33. Yifengzhidapa 14 (Revised) (Complete)

The Centenarian List, held every fifty years, is the top priority of the world of immortal cultivation this year. Everyone, whether participating or not, comes. Those who participate hope to become famous in one fell swoop, while those who don't participate just want to witness the grand occasion.

The autumn sun is warm and gentle, and the breeze is not dry, making people feel refreshed.

Since there are too many monks participating in the Centenarian Ranking, the competition venues will be divided into two hundred. The two hundred venues will be distributed in the valleys, mountains, plains outside Huiling Tiancheng... extending outward.

Outside the Tiancheng of Huiling Mausoleum, at the foot of Wuling Peak, there is a huge valley square decorated with lights and music. The huge bells and drums ring out, shaking the valley and causing waves of echoes.

This is the number one arena.

The entire valley was crowded with visiting monks. The square in the middle was a huge arena. Surrounding the arena on the steps were a hundred welcoming drums. Next to the big drum stood strong men with sturdy physiques. These were the drummers.

The peaks surrounding the valley were where representatives from various sects sat. Each peak was lined with a row of mixed-image mirrors that projected images in all directions of the arena, creating a truly spectacular sight. These mixed-image mirrors could clearly project every corner of the arena.

The first list of the Centenarian List is the Cultivation List, which is also the most important list.

The most likely candidates to top the cultivation rankings were Xi Nuce of the Fufa Sect, Xue Chengfeng of the Qiongcang Sect, and Hua Wanjian of the Yangshan Sect. All three were at the early Nascent Soul stage.

Cheng Ye and Cao Ruixu squeezed in the crowd and finally found two seats. Cheng Ye complained: "There are too many people here, it's so crowded, and there are so few seats. Are there so many foundation-building monks coming to visit?" There is a seating area for each cultivator in each cultivation period. Now Cheng Ye and the others are sitting in the seats for foundation-building monks, but aren't there too many cultivators in the foundation-building period?

Cao Ruixu: "You are still complaining. Who is it that insists on squeezing into the public seats? The sect's seating area is so spacious and the seats are okay." This willful ancestor is really hard to serve. As his senior brother, it is so difficult for me.

Cheng Ye: "Of course it's better to watch the competition in person. What's so interesting about the mixed-image projection? There's no atmosphere at all."

Cao Ruixu: "...then why are you still complaining? The show is about to start. Sit here first. If you want to go back, we can talk later."

Cheng Ye: ...I don’t want to, I’m happy to squeeze here.

When the needle on the time disk turned into a dot, the masters on the various peaks raised their hands and flicked their fingers. Countless spiritual energy balls flew up to the sky above the valley and bloomed in an instant, brilliant and dazzling.

The entire sky.

"Beep, beep..." The golden trumpet carried by three people was blown.

"Boom boom..." The drummer's muscular arms waved vigorously.

Suddenly, the sounds of drums and music rang out together, which was deafening.

After the trumpets and drums stopped, the chief supervisor announced the opening of the Centenarian List.

The first match alone will take three full days, after all, there are too many people, and half of the opponents will be eliminated after the preliminary round.

Cheng Ye looked at the competition that had already begun on the stage, nudged Cao Ruixu with his elbow, and said, "Have you asked clearly? Is Senior Brother Chengfeng competing in this venue?"

Cao Ruixu: "It's right here, there's no mistake." They came here just to watch Senior Brother Chengfeng compete. Although they knew that the first battle was just a formality for Senior Brother Chengfeng, since they were going to watch the competition, of course they had to support their own sect.

"Hey, it's Senior Brother Qi. Senior Brother Qi is also here."

"I see." Senior Brother Qi's big golden sword was too conspicuous to ignore.

"Wow, that disciple from Tianhe Sect was defeated too quickly, wasn't he?" With just one move, he fell off the stage right after stepping onto it. It was so tragic. It was also his bad luck that he chose this opponent.

A lively discussion broke out in the seating area.

…

Cheng Ye stuffed a spiritual fruit into his mouth and said, "Who do you think will win between the two of them?" He looked at the two people in red and blue clothes on the stage and asked Cao Ruixu.

Cao Ruixu: "The one in blue clothes."

