Back at the hotel, the group returned to their respective rooms to rest.
Late at night, Yu Daochen lay on his bed, contemplating how the Divine Church might cause trouble tomorrow.
Beside him, Zhou Fu sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, cultivating.
"Master," Zhou Fu suddenly opened his eyes and called out.
Yu Daochen turned to Zhou Fu with a hint of confusion, "What is it?"
Zhou Fu hesitated before speaking, "Master, I've been having a strange dream these past few days?"
Yu Daochen was puzzled but suddenly realized something and asked, "What dream?"
Zhou Fu recounted his dream: "I dreamt I was on a mission and was ambushed and stabbed to death. Master, you knelt down to save me. I've had this dream for several days in a row."
"It's nothing, dreams are often the opposite of reality. Perhaps you'll be promoted and prosper in the future. Besides, no one in this world dares to make me, Gu Ye, kneel," Yu Daochen said with a smile.
Despite Yu Daochen's smiling demeanor, his heart grew heavy.
No matter what, he would absolutely not let Zhou Fu die, even if it cost him his own life!
Yu Daochen changed the subject, "Alright, get some sleep. The Divine Church might attack tomorrow, so be prepared."
Zhou Fu nodded and prepared to sleep, murmuring to himself.
If Master says it's fine, then it must be fine!
The next morning, everyone was well-prepared. Da Hu drove the used van, taking them towards the Changle Gate.
Yu Daochen had already informed everyone about the Divine Church's potential ambush, so they were all fully prepared.
Almost all the disciples from various sects were present today. This competition would determine who the true prodigies of the younger generation were.
Yu Daochen and his companions found a spot to sit and watch the matches.
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the referee on the competition stage picked up the microphone and announced loudly, "Please, Wang Fubao, the Northeast Spirit Medium, and Wang Ming of Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, proceed to the waiting area!"
As soon as the referee spoke, the entire spectator stand erupted in excitement.
Two figures slowly walked onto the stage. Everyone held their breath. This match could directly determine one's position on the Black List in the future.
Death is inevitable for all, and even current Black List experts would eventually grow old and die.
On the stage, the two met eyes. Both felt an immense pressure, as they were well aware of each other's strength.
Wang Fubao cupped his fists and introduced himself, "Wang Fubao, Northeast Spirit Medium."
Wang Ming's usual mischievous smile vanished, replaced by a faint one. "Benefactor Wang, there's no need for such formalities between us."
This alone showed the immense pressure Wang Ming was under.
Wang Fubao nodded, a smile appearing on his face. "That's true. Then I shall invite my spirit to possess me for this duel!"
Seeing that the two were ready to fight, the referee wisely exited the arena.
A gentle breeze blew. Wang Fubao immediately formed hand seals and stomped his foot on the ground. "Spirit Medium disciple Wang Fubao, I invite the Hu family spirit to possess me!"
As Wang Fubao spoke, a white smoke entered his body, and his eyes immediately took on a fox-like appearance.
"Little one, didn't I tell you not to invite me to possess you unless it's a real battle?" Wang Fubao's voice changed.
Wang Fubao wore a bitter smile, his voice returning to normal. "Sir, I have no choice. If I don't invite you to possess me, I simply cannot defeat him."
Wang Fubao's fox-like eyes glanced at Wang Ming, a mischievous smile on his face. He muttered to himself, "That's true. A spirit medium who doesn't invite a spirit to possess them is at a disadvantage when fighting others. One month of lifespan, and I'll lend you all my power. How about it?"
Wang Fubao let out a bitter laugh, inwardly cursing.
His destiny was incredibly strong. Inviting a spirit of this caliber usually cost at most fifteen days of lifespan, yet this fellow was demanding a month.
"Sir, isn't it usually fifteen days?" Wang Fubao thought to himself, lamenting that at his age of twenty-something, he looked over thirty.
Standing among his peers, others could call him uncle.
Moreover, he didn't even have a girlfriend yet.
"Kid, with all my power, I guarantee you'll win. A month of lifespan is a fair trade," Wang Fubao chuckled and muttered to himself again.
Wang Fubao gritted his teeth, steeling his resolve. "Fine, a month it is!"
As Wang Fubao spoke, his aura instantly surged.
Wang Fubao looked at Wang Ming. "Come on."
Wang Ming, seeing Wang Fubao's suddenly surging aura, showed no fear. He conjured the Great Vajra Palm and struck towards Wang Fubao.
Wang Fubao, seeing Wang Ming's Great Vajra Palm heading towards him, did not dodge. He raised his hand and met the palm strike head-on.
Bang!
The moment their palms collided, Wang Fubao did not retreat even half a step. Instead, he matched Wang Ming's Great Vajra Palm blow for blow.
Wang Ming was shocked. To be able to clash head-on with his Great Vajra Palm without using any techniques, the power of a spirit was indeed formidable.
Wang Fubao was also somewhat surprised. He had expected to be at a disadvantage in this exchange but found himself evenly matched.
At the same time, Wang Fubao was puzzled. This power was completely different from last time.
Had this fellow not used his full strength last time? He was so much stronger now.
Indeed, one received as much power as they paid in lifespan.
In the stands, Tang Junsheng looked at Wang Fubao, who appeared to be in his thirties, and remarked, "Does inviting a spirit and sacrificing lifespan for a spirit medium also age their appearance? He looks old enough to be my brother."