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Chapter 223: The Dragon and Phoenix Stir · Oct 15, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: A Peaceful Visit Turns Deadly 2026-10-15
202 Chapter 202: When Wives Rage and Husbands Panic 2026-10-15
203 Chapter 203: A Truth Buried in Silence 2026-10-15
204 Chapter 204: A Mother’s Sin, A Father’s Mistake 2026-10-15
205 Chapter 205: Meeting Your Mother-in-Law! 2026-10-15
206 Chapter 206: A Crybaby No More! 2026-10-15
207 Chapter 207 - 17th Birthday! 2026-10-15
208 Chapter 208: The Royal Proposal 2026-10-15
209 Chapter 209: End of the Birthday 2026-10-15
210 Chapter 210: Back To Heaven Sword Sect 2026-10-15
211 Chapter 211: Annulment and Arrogance 2026-10-15
212 Chapter 212: Info On Nie Fengzhuo! 2026-10-15
213 Chapter 213: A Network of Eyes 2026-10-15
214 Chapter 214: One Year Later! 2026-10-15
215 Chapter 215: Into the Capital 2026-10-15
216 Chapter 216: A Stir in the Arena 2026-10-15
217 Chapter 217: Unexpected Heaven Chosen! 2026-10-15
218 Chapter 218: To Kill or To Use 2026-10-15
219 Chapter 219: Challenge from Nie Fengzhuo 2026-10-15
220 Chapter 220: An Offer Rejected, A Challenge Denied 2026-10-15
221 Chapter 221: The Bell Chimes, Fate Stirs 2026-10-15
222 Chapter 222: The Giants of Desolate Heaven Empire Arrives! 2026-10-15
223 Chapter 223: The Dragon and Phoenix Stir 2026-10-15
224 Chapter 224: Where Power Sits 2026-10-15
225 Chapter 225: Dragon and Phoenix Competition Starts! 2026-10-15
226 Chapter 226: Lin Xuan’s Turn 2026-10-15
227 Chapter 227: Lin Xuan Vs Jin Yuanzhan! 2026-10-15
228 Chapter 228: Even in Defeat, He Shined 2026-10-15
229 Chapter 229: First Round Ends 2026-10-15
230 Chapter 230: He Who Does Not Come When Called 2026-10-15
231 Chapter 231: Black Lantern Society 2026-10-15
232 Chapter 232: Bai Zihan Walks In 2026-10-15
233 Chapter 233: Like Trash on the Floor 2026-10-15
234 Chapter 234: Battle Between Spirit Severing Realms! 2026-10-15
235 Chapter 235: The Price of a Head 2026-10-15
236 Chapter 236: Tearing Out the Answer 2026-10-15
237 Chapter 237: Soul Search! 2026-10-15
238 Chapter 238: Second Round! 2026-10-15
239 Chapter 239: Chu Ziyan Vs Lei Zhensheng! 2026-10-15
240 Chapter 240: Mid Soul Formation Realm! 2026-10-15
241 Chapter 241: Third Round Ends! 2026-10-15
242 Chapter 242: Eleven Treasures, One Storm 2026-10-15
243 Chapter 243: An Auction That Could Shake The Empire 2026-10-15
244 Chapter 244: An Opening Salvo in Gold! 2026-10-15
245 Chapter 245: Getting Rich Unnoticed 2026-10-15
246 Chapter 246: Three Million Gold for a Broken Relic 2026-10-15
247 Chapter 247: An One-Man Auction 2026-10-15
248 Chapter 248: Gold Spent, Intent Hidden 2026-10-15
249 Chapter 249: The Necklace of Eternal Love 2026-10-15
250 Chapter 250: Celestial Feather Fan Auctioned! 2026-10-15

Chapter 223: The Dragon and Phoenix Stir

The divine clang of the ceremonial bell echoed nine times across the Desolate Heaven Capital.

It signaled the official opening of the Dragon and Phoenix Competition.

Imperial Arena – Outer Circle!

The massive Imperial Arena spanned several li in every direction.

Forged from Profound-grade materials and reinforced with powerful arrays, it could withstand even Soul Formation Realm battles.

Participants were ushered into the Inner Preparation Grounds, a wide courtyard just beyond the coliseum gates.

Each major sect and clan had their designated waiting area separated by spiritual barriers.

Public Selection Participant Waiting Area!

There were about 10 participants who had won and had been selected as the participants of the Dragon and Phoenix Competition.

