Chapter 71: Compass (600+ new words) “Where the compass points…
Xie Wuyang turned around in surprise, "You recognize him?"
"Who among those who practice Taoism doesn't know Jiang Luoming? This Taoist friend should rarely go out, right?" The casual cultivator looked at Xie Wuyang vaguely.
Xie Wuyang paused, then nodded in agreement with the cultivator's words, "Yes."
When the wandering cultivator heard that Xie Wuyang didn't know, he immediately became interested and excitedly told the rumors about Jiang Luoming in the cultivation world, "The new leader of the Lianwu Sect, all the disciples call him Big Brother. Even Jiang Lin claims that Jiang Shutong is his first disciple, but that's not true."
Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on Jiang Shutong on the high platform.
The deliberately lowered voice of a casual cultivator came to my ears, "Before Jiang Shutong, the old master Jiang also accepted a disciple named Jiang Luoming..."
Rumor has it that this disciple is gifted and established his foundation in less than a year of practice. Later, his practice progressed by leaps and bounds, and soon he became a leader among the younger generation in the world of cultivation.
A child of destiny, that's all.
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "What happened next?"
"Later..." The wandering cultivator sighed. "A few years ago, at the Hundred Family Alliance, Jiang Lin, for unknown reasons, publicly announced that Jiang Luoming was expelled from the sect and imprisoned in the dungeon. This incident caused a huge uproar at the time, and some even speculated..."
The wandering cultivator coughed lightly, glanced around, and carefully leaned close to Xie Wuyang's ear, "This matter is related to the new leader, Lian Wu."
Xie Wuyang opened his lips slightly, "Oh? Why?"
"Think about it, the Hundred Clan Alliance formed in the Dingmao year. Coincidentally, it was the second year Jiang Shutong went up the mountain."
As the casual cultivator finished his words, Xie Wuyang's heart was filled with turmoil.
My first subconscious thought was to ask Yun Wanzhou if he knew about this.
"My little immortal friend, it's really unlucky for you to face him..." The casual cultivator sighed, but Xie Wuyang was no longer in the mood to listen.
The wax apple competition was reaching its climax when the whispers of female cultivators could be heard from behind.
"Late Foundation Establishment stage and mid-Golden Core stage, I think the outcome of this match is already decided."
"What sect or school does the Foundation Establishment cultivator belong to? With such a huge disparity in power, why does he still insist on participating?"
"Cang Qiong, formation cultivator, Yin Ling. They should be the eldest disciple under the Cang Qiong Yunxianzun."
"I've long heard that the talents of the disciples under the tutelage of Cangqiong Mountain's Immortal Master Yun are quite low. Seeing it today is truly an eye-opener."
Xie Wuyang looked up when he heard the voice, his eyes fell on the round platform, and a familiar figure came into view.
Fuzhitao looked extremely panicked and lowered her head to take out a compass from the bag on her waist.
At the same time, a long whip attacked Fuzhitao's waist and abdomen.
The long whip was so fast and sharp that even a Jindan cultivator could not escape unscathed.
Xie Wuyang stood in the audience and couldn't help but frown.
In the blink of an eye, the earth collapsed and the rocks cracked, and a golden light penetrated the dust and fog, illuminating the pupils of everyone present.
A muffled groan was heard from the smoke, and a figure stood hazily on the high platform, alone and calm, as tall and straight as a pine or cypress.
Xie Wuyang looked carefully, and his eyes happened to fall on the Qiankun bag hanging around the man's waist.
“How could it be…”
The dust on the stage cleared away, and several exclamations were heard from the crowd.
Xie Wuyang looked at the copy in surprise as he escaped, and he was not expecting the result.
He was not the original body, and knew very little about this nominal senior brother. The only impression he had was the bell around his waist and his incomplete soul.
It is extremely difficult for those with damaged souls to practice. It is already difficult to successfully build a foundation, let alone defeat a Jindan cultivator of a higher level.
His senior brother... is really a hidden talent.
On the high platform, Fu Zhitao put away the compass and looked at the disciple lying on the platform.
The disciple's spiritual weapon was knocked down by the golden light and fell to the ground. His arm hung limply at his side, bleeding profusely.
Fu Zhitao's eyes paused, and he frowned. Just as he was about to take a step forward, the disciple took two steps back in fear. "What...what do you want to do?"
Sensing the resistance of the person in front of him, Fu Zhitao stopped moving forward. After a moment's thought, he lowered his head and pulled out a white jade porcelain bottle from his Qiankun bag. He threw it in front of his disciple with a wave of his right hand, "Master said that we must dare to take responsibility. This is a healing ointment. Apply it a few times and the wound will heal."
After hearing this, the disciple looked even more frightened, "You didn't put some poison in it, did you?"
Fuzhitao shook her head.
He seemed to be tired, his eyebrows drooped and his back was no longer straight.
The silver bell on her waist rang twice, and Fu Zhitao seemed to have received some signal. She stopped entangled with the disciple in front of her, turned around and jumped down the platform.
The victory was achieved by surpassing the opponent's level. This battle was unexpected and caused quite a stir among many monks.
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, but Fuzhitao seemed not to hear it and walked forward slowly.
"Senior Brother Fu." someone called.
Fu Zhitao slowed down his pace and thought slowly: There is someone with the same last name as him.
"Senior Brother Fu." Another call.
Fu Zhitao continued to move forward, thinking to himself: Although you have the same surname as me, I don’t call you Senior Brother, I call you... What’s my name?
A pair of hands patted Fuzhitao's shoulders. Fuzhitao paused and turned her head blankly.
Xie Wuyang looked down at him and called out, "Senior Brother Fu."
Fuzhitao blinked and came back to her senses, "Are you calling me?"
He raised his hand and pointed at himself.