Cheng Ye immediately looked at him and said, "Why?" At the moment, the two were evenly matched, and there was no sign of victory or defeat.

Cao Ruixu: "I'm just guessing. I can't tell at the moment, so I'll just make a random guess." The one in blue clothes looks more calm.

Cheng Ye: "I think the one in red will win. He looks like a ruthless person with deep thoughts."

Hiss, that fight was intense. Is he seriously injured? Even if he wins, he might not be able to recover in the next fight. However, some people just want to survive the first fight, for the sake of reputation.

…

"Here he comes, here he comes, it's Senior Brother Chengfeng"

"Senior Brother Chengfeng's face is as cold as that of my uncle."

"You'd better say it again in front of my dad."

“…Then forget it.”

Xue Chengfeng of the Qiongcang Sect wins.

"It really is a trick. The opponent is really unlucky. She's a female cultivator. Senior Brother Chengfeng treats female cultivators the same as male cultivators. He's as cold and ruthless as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves."

…

After Cheng Jiu drove away a group of monks who came to "reminisce" with a cold attitude, he sat on the seat with one hand supporting his head, watching the

Wearing mixed-image glasses, the first day's competitions were all child's play. What was there to see?

By the way, there are quite a few people who come to compete for the list, but few of them are really worth watching. I really don’t understand why my senior brother must ask him to come.

Cheng Jiu, who was a little drowsy, seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked up and looked at the distant sky. Is something coming?

The next second, Cheng Jiu disappeared from his seat.

Above the continuous mountains more than ten miles away, Cheng Jiu closed his eyes and repeatedly scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense. It took him a while to open his eyes.

Nothing? Impossible. There had clearly been a slight fluctuation in his spiritual realm just now.

Cheng Jiu released his spiritual platform once again, his vast spiritual consciousness rapidly extending and swimming in all directions like a fish in water. This time, Cheng Jiu wrapped his mental power around his spiritual consciousness and scanned the entire surrounding area. Nothing to the east, nothing to the west, nothing to the south, nothing to the north, huh? Wait a minute.

Cheng Jiu's face changed, and he mobilized all his spiritual power to instantly move to the sky above the No. 1 competition field. The spiritual power in his body instantly exploded, and snowflakes flew everywhere, the cold air was overwhelming, and the ice and snow were covered in a chilling cold air.

The sudden change in environment caused everyone in the stadium to panic.

"What's going on?"

"what happens?"

"Ah! What is that?"

…

Cheng Ye's expression changed drastically as he looked at the person in the air.

Cheng Jiu, his white robe stained with snow, was mid-air, and icy blue spiritual energy swirled frantically around him, forming a massive vortex. He raised his hands high, struggling to support a massive ice shield, and above it, a gigantic phantom monster!

When the monks on the field saw this scene, they were immediately in chaos. They flew away from the field on their swords, fearing that Cheng Jiu would not be able to hold on in the next second and the phantom beast would fall down directly.

The Phantom Beast, the largest of the Spacetime Beasts, can reach a full ten feet in length. It possesses little offensive power and, due to its enormous size, moves very slowly. However, it strikes fear in the hearts of cultivators, as it excels at concealment. Its body is covered in poisonous pores, each capable of spewing a corrosive demonic toxin that can kill any cultivator. Furthermore, the poison spreads through the wind, so if a Phantom Beast appears and is not promptly dispatched, the consequences can be disastrous.

The magic poison of the phantom monster was really powerful. It was corroding the ice shield rapidly. Cheng Jiu had to hold up the ice shield with great effort while using his spiritual power to continuously repair the corroded gaps.

Just when Cheng Jiu was about to give up, a light purple figure appeared beside him. The sky was full of lightning and thunder, and the fire and thunder rang out. The lightning woven into a huge

The electric grid is covered under the ice cover, and the powerful support lifts the ice cover upwards.

At this moment, the master from each sect on the mountaintop also appeared under the ice shield, summoning spiritual power to support the shield and buy time for the younger generation below to leave. Cao Ruixu reacted and pulled Cheng Ye onto the flying sword, quickly leaving the arena.

After everyone on the field had left, the people under the ice cover tacitly withdrew their spiritual power at the same time and fled in all directions as fast as lightning.

