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The heart of the robed elder churned with tumultuous shock as he looked at Qinchuan with a mix of amazement and uncertainty.

"How does he know the Hundred Refinements Divine Art?!"

The Hundred Refinements Divine Art was the secret of the Netherworld Hall that did not spread to outsiders, capable of controlling others' souls. When one cultivated it, it could strengthen one's own Divine Sense and Soul. Used against an enemy, it could also directly attack the opponent's soul, catching them completely off guard.

Of course, those were not the most heaven-defying aspects of this secret technique. Its greatest strength was that it could heal damaged souls.

Divine Sense, True Spirit, Soul, and so on, all could be encapsulated within the term 'soul.' The Way of the Soul was profound and mysterious. Generally, a person whose soul was damaged could only slowly repair it through their own efforts, and the Heavenly Treasures Materials needed for the healing process were anything but meager. At the very least, it would require treasures worth a Supreme Dao Artifact. In many cases, one would need Spiritual Treasures equivalent in value to Divine Artifacts to restore the soul.

Yet, this Hundred Refinements Divine Art could directly repair someone else's Divine Sense.

In years past, the Netherworld Hall had dominated the Divine Wilderness Continent precisely because of this secret technique.

However, with the disappearance of the Netherworld Hall, the name of the Hundred Refinements Divine Art, too, vanished into the river of time, becoming unknown to all.

Moreover, even within the Netherworld Hall very few knew of this technique; without reaching the Supreme Saint realm, one did not have the right to learn of this secret technique.

Now, having just reached the Supreme Saint Early Stage, the elder only knew of this art from having seen it in the holy sanctuary, and had yet to earn the right to study it.

Only after becoming a disciple of those existences within the holy sanctuary could one possibly learn this technique.@@novelbin@@

The power of the soul that Huang Tian had circulated around his body earlier seemed familiar to him, which prompted him to suspect it was the Hundred Refinements Divine Art, hence his surprise.

But what he did not expect was for Qinchuan to divulge it with a single comment.

Considering the extraordinary calmness of Qinchuan, along with his vague mention before the contest began that his identity was no simple matter,

by now the robed elder felt a measure of wariness in his heart.

The truth was, the art Qinchuan had just used was indeed the Hundred Refinements Divine Art, or rather, not just the Hundred Refinements Divine Art.

After destroying the Netherworld Hall years ago and finding the Hundred Refinements Divine Art, he discovered that the technique had certain flaws. If practiced to the end, this art would actually become a shackle that hindered the strengthening of the soul.

Later generations perfected it, and only then did this secret technique become flawless. The technique Qinchuan now used could be seen as an improved version of the Hundred Refinements Divine Art, which is why the elder from the Netherworld Hall felt it seemed familiar.

Just as the robed elder was filled with doubt and uncertainty,

"Ah—"

Huang Tian suddenly let out a loud yell.

The power of his soul dispersed in all directions, and the aura about his body quickly subsided, instantly returning to calm as though nothing had happened.

At that moment, Huang Tian stood up, bowed deeply to Qinchuan with great respect, "Thank you, venerable elder, for restoring my soul." Qinchuan accepted it calmly.

Huang Tian now spoke with clarity and vigor, not at all like someone who was addle-brained.

The elders all looked over and were astonished to find that, although Huang Tian was still dressed in ragged and dirty clothes, his eyes were bright and lucid, showing no hint of the fool he used to be.

His entire demeanor had undergone a drastic transformation. What had appeared to be a helpless beggar just a moment ago now carried an air of invincibility.

"What's going on?"

"How did this Huang Tian change so suddenly within moments? It's as if he's become a different person?"

Aside from the robed elder, the others whispered amongst themselves, clueless about what Qinchuan had done to restore Huang Tian's sanity.

At this point, the robed elder was certain that what Qinchuan had employed was the Hundred Refinements Divine Art.

Although he did not know why Huang Tian's mind was damaged, leaving him in a state of idiocy, it was Qinchuan's use of the Hundred Refinements Divine Art to restore Huang Tian's soul that allowed him to regain clarity.

