My Arts Evolve When Perfected

In the arena, Ghost Head still had no idea what was happening. He just felt a sudden chill crawl up his spine as an inexplicable fear rose from the depths of his soul.

’What’s going on?’

’What just happened?!’

He swallowed hard. The Nether Dark Spirit Charm he had been building up suddenly dissipated, and he didn’t dare to release it. Across from him, Snow’s cold eyes fixed on him, making her seem like a lofty god.

The moment their eyes met, it was as if thunder boomed in his heart. His pupils contracted, and his very soul trembled!

’She obviously hasn’t even begun to cultivate and can’t possibly wield the Nether Dark Spirit Charm. How can she suddenly unleash such terrifying pressure?’

This pressure needed no reason. It was an oppressive force that could be felt in the unseen, the kind of panic an ant feels when it gazes up at the moon.

But in truth, he still couldn’t sense any cultivation from Snow. He perceived nothing, no matter how hard he tried to probe!

"Wh... what’s going on?" Ghost Head stood frozen, every muscle in his body trembling, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. "There’s no way... the pressure can’t be this immense.

’Why... Why do I feel like I’m facing a member of the ancient Dragon Race?!’

The thought burst through his mind, and the fear that followed grew even more intense—a terror that seeped into his very marrow, brutally crushing his soul.

He felt powerless. Utterly powerless. It seemed as if his very existence was a mistake. He shouldn’t be in this world, much less in this dueling arena.

Facing Snow, he had not a single shred of hope for victory. No, he didn’t even have the slightest desire to fight...

"What’s going on? The duel’s already started! What is Ghost Head doing? Get up there and finish Snow off!"

"Damn it, is he useless? Why isn’t he making a move? He has a golden opportunity and he’s just standing there!"

"Elder, why aren’t they fighting? This is a duel! If you don’t fight in a duel, what are you even doing here?!"

"Could it be a soul-level attack? Is that why it looks like nothing’s happening?"

"Soul-level, my ass! Look at their cultivation levels. One’s an ordinary disciple, a measly Fourth-Layer of the Spirit Body Realm, and the other is a good-for-nothing who can’t even cultivate. Where would they learn some profound soul-level Secret Technique?"

"To put it bluntly, he’s scared stiff. That Turtle Head has clearly never seen a real battle. He can’t handle this atmosphere. Absolutely useless!"

A storm of shouts and curses erupted from the stands. The crowd couldn’t bear to watch any longer. They had come to see what would happen when Snow, the peerless genius created by the Yin Yang Summoned Life, was absorbed.

And what happened? The Duel Elder had already declared the start of the battle, yet that Ghost Head wouldn’t make a move. If he wasn’t going to fight, why did he agree to the duel in the first place?

Rumor had it that Snow was the one who initiated this duel. So wasn’t Ghost Head just a fucking idiot for wasting this chance? He couldn’t even seize a free opportunity to absorb her.

Never mind that Snow was a freak who supposedly couldn’t cultivate. In fact, this kind of anomaly could be a great opportunity. For instance, legends spoke of reincarnated masters who were always different from the norm.

Useless Ghost Head!

Even the Elders couldn’t help but frown, their displeasure clear despite their masks. They had all gathered to watch Snow be absorbed.

But now they weren’t even fighting. Weren’t they just wasting everyone’s time?

Several Elders had been preparing to enter seclusion but had come specifically for this duel. Duels were usually swift affairs—a flurry of blows right from the start, an all-out struggle, and then the battle would be over in an instant.

Sometimes, a duel would be over in the blink of an eye, a corpse hitting the floor just as it began. Not at all like this, with Ghost Head and Snow just standing there, staring at each other!

"What is going on here?" a grim voice emerged from beneath the Duel Elder’s mask, accompanied by an equally icy gaze.

Bell Fish inclined her head slightly, her tone composed. "I’m not sure either. Their duel was not part of my arrangements."

Indeed, she hadn’t known the two would meet. She only found out when news of the duel reached her. But she wasn’t worried; after all, Snow had Bai Mo looking after her.

’Even if Snow has no combat ability, as long as Bai Mo is around, it’s fine. The current focus of our resources is Bai Mo. In reality, Snow is just a Cultivation Dish.’

It was the inescapable fate of the Yin Yang Great Realm: the weak are eliminated.

In the Hundred Ghosts Sect, this law of survival of the fittest was practiced to its most brutal extent.

All those geniuses created by the Yin Yang Summoned Life throughout the generations—where did they all end up?

Most of them became fuel for the victors!

As a Major Sect in Sunset City, the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s power ran deep. Gathering so many ordinary disciples was just a means of accumulating more fuel.

’If Snow really loses, there’s nothing to be done. She’ll just become fuel, and we’ll have to find Bai Mo a new Cultivation Dish...’

"Not part of your arrangements?"

The Duel Elder mulled this over, his gaze once again fixed on the two in the arena. They were still frozen in place, as stiff as wooden statues. Neither had moved an inch.

This shouldn’t be happening. There was no benefit for either of them. It would take a massive amount of unspoken cooperation to remain so still.

But in a life-or-death duel, what room was there for cooperation?

This standoff was a complete waste of time!

"Get on with the duel!"

The Duel Elder roared again. His voice boomed like thunder on an overcast day, the sound waves rolling over the crowd and making the disciples’ ears ring.

Something was clearly wrong, but most of the spectators couldn’t figure out what was going on...

Then, with a BOOM, a wave of Nether Dark Spirit Charm erupted from the arena. Everyone stared wide-eyed. It was Snow who had taken the first step. She had moved!

Moreover, she revealed her realm—the first layer of the Spirit Body Realm!

"How is that possible? When did she learn how to cultivate?"

"No way! She’s already at the first layer of the Spirit Body Realm? Who’s her Cultivation Dish, to let her cultivate so quickly!"

"To cultivate this fast, and to do it without anyone noticing... Her matched Cultivation Dish must be a perfect, heaven-sent match!"

"Heavens, she can cultivate! Or is this some kind of illusion?!"

"Don’t tell me... Is the peerless genius who once made snow fall upon the Hundred Ghosts Sect about to trigger another world-shaking phenomenon?"

"Impossible. It was probably Elder Bell Fish. She couldn’t bear to let her die, so she must have used some special trick. After all, Snow is worth more as a living conversation piece than as a corpse. How could they just let her be?"

"That’s true. As long as Snow’s alive, people will keep guessing whether she truly has peerless talent. Sometimes, high public interest can be profitable."