Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Chen Mo also noticed Sun Yi’s condition, and transmitted to Su Mengyan: “Mengyan, later we shouldn’t engage him head-on. Just wear him down. He won’t be able to hold on for much longer.”

This isn’t a life-and-death battle; it’s not worth risking lives.

Just exhaust the opponent until he can’t sustain himself, and victory will naturally follow without head-on clashes.

Su Mengyan nodded.

The battle resumed.

But neither Chen Mo nor Su Mengyan engaged in close combat with Sun Yi, instead keeping their distance.

When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we harass.

This tactic drove the already frustrated Sun Yi into a furious rage: “Are you only capable of hiding?”

The staff in Sun Yi’s hand enlarged again, becoming as powerful as its true form, akin to a pillar propping up the heavens.

Sun Yi wielded the pillar, sweeping it horizontally toward the two of them.

However, his strength was waning, and the weapon was exceedingly heavy.

Though the power increased, the speed significantly slowed down.

Chen Mo and Su Mengyan quickly separated and nimbly dodged, causing Sun Yi’s attacks to miss entirely.

“They’re going to wear Sun Yi out,” a strong observer noted Chen Mo’s strategy in astonishment.

“This seems somewhat dishonorable to win this way…”

After all, it’s not a life-and-death duel but a test of each side’s strength. A direct confrontation is usually prioritized, making prolonged skirmishes seem less exciting.

But this was the minority opinion.

Most believed that Chen Mo’s approach was a clever strategy.

With such a disparity, why engage directly when winning by attrition is possible?

Direct confrontation would lead to defeat.

Winning allows one to beseech the Flower God for a blessing and obtain the Flower God Honey.

Anyone smart would know how to choose.

“Ah… ah…”

The continuous evasion by Chen Mo and Su Mengyan drove Sun Yi completely berserk. Holding the other end of the staff, he stood in the center of the square, spinning himself like a whirlwind, his staff creating afterimages around, leaving no escape.

Yet Chen Mo and Su Mengyan darted into the air, effortlessly dodging.

If Sun Yi swung upwards, Chen Mo would dodge downwards.

The two of them leaped up and down.

A quarter-hour later.

Sun Yi finally couldn’t sustain it anymore; not only was his True Qi nearly exhausted, but his body was also reaching its limit.

The spinning, unstoppable whirlwind attack style consumed enormous energy.

Chen Mo awaited this opportunity, gave Su Mengyan a signal, and together they launched an attack on Sun Yi.

Strike when the enemy is weary.

Their fierce attacks landed directly on Sun Yi, who could no longer dodge or defend.

“Boom!”

Sun Yi’s huge body crashed heavily onto the square, causing the entire mountain to tremble.

A thunderous noise echoed.

The entire world fell silent.

All eyes stared, almost blankly, at the massive figure in the square.

Sun Yi actually lost just like that.

Although it seemed like Chen Mo and Su Mengyan won through trickery, the fact is that Sun Yi was unable to continue the fight and lost.

Chen Mo and Su Mengyan won.

Outside the square, countless disciples of the Joyful Union Sect watched this scene with surprise; no one had anticipated this outcome beforehand.

Lu Yun’Er was biting her lip almost to the point of breaking her teeth.

They lost, completely defeated.

“This…”

Liu Xi’s beautiful eyes sparkled with astonishment as she focused on Chen Mo, a captivating smile appearing on her pretty face.

Brave and wise.

Such a person is the true makings of a strong figure.

Her red lips lifted into a faint smile.

She clenched her hand, as if determined to win over Chen Mo.

The referee announced Chen Mo and Su Mengyan as the winners.

At that moment, thunderous applause erupted around.

Lu Yun’Er’s face grew increasingly red as she ignored the injured Sun Yi retracting from the arena and left in anger.

Although the contest was over, most people did not leave.

Because the Flower God Blessing ceremony had not yet begun.

This is a ritual; when the Mandala Flower blooms, it emits a fragrance that instantly induces an epiphany.

In previous Flower God Blessings, some smelling the fragrance even broke through on the spot.

Of course, it is a matter of probability, only effective for cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, for any sect, the lower-level cultivators form the majority.

Yun Huange and the elders on either side all stood up.

Representatives from various forces observing the ceremony also stood up to show respect and etiquette.

After all, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

In the square, Su Mengyan held Chen Mo’s hand and transmitted, “Brother, calm your mind, show respect, and pray to the Flower God, then the Mandala Flower will bloom.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo closed his eyes and prayed to the Flower God.

Suddenly, the entire world fell into an eerie silence.

Yun Huange rapidly made a sealing sign with his hands, chanting under his breath, looking up at the Mandala Flower and praying to the Flower God.

No one knew how much time passed.

As a gentle breeze swept through the air.

At that moment, it felt like the whole world pressed the pause button, time frozen.

A few breaths later, the Mandala Flower above the square began to bloom, one petal after another unfurling.

Every flower in the Joyful Union Sect seemed to resonate with the Mandala Flower, swaying, dancing, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

With the Mandala Flower fully blooming, an enchanting fragrance, enough to intoxicate the soul, wafted from it.

The disciples around the square relaxed their minds, inhaling the fragrance deeply.

“Flower God, these two are the winners of this competition, please bless them,”

Yun Huange bowed to the Mandala Flower and spoke loudly.

The Mandala Flower seemed to hear Yun Huange, extending a long flower stamen from the bloom, hovering before Chen Mo and Su Mengyan.

Both sensed something, opened their eyes, and saw a drop of Flower God Honey slowly flowing down the stamen.

Su Mengyan quickly took out a jade bottle from her space ornaments, opened it, and placed it under the stamen.

The Flower God Honey flowed down the stamen, momentarily pausing at the tip, before dripping into the jade bottle.

Though merely a drop, it filled the entire bottle.

“Thank you, Flower God,” Su Mengyan hastily expressed her gratitude.

The stamen waved slightly, as if to dismiss her thanks, and then the Mandala Flower withdrew it.

In an instant, countless gazes turned towards the bottle in Su Mengyan’s hand.

Envy, jealousy, and hate swirled among them.

This is the Flower God Honey, after all.

Chen Mo gazed at the golden liquid inside the crystalline jade bottle, sensing an overwhelming energy within.

Though not as potent as the Nine-Colored Other Shore Flower, it was still formidable.

“Put it away quickly,” Chen Mo said.