Chapter 124: Who Says I Can't Cut Down a Star Treasure!

After dinner, Jiang Changkong was in a pretty good mood, even though he had sold three spots at a huge loss.

But the Star Stones were of immense use to him.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t know the price the first time.

In the future, if he had good items, he could just sell them at a high price.

As for Nantian Pang, let him be happy for a while. He’d make him pay dearly later.

That Yang Stone, each relying on their own abilities?

Then he wouldn’t hold back. However, he had to consider whether this fatty would call in a Star Hidden Level expert.

That wouldn’t do. He needed to hurry back and improve his strength.

Returning to his room, Jiang Changkong took out the Star Stones and extracted their Essence.

His fifty-six Star Stones had been exchanged for processed ones with Mu Jinhong’s help.

They were both from Martial Arts Schools, even if not from the same city. He wasn’t that petty.

Essence: 1,019,798!

A million Essence. Once he won the decisive battle, another five hundred thousand Essence would come in.

He directly upgraded all five martial arts simultaneously, and a vast surge of power rose within him.

His Star Gate trembled, becoming slightly more solid, and pure Star Power surged forth.

Golden Power Runes formed, and a tremendous force gathered within his body.

The insights of the five martial arts flooded into his mind simultaneously.

His five senses strengthened once again, and his body glowed with a golden radiance, surrounded by flickering flames.

The Taiji Diagram appeared on its own, sealing off the high-temperature aura.

Looking at the remaining three hundred thousand or so Essence, it wasn’t enough to max out even one martial art.

After some thought, Jiang Changkong poured it all into the Indestructible Diamond Divine Art.

He’d prioritize defense first. Staying alive was the most important thing.

Jiang Changkong: Star Gate Peak

Mid-Tier Low-Grade Martial Arts:

Indestructible Diamond Divine Art: Mastery 394,799/625,000

Mystical Tai Chi Art: Mastery 1/625,000

Three Blades of the Fleeting Swan: Mastery 1/625,000

Blazing Sun Art: Mastery 1/625,000

Spirit Control Art: Mastery 1/625,000

Essence: 0

Feeling the vast Star Power within him, Jiang Changkong was quite satisfied. The day after tomorrow, he’d secure the five spots.

Should he sell a few more?

Better not. Nantian Pang probably wouldn’t buy them, and three spots were enough for him.

Yang Chengan had a point—the place was too small, limiting the prices of items.

In Jiangshui City, people like Fatty Nan were rare. Unless he encountered another wealthy person from a major province.

After stabilizing his cultivation, Jiang Changkong began to rest.

Early the next morning, Pang Yun arrived.

No surprise—he came to challenge him again, but this time, Jiang Changkong politely declined.

He really couldn’t muster any interest. The gap was just too big.

Star Sea Peak versus Star Gate Peak—how could they even fight?

He could only make excuses, saying he needed to prepare for the upcoming duel the next day and had to maintain peak condition.

Only then did Pang Yun stop pestering him, but he still couldn’t sit idle and dragged Yang Chengan off to spar instead.

Jiang Changkong went out to have fun with his two senior sisters.

They played until evening before returning to the school.

Meanwhile, quite a few young powerhouses had suddenly appeared in Jiangshui City, mostly at the Star Gate level.

A few of them, Jiang Changkong couldn’t see through, but he didn’t sense any danger. He wondered if they were using equipment like the Hidden Star Ring to conceal themselves.

On the other side, Chu Yunhe and Jin Feng received the experts they had invited.

Jiang Changkong slept soundly until dawn.

The training ground of Jiangshui City Martial Arts School was already packed with people.

Besides students from the five schools, there were also members of the Jiangshui City Martial Arts Association and onlookers who had come to watch the spectacle.

Although the matter wasn’t known to the entire city, quite a few insiders were aware of it.

Nantian Wang was among the crowd, standing in the front row.

Jiang Changkong looked at that chubby face and felt like walking over to give it a couple of slaps.

In the center of the training ground, a three-hundred-meter open space was left clear, with members of the Martial Arts Association standing opposite.

Jiang Changkong walked step by step to the center of the open space, his gaze fixed ahead. Chu Tianyun and Jin Feng were both there. “Where is Chu Yunhe? Too afraid to come?”

“Jiang Changkong, your arrogance won’t last much longer. Now, sign the life-and-death contract.”

Chu Tianyun’s expression was twisted, revealing a hint of madness.