Many were already satisfied and didn’t think they would advance even one more round, as their strongest was in the Mid Nascent Soul Realm—excluding Nie Fengzhuo.

Their goal had already been achieved which was to win and get selected as participants for the Dragon and Phoenix Competition.

While on the other hand, it couldn’t be more different for Nie Fengzhuo.

He was finally going to see Bai Xueqing, the one who humiliated him when he was at his lowest, and was going to face her.

Despite what Bai Zihan said, his objective hadn’t changed.

He was still going to challenge and win against Bai Xueqing.

Heaven Sword Sect Waiting Area!

Lin Xuan calmly tied his long hair behind his head, his fingers methodical, his movements sharp and clean.

Though he stood among some of the most renowned young elites of the Desolate Heaven Empire, his expression remained indifferent.

His eyes swept across the various groups: the glacial calm of the Celestial Jade Hall, the thunderous aura from the Crimson Thunder Palace, the proud eyes of the Li and Zhao disciples.

But he paid them no mind.

He didn’t care for anyone here—except for two people.

Bai Xueqing stood a short distance away, arms folded, her aura cold and immovable.

And beside her—

Chu Ziyan, adjusting the silver hairpin in her bun, whispering something to a Heaven Sword disciple.

Lin Xuan walked over, the surrounding disciples instinctively stepping aside.

”Young Mistress,” he said calmly, bowing slightly.

”It seems like Young Master will be arriving late, and since we are already in the participant arena, meeting with him at the moment would be difficult.”

Chu Ziyan froze mid-sentence. Her eyes twitched.

”How many times do I need to repeat myself? Don’t call me that!”

She said under her breath.

Lin Xuan straightened.

”You are Young Master’s fiancée. So, I must address you properly.”

”We’re here as disciples of the Heaven Sword Sect. Just... call me Senior Sister or something.”

Lin Xuan’s brow furrowed ever so slightly.

”That would be inappropriate.”

Chu Ziyan pinched the bridge of her nose.

”It’s not inappropriate. It’s normal.”

Lin Xuan didn’t waver.

”As you say, Young Mistress.”

”You—!”

Bai Xueqing, standing nearby, let out a cold snort.

”Just let him call you what he wants, Ziyan’er. It’s not like people don’t already know.”

Sigh!

”And just why is he not participating?”

”Who knows? He does what he wants anyway.”

Bai Xueqing replied.

”Anyways, it must be something like the competition is beneath him or something.”

Chu Ziyan said. With Bai Zihan’s personality, she knew it would be something like this or similar.

As for the rumors about him being scared, there was no way she would believe it—even if Bai Zihan himself said so.

With his strength, it was more a question of whether he would bully others rather than being afraid of them.

Even those so-called geniuses under 30 were afraid of him—let alone those under 25.

Lin Xuan, meanwhile, stood silently behind them like an unmoving shadow—gaze calm, back straight, utterly undisturbed by the commotion around him.

He would’ve objected to even a small blemish on Bai Zihan’s name, but since it was Bai Xueqing and Chu Ziyan saying it, he said nothing.

***

Crimson Thunder Palace Waiting Area!

Lei Zhensheng leaned against a wall with his arms crossed. Lightning flickered across his shoulders like twitching serpents.

”Tch,” he muttered. ”The Bai Clan sent their second-rate disciples?”

A youth behind him laughed.

”Maybe Bai Zihan really is scared. Can’t say I blame him. After all, you are participating.”

Lei Zhensheng cracked his knuckles.

”I was in seclusion for a few months and everyone started to think that he was some kind of invincible person. I was looking forward to decimating him.”

Lei Zhensheng looked a bit disappointed.

”A pity. But whatever. My target is still here!”

”Indeed! Crushing Bai Xueqing would be good enough to have your fame spread far and wide.”

Although Bai Zihan’s fame had risen rapidly, it was only recent. Before him, it was Bai Xueqing whose talent was said to be one of the strongest.

So, for one looking to be crowned the strongest of their generation, she was someone that must be defeated.

This would also silence those who claimed that younger generations had surpassed the older ones.

”I will show them what it means to fight against me!”

Lei Zhensheng said excitedly as his Thunder Qi flared.

Celestial Jade Hall Waiting Area!

Shui Lian’er sat in silence, a jade lotus blooming beneath her. Her eyes were closed, and a soft frost clung to the air around her.