"Boom!" The phantom monster fell heavily to the ground, and the earth shook suddenly, and the surface of the ground shook three times.

Cheng Jiu and several highly skilled True Lords paused in mid-air, their faces solemn, as they gazed upon the phantom beast on the ground. With a flick of his sleeve, Cheng Jiu unleashed a powerful burst of spiritual energy upon the phantom beast. The ice layer encasing it transformed into a curtain of water, which, combined with the outermost layer of electrical grids, instantly exploded with a crackling sound. After a long moment, the massive beast on the ground dissolved into black smoke, dissipating between heaven and earth.

"This thing must have set its sights on this Centenarian Ranking and is trying to use this opportunity to reach adulthood." This thing is almost adulthood. If Cheng Jiu hadn't discovered it, all the cultivators in the entire arena might not have been able to escape. Once its demonic poison absorbed the spiritual energy of the cultivators here, it would definitely help it reach adulthood.

"If we let it succeed, the consequences will be disastrous." There are a large number of future stars in the world of immortal cultivation here.

"Fortunately, Sanyan Zhenjun discovered it in time."

Cheng Jiu's face wasn't quite so bright. He hadn't seen this incident before in the original owner's memory. Now that he saw it, he realized it was because the original owner had been in seclusion. By the time he emerged, the incident had faded, and no one had bothered to mention it. Furthermore, Cheng Ye hadn't visited the Centenarian Ranking in his previous life. No wonder the original owner had remembered the young genius Xue Chengfeng dying young. He'd always assumed it was a training accident.

Landing beside Cheng Ye, he saw his son's face tense, the fear in his eyes still not completely dissipated. Ignoring everyone's surprised looks, Cheng Jiu reached out and rubbed his son's head hard, trying to calm his uneasy mood and said, "Don't be afraid."

The young man, barely twenty, rested his head against his father's warm hand, sniffing and trying to calm his racing heart. He was truly afraid. He had heard of the Phantom Beast's poison, which killed anyone who came into contact with it. Even for a cultivator of his father's caliber, he couldn't guarantee he would be alright. So, he was terrified of what he would do if something happened to his father.

At such a warm moment, a discordant voice rang out.

"Hey, Sanyan, I didn't expect you to have this side to you?" The person who spoke was a handsome male cultivator who was about thirty years old and dressed in lavender clothes. He had a playful smile on his face and exuded a very rogue aura.

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"Yunlei, long time no see," Cheng Jiu said coldly.

Cheng Ye stood beside Cheng Jiu, looking curiously at this destined opponent of his father.

True Lord Yun Lei looked at the little guy who was staring at him with wide eyes, and said with a smile: "Sanyan, is this your son? He looks quite like you." Especially the eyes.

"Let's go to my place and chat."

Cheng Jiu said to Cheng Ye, "You go back with Rui Xu first."

Cheng Ye nodded.

Cheng Jiu got on the immortal sword and left with Yun Lei Zhenjun, leaving behind a group of Bagua monks.

With something like this happening on the first day of the Centennial Ranking, the competition couldn't continue. After discussion, it was decided to restart the competition in ten days. Only one Spacetime Monster would appear at a time, so there was no need to worry about a repeat of what happened today. Ten days was plenty of time for the monks to adjust.

***

Three months later, the Hundred Years Ranking Competition concluded, and the monks held a grand banquet in Huiling Tiancheng before disbanding. Aside from a few issues on the first day, the Hundred Years Ranking had generally gone smoothly.

This time, Cheng Ye obediently took the same spaceship back with Cheng Jiu, and the two sat cross-legged in the room.

Cheng Jiu looked at his son's unhappy mood and asked, "What's on your mind?"

Hearing Cheng Jiu's words, Cheng Ye pulled his thoughts back to the distant past, looked at Cheng Jiu, and hesitated to speak. After a while, he spoke: "Dad, will I never be able to reach your level of cultivation in this lifetime?" The scene that happened on the Hundred-Year-Old List made him feel very powerless. If his cultivation was better, could he help his father?

Cheng Jiu reached out and tapped his son's forehead hard. Seeing his son rubbing his red forehead with an accusing look on his face, he gently raised the corner of his mouth, and his indifferent expression was suddenly coated with a layer of soft light. He said: "In the three thousand worlds, the Tao is eternal. It has its own set of laws of survival. All living beings are microcosms of it, born for a reason. Everyone has their own qualifications, luck, and opportunities. Whether or not you can ask for the Tao by chance depends only on yourself and what your heart desires."