Immediately, Jin Feng took out a contract and a pen, wrapped them in Star Power, and sent them flying toward Jiang Changkong.

“Changkong, three spots are enough.”

Yu Beilin shouted loudly, while the two senior sisters also watched him nervously.

As long as he didn’t sign the contract, there was still room to back out.

Jiang Changkong remained calm, glancing at the contract. It was a life-and-death battle between two Martial Arts Associations to compete for spots.

It would determine not only victory or defeat but also life or death!

One battle to decide the outcome.

Without hesitation, he waved his hand and signed his name.

Wrapped in Star Power, the contract flew toward Mu Jinhong, who was standing nearby, for safekeeping.

“Haha, this time, let’s see if you survive.”

Chu Tianyun laughed loudly, sneering, “Second Brother, he’s already signed.”

The crowd parted as two figures stepped forward, their auras restrained, revealing nothing.

“Chu Yunhe.”

Jiang Changkong’s gaze fell on the leader—a young man with long hair cascading over his shoulders.

The other person wore a black robe, their face and figure hidden from view.

“Jiang Changkong, you’re truly persistent when it comes to seeking death.”

Chu Yunhe’s gaze was cold and filled with killing intent.

“No need for idle talk. Come and meet your end,” Jiang Changkong said coldly.

Chu Yunhe sneered and took a step back. “How could I, as the president, be the one to fight in a duel I arranged? A member of the association will suffice.”

With that, he pushed the black-robed figure forward, his smile growing even wider. “Brother Lin, I leave it to you.”

“Lin Jie of the Jiangshui City Martial Arts Association.”

The black-robed figure took a step forward, Star Power surging as the robe shattered into pieces, revealing a gaunt face.

With short, messy hair and a lean face, he held a long sword that emitted a faint blue light.

Powerful Star Power rose, and above Lin Jie’s head, a vast expanse of blue appeared, resembling an ocean with the sound of crashing waves.

The onlookers’ expressions darkened as they felt an overwhelming pressure.

Mu Jinhong’s face changed. “Mid-stage Star Vault? Since when did the Martial Arts Association have a mid-stage Star Vault practitioner?”

“Just invited him,” Chu Yunhe said with a smile. “This doesn’t need to be reported to the vice principal, does it?”

“Are you Chu family members shameless now?”

An angry shout rang out as Ji Ziling spoke furiously.

“Ah, this has nothing to do with the Chu family. It’s purely a matter between Martial Arts Associations.”

Chu Yunhe said calmly, “Besides, the duel agreement didn’t specify it had to be a battle between presidents.

If you have the ability, you could also invite a mid-stage Star Vault practitioner. However, it seems you don’t have the time, nor anyone to invite.”

“Chu Yunhe, very well.”

Nantian Wang looked coldly at Chu Yunhe and spoke up, “Changkong, clear a spot right away. While a mid-stage Star Vault practitioner is hard to find, a late-stage one won’t be a problem.”

Chu Yunhe glanced at Nantian Wang and picked up his phone. “It’s 6:59 now. You have one minute to join the Martial Arts Association.”

Nantian Wang: “…”

One minute was definitely not enough. This guy had timed it perfectly.

From the very beginning, he had planned it all out. But damn, my three spots…

Jiang Changkong looked at Lin Jie, feeling a hint of pressure and a sense of danger.

But it was only a hint of pressure and a slight sense of danger.

He could handle this with his own hands.

“Chu Yunhe, impressive skills.”

Jiang Changkong sighed softly, gripping his long blade: “Then, let’s fight.”

“Changkong, don’t act recklessly, let us take over.” Ji Ziling and Ying Yanxue spoke simultaneously.

“To send you to your deaths instead?”

Jiang Changkong uttered calmly, the Star Power within him surging wildly. Golden light, fiery light, and the black-and-white Taiji Diagram erupted simultaneously: “Who says I cannot slay a Star Vault!”

Boom!

Frenzied Star Power swept in all directions, causing the surrounding Martial Artists to pale and retreat frantically.

“This aura, impossible!”

“He is at the peak of Star Gate, yet this power rivals that of an ordinary mid-stage Star Vault.”

“He is even stronger than Lin Jie by a margin.”

The onlookers were shaken, and even Nantian Wang and those around him wore expressions of utter bewilderment.

Pang Yun stammered in astonishment: “Big brother’s explosive power is terrifying.”