"Could it be—"

A bold conjecture suddenly emerged in the heart of the robed elder.

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"Could he be one of our Netherworld Hall?"

Why did Qinchuan know his identity?

He could have dealt with the Heavenly Sword Sect lineage in advance, so why wait until all Nine Great Clans gathered before starting the competition?

How was he able to use the Hundred Refinements Divine Art?

Prior to this, these questions had been swirling around in the heart of the robed elder.

If.

If Qinchuan was a person from the Netherworld Hall, then the doubts in his heart would have an answer.

The Netherworld Hall had long been planning against the Burning Heaven Sect, and it was not impossible that the Holy Hall had placed a dark horse inside the Burning Heaven Sect early on.

Thinking this, he increasingly felt that Qinchuan was the person sent by the Holy Hall, and at this moment, his gaze towards Qinchuan involuntarily underwent some changes.

The Holy Hall is a sacred place in the hearts of all the followers of the Netherworld Hall.

If Qinchuan truly was a person from the Holy Hall, then even if Qinchuan was a cultivator in the Meridian Opening Realm, he had to be treated with due respect.

Qinchuan naturally noticed his peculiarity, and taking a guess at what he was thinking, he gave the robed elder an approving look as if to say, "Well done!"

Seeing this look from Qinchuan, the robed elder instantly confirmed his own guess was right and immediately puffed out his chest in pride.

Qinchuan ignored the inner drama of the robed elder and suddenly bent down to whisper a few words in Huang Tian's ear.

After speaking, he stepped back and said, "Go, now that you're the only one left from the Burning Heaven Sect, the heavy responsibility of defeating the Nine Great Clans falls on you. The honor of the sect depends on you to uphold it."

Previously, Huang Tian had cultivated the Descending Dragon Subduing Tiger Fist, and though his divine sense had been damaged, his memory was clear, with every turn and twist vivid.

"Yes, Huang Tian will certainly not let the Great Elder down!"

Having said that, Huang Tian leaped up, landing on the Martial Arts Platform.

"What?"

"Didn't the Supreme Elder Qinchuan say he was going to impart a maneuver? Why didn't he? Could it be that the Supreme Elder Qinchuan also realized that he has no chance of winning, and has accepted his fate?"

Ye He saw Huang Tian go up to the stage so nonchalantly and couldn't help but laugh as he asked.

The sarcasm in his words was self-evident.

The Great Elders of the Nine Great Clans laughed uproariously upon hearing this, utterly unreserved.

Many elders of the Burning Heaven Sect harbored a great deal of questions as well.

"Elder Qinchuan seems quite capable, having restored the boy's soul, but this kid is still just a cultivator in the Meridian Opening Realm. Even if the others suppress their power to the same realm, their divine souls are far stronger than his, and Huang Tian is no match for them."

An elder from the Burning Heaven Sect said, shaking his head in sigh.

"Alas—"

Another elder let out a long sigh, saying, "Yes, even if Huang Tian's talent defies the heavens, allowing him to defeat the disciples of the other eight Great Clans, Ning Pan wields a Great Emperor's artifact; it's impossible for Huang Tian to beat him, no matter what."

Qinchuan snorted with laughter, "This young master has suppressed Emperors above and slaughtered Ghost Emperors below, when have I ever conceded defeat! I've said before, your so-called elites from the Nine Great Clans are but ants in my eyes, defeating them, why would it be difficult, Huang Tian alone is sufficient."

"Hmph, such big talk!"

The elders of the Nine Great Clans each scoffed inwardly, then one elder said with ridicule, "Young braggart, you even dare to speak lightly of Emperors and Ghost Kings, truly oblivious of your own capacity."

At that very moment, on the Martial Arts Platform, the first opponent Huang Tian challenged had already stepped up.

The first challenger he faced was ranked fifteenth on the points leaderboard, a disciple from the Quicksand Holy Land named Mu Ziping.