Seeing his son was a little confused, he said: "After we go back this time, I will take you to experience the myriad of living beings and all things in the world."

Cheng Ye's eyes lit up when he heard this and he nodded vigorously. To hell with all the melancholy, the present was the most important thing.

It was not until Cheng Ye broke through the Spirit Severing Stage and chose his favorite peak to become the master of a peak that Cheng Jiu released his long-suppressed cultivation and attracted the ascension thunder tribulation that had not appeared in tens of thousands of years.

Cheng Jiu's face was as cold as ice, and he shuttled through the lightning with the Lingling Snow Fairy Sword in his hand. He was light and graceful, and every time he drew his sword, a deep blue light burst out, and the sword light gathered like the cold charm of a glacier.

The clashing of ice and fire, the roaring of thunder, the flying of sparks—this spectacular sight is truly beyond words.

It was not until the spiritual rain fell from the sky that the stunned disciples of the Qiongcang Sect realized that this was the end?

Isn't it said that ascending to heaven through the thunder tribulation is awesome? Isn't it said that even if you successfully survive the thunder tribulation, you'll still be half-dead? Besides looking a little embarrassed, how exactly does True Lord Sanyan look half-dead?!

In mid-air, Cheng Jiu flipped his hand, and a small, unmistakable tower appeared in his hand. With a flick of his hand, the tower flew to the clearing at the foot of Changqing Peak. The moment it touched the ground, there was a loud bang, and the ground shook violently for a long time before stopping. As soon as the tower landed, it rapidly expanded, eventually becoming a nine-story pagoda.

The successful ascension feedback screen has become a must-do for almost every ascender. This sword tower was the product of Cheng Jiu's immense efforts, and it contains the majority of his savings. From now on, Qiongcang Sect disciples who successfully conquer the tower will receive corresponding rewards, making this a future training ground for the Qiongcang Sect.

Cheng Jiu took one last look at his son and disciples below him and then looked away. He raised his head to look at the guiding light in front of him and stepped on it without hesitation.

Cheng Ye, who was already a great immortal master, watched this scene with joy. His father had already paid too much for him, and he would walk the rest of the way by himself without any fear.

***

Zhong Feiqi's extra story.

Zhong Feiqi deeply disliked Cheng Ye. Before meeting his master, he had endured countless hardships in the secular world, all caused by his status as a child of noble birth. As a child of aristocratic families, he had been bullied by the three young masters of this family since childhood. Beatings, scoldings, and kneeling became almost a daily routine for him. From the day his master brought him back to the Qiongcang Sect, he vowed to become a supreme immortal and stand at the top of the world.

Until one day, he saw Cheng Ye. The arrogant young man was followed by a group of fawning, boasting, and flattering lackeys. But the arrogant young man, with a look of impatience on his face, kicked the lackeys who blocked his way and walked away in a carefree manner. This scene deeply pierced Zhong Feiqi's eyes. The arrogant look on his face was exactly like the young master from the aristocratic family who had bullied him in the past.

Later, he heard that the boy's biological father was a genius of the Qiong Cang Sect, and even the Sect Leader was his elder. He had unparalleled resources, status, and backers since he was a child. All of this disgusted him. Fortunately, the boy's talent was far inferior to his, so whenever he faced the boy, he could suppress him. Later, the boy's genius father came out of seclusion, and everything changed.

The young man seemed to have undergone a transformation. He encountered a young man on the sect rankings. He won, but even that victory was humiliating. Being toyed with by an opponent three ranks lower than him was humiliating, and he felt everyone was laughing at him. During the battle for the top spot on the Hundred-Year-Old Cultivation Ranking, his opponent used this incident to goad him. His excessive focus on it drove him mad, and he lost. He was eliminated, and also lost his eligibility to compete on the Character Influence Ranking.

He knew he had a demon within him, a demon that had taken root in his heart, holding his cultivation back. Just as his master had said, he was obsessed with appearances. If he couldn't overcome jealousy and hatred, he would never be able to ascend.

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