One of her junior sisters whispered, ”Senior Sister Lian’er... it seems like that Bai Zihan is not really going to participate.”

”Is that so?”

She said softly.

”I thought I would get to challenge him—the one said to have defeated Mo Tianji. Pity!”

”Hah? That must be a lie! You know how fearsome that devil is. How could it be possible for a junior like Bai Zihan to defeat him?”

Shui Lian’er’s junior sister continued.

”Even the Senior Sister and Brother who went to the Ancient Ruin said that they don’t know about that. Those Bai Clan members must be the ones spreading those lies!”

Well, of course they wouldn’t admit it.

Because admitting it would also mean admitting how they were humiliated and threatened by Bai Zihan in the Ancient Ruins.

Nobody wanted to remember just humiliation and so they collectively decided to forget about it.

Those people, after reporting back to the clan, went straight into seclusion.

And of course, before they went, they didn’t admit they were defeated by someone younger—or that their lives had been hanging by a thread under Bai Zihan’s threat.

They simply feigned ignorance.

Li Clan Waiting Hall!

Every disciple looked at a single person, their expressions full of confidence.

And it was none other than Li Meiying, the Li Clan Leader’s daughter.

Li Meiying stood at the edge of the terrace, her long black and red robes fluttering slightly in the wind.

Behind her, several younger Li disciples were seated, talking in hushed tones—their anger and humiliation from the last war still simmering.

”I still remember that battle...”

One of the younger Li disciples muttered, his voice tight with suppressed rage.

”We lost dozens of our best that day.”

”They didn’t just defeat us. They humiliated us. Our banners were trampled... our elders forced to retreat. Some of our kin never came back.”

Silence hung for a moment, thick with shame and fury.

”This time, we’ll take it back.”

The others straightened.

”This time, the Dragon and Phoenix Competition belongs to us.”

”Although it’s a pity that Bai Zihan isn’t participating, at least we can defeat other Bai Clan members.”

”We’ll show them that it was a fluke. That the Li Clan still deserves to be number one!”

”Let them remember that we were always stronger!”

Their words burned with conviction now, their auras flaring subtly in response. Confidence surged in their hearts—but all of it pointed toward one figure:

Li Meiying!

As she stood at the front, her expression calm but sharp, all eyes turned to her—filled with expectation, trust, and something more.

Hope!

She was their spearhead. Their redemption. The one who would carve the Li Clan’s name back into glory.

Li Meiying didn’t say anything but stood tall with confidence.

(F**K! How do you think I will win?)

On the outside, she was full of calm and confidence—but inside, it couldn’t be more different.

Panic! Fear!

She was feeling almost every negative emotion.

(What revenge? Do you think I’m stronger than Li Ming?)

Li Ming was someone stronger than her—and look at what happened to him.

There was no way she could defeat someone that even Li Ming couldn’t.

She felt very lucky that during the war with the Bai Clan, she had been in seclusion. Otherwise, she thought, she might have been the one in a wheelchair instead of Li Ming.

(Fortunately, that devil isn’t participating.)

Obviously referring to Bai Zihan.

Although others claimed it was a pity he wasn’t participating, she considered it their good fortune.

Otherwise... who knows?

She might end up just like Li Ming.

Of course, she couldn’t show her true self to others—as the beacon of hope and confidence for her fellow clan members.

”Don’t worry. Victory is already mine!”

She said with confidence as other disciples cheered.

Zhao Clan Waiting Hall!

Unlike the neighboring waiting halls where conversations stirred and anticipation buzzed, this room was eerily quiet.

There was no laughter, no light banter—only the weight of resentment and long-nurtured grudges.

Every Zhao disciple seated behind Zhao Chen carried the same look in their eyes: cold focus and quiet fury.

They weren’t here to enjoy the Dragon and Phoenix Competition. They weren’t even here to win.

They were here to redeem themselves.

The memory of their defeat—of the Bai Clan trampling their alliance, of elders wounded and disciples slain—still lingered like a fresh wound.

It had been one of the darkest years in Zhao Clan history.

The pressure was suffocating. No one needed to speak it aloud—everyone already understood.

There was no room for error. No space for mercy. No tolerance for failure.

Vengeance burned in their blood.

The Bai Clan had humiliated them.

Now, it was their turn to prove they still deserved to stand among the Empire’s greats.

Zhao Chen’s gaze remained fixed on the arena below, as if trying to carve their victory into reality through sheer will alone.

This wasn’t a tournament for them.

It was war!

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