My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 432 One reason, no reason

At this moment, Yu You had lost his will to fight.

Like a defeated, homeless dog, it covered its head with its hands, curled up, and retreated repeatedly.

His eyes were empty and lost.

Finally, Yu You let out a painful and desperate roar. His body began to shrink rapidly, and in a flash of light, he transformed back into the thin boy he once was.

He looked up at Chu Lengyu, whose eyes, once full of fighting spirit, now held only deep resentment and sorrow.

The referee remained expressionless and announced loudly, "Chu Lengyu wins and successfully defends her title!"

Upon hearing the verdict, the audience below the stage erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

They cheered for Chu Lengyu's brilliant performance and lamented Yu You's defeat.

Chu Lengyu's battle proved her formidable strength.

The first three victories may have been too swift to be convincing, and some even questioned whether she had won by luck.

But this time, she drew her sword and let her strength speak for itself, showing everyone her true power.

As everyone knows, Hundred Swords Pavilion is a sect that mainly cultivates swordsmanship. Swordsmanship is their most prized asset, and this victory has added glory to Hundred Swords Pavilion.

Chu Lengyu slowly walked off the arena and returned to the Hundred Swords Pavilion's camp.

Yu You, covered in blood, sat slumped on the ground, his heart filled with confusion.

He struggled to his feet, staggered over, and asked in a hoarse voice, "I don't understand, your sword."

He spoke, but his tone sounded a bit strange and not very fluent.

Chu Lengyu glanced at him, then handed over her black rusty sword, saying calmly, "This is a good sword; you can't stop it."

Upon hearing this, Yu You's face showed a mixture of confusion, surprise, and fear.

He reached out his hands, but dared not take the sword, for touching things carelessly would be punished.

So he timidly withdrew his hand.

However, Chu Lengyu stepped forward and held the sword horizontally to his chest, allowing him to see every detail of the sword.

Although she didn't know how the Thousand Mist Sect treated the Merfolk, she figured it wouldn't be friendly. To be honest, she didn't want to know what tragic story lay behind it, nor did she intend to meddle.

She just wanted to teach him a lesson, to stop him from blindly rushing forward again.

He was the first demon or human to survive her sword strike.

She said calmly, "If you lose, you must understand why you lost. Demons are strong in physique, while humans are good at making use of things."

Yu You met the girl's eyes; they were bright and clear, like the sea.

At that moment, he felt ugly and insignificant, as if all his secrets could be seen through by those eyes, leaving him with nothing to hide.

A wave of shame washed over him, an experience he had never had before. He lowered his head and remained silent, as if contemplating an important decision.

Several young men dressed in white shirts with cloud patterns arrived at arena number eighteen.

Their arrival prompted onlookers to make way for them.

When they saw Chu Lengyu, they were all stunned.

In their view, it was too weak for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to achieve four victories.

One of the young men sneered, "He's just a Foundation Establishment cultivator. I can handle that kind of opponent."

However, as they passed by the mermaid boy Yu You, the young man suddenly drew his long sword from his waist.

With a flash of sword light, Yu You was caught off guard and a terrifying force instantly reached his shoulder.

With a scream, Yu You's right arm was severed by a sword, blood gushing out. He knelt on the ground in agony, his face ashen.

"Disgraceful thing, get back to the water dungeon and be punished!" the disciple shouted condescendingly.

After saying that, he ruthlessly stepped on Yu You's remaining hand and walked straight ahead, as if the life of a siren was worthless in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the onlookers fell silent, trembling with fear.

This is an internal matter of the Qianlan Sect, and they shouldn't interfere.

So they could only stand silently by and watch the tragedy unfold.

Everyone from the Hundred Swords Pavilion witnessed this scene, and their faces showed expressions of anger and reluctance.

They watched the one-armed boy leave silently, his figure appearing particularly lonely and desolate in the setting sun.

The severed arm still lay on the ground, its blood staining the ground red, yet no one dared to touch it.

People may be used to seeing blood flow in the ring, but this scene is too painful to look at.

The elders of the Hundred Swords Pavilion were deeply worried and once again tried to persuade Chu Lengyu through telepathy, hoping that she would give up the fight to avoid clashing with the disciples of the Thousand Mist Sect.

It wasn't that the Hundred Swords Pavilion was afraid of trouble, but judging from the other party's actions, they clearly had a powerful background.

However, Chu Lengyu seemed to ignore it.

The young disciple from the Thousand Mist Sect felt Chu Lengyu's gaze. He turned his head, his lips slightly raised, and a smile full of mockery and contempt appeared on his face.

The meaning behind that smile was self-evident.

He withdrew his gaze, scanned the crowd around him, and sneered, "Heh, I know you all dislike me, but so what? Even if you hate me to the core, what can you do to me? Do you really have the guts to challenge me?"

"How ridiculous! A bunch of lowly fools! Do you really think you're qualified to participate in the Heroes' Assembly?"

"A mere ten thousand spirit stones is enough to make you beg like dogs? Hahaha, how laughable!"

After hearing this, the crowd reacted in various ways, but all of them revealed shock and anger.

Some people had ashen faces, clenched fists, and gritted teeth, yet they still dared not step forward.

Most people chose to remain silent.

Killing a first-tier sea monster only yields a few dozen or a hundred spirit stones, so ten thousand spirit stones is a huge sum of money.

So what if the disciples of the Thousand Mist Sect are arrogant and domineering? They have the right to be.

Everyone knows that the Gathering of Heroes is an internal competition within the Thousand Mist Sect. While others "eat meat," these people only drink soup and broth, which are all rewards that slip through the fingers of the other side.

As the saying goes, fish can leap over the Dragon Gate, but if this is the Dragon Gate, then they are fish that cannot leap.

But in silence, destruction can breed.