"What else?" Xie Wuyang was amused by Fu Zhitao's silly look. "Brother, you defeated the Jindan cultivator with just one move. How amazing! I saw you take out a compass from your Qiankun bag. Is it your magical weapon?"
Fu Zhitao maintained the movement of his fingers and stared at Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang hadn't received a response for a long time. He couldn't help but suspect that Fu Zhitao hadn't listened to him at all. He moved his lips and was about to speak again, but Fu Zhitao suddenly widened her eyes, as if she had discovered something surprising: "Junior Brother?!"
Xie Wuyang: “…It’s me.”
Fu Zhitao looked annoyed, "Sorry, Junior Brother, I tend to lose focus when I use my spiritual power."
It's more than just a trance. It's like he's completely deaf and doesn't recognize his relatives! Xie Wuyang thought.
Seeing that the Peach of Fortune had returned to normal, Xie Wuyang was afraid that he would change back to normal the next moment, so he pointed at his Qiankun bag and said, "Senior Brother's Luo..."
"You can see it!" Fu Zhitao hurriedly took out a compass from his pocket and handed it to Xie Wuyang with both hands.
Xie Wuyang turned the compass over and over again, and his finger fell on the Qiankun Bagua diagram on the compass.
"Junior brother, don't touch it. There is a formation on it." Fu Zhitao reminded in a low voice.
Thinking of the golden light that suddenly flashed on the podium during the competition, Xie Wuyang instantly let go of his hand.
If a Jindan cultivator can be defeated with just one strike, then can this compass also help him fight Jiang Luoming?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang asked, "Where did you get the compass, brother?"
Fu Zhi Tao: "Junior brother, this is something I made myself."
"Yourself?" Xie Wuyang looked surprised.
Fu Zhitao explained, "Master said that my health was not good and it was difficult for me to practice, so he asked me to read when I had nothing to do. There were many books about formations in the library, so I followed and learned some."
Later, he discovered that many of the formations mentioned in the book were related to each other, so he tried to draw inferences from one example and drew some of them himself and put them in the compass for future use.
Fu Zhitao added, "Different directions indicated by the compass correspond to different formations, which are very useful in times of crisis."
Xie Wuyang returned the compass and nodded with mixed feelings, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for clearing up my doubts."
Fu Zhitao put the compass into his Qiankun bag, then suddenly seemed to remember something and looked up and asked, "Junior brother, if you want, I can make one for you."
Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed, "Brother, are you serious?"
"Really." Fuzhitao nodded.
Before Xie Wuyang could even feel the surprise, he heard Fu Zhitao say, "But this compass is not a natal spiritual weapon. You must not use it during the competition."
Rule 132 of the Wax Apple Competition stipulates that contestants are not allowed to bring any objects onto the field except their own spiritual weapons.
The Peach of Fortune can be used because the formation was created by him, and he won by relying on his own abilities.
If Xie Wuyang wants to use it, it would be unreasonable.
"If we could use the Lotus Wu Competition to allow the Lotus Wu Sect Leader to break the barrier and open the secret room in public, do you think... would he agree or not?"
Thinking of what Wu Hanfeng said that day, Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes, a strange color flashed in his eyes, "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother."
Xie Wuyang remained standing until Fu Zhitao's figure disappeared in the crowd.
He realized that he had completely overlooked one thing -
The competition produced many talented people and high-quality spiritual weapons.
However, his original body did not have any spiritual weapon, and after he came back to life, he had no time to think about it because of the Nightmare Stone.
After all, he had reached the pinnacle of human achievement in his previous life. Even if his cultivation level was low after his resurrection, he was still not without a chance of winning thanks to his remaining memories of spells and talismans from his previous life.
But now I have no spiritual weapon and am left with nothing.
Forget about winning the championship, I'm afraid I can only make it into the top 300.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang curled his fingertips, and a hint of gloom flashed across his eyes.
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"The fifty-third match, Li Shu, a disciple of the Soul-Separating Sect, and Han Kun, a disciple of the Lotus Mist Sect."
Xie Wuyang stood in the audience and pursed his lips.
He had just inquired and found out that Jiang Luoming's cultivation had reached the late Golden Core stage and would soon reach the Nascent Soul stage.
However, he had just reached the Golden Core stage, and his spiritual power was still unstable. It would be even more difficult to win without a spiritual weapon.
Various techniques flashed through Xie Wuyang's mind, hoping to find a way to defeat his opponent by surpassing his level, but none of them was something he could master with his current level of cultivation.
"Beat fifty-three, Han Kun from the Wax Mist Sect wins."
Cheers rang out from the stage and the audience.
Xie Wuyang suddenly closed his eyes.
At the same time, his clenched palms felt warm, and the voice of the Lianwu disciple on the stage passed through the crowd and fell clearly into his ears.
"The fifty-fourth match, Jiang Luoming, a disciple of the Lotus Mist Sect, and Xie Wuyang, a disciple of the Cangqiong Mountain."
Xie Wuyang opened his eyes and jumped onto the platform on tiptoe.
Jiang Luoming had her ponytail tied up high with a flying hairband. With a wave of her right hand, a silver sword flew out from the stage with a buzzing sound.
There are more than enough top-quality ones.
Jiang Luoming raised his sword and pointed it at Xie Wuyang, "Where's your spiritual weapon?"
Xie Wuyang chuckled and answered truthfully, "I don't have a spiritual weapon."
Cultivators never let go of their spiritual weapons, let alone golden elixirs.
Jiang Luoming was stunned at first, then his face darkened, as if he had suffered great humiliation. He swung his sword, and his spiritual power instantly surged like a tidal wave, attacking Xie Wuyang head-on.
If he were to take this blow head-on, he would be injured if not crippled.
Fortunately, Xie Wuyang threw out a talisman in time to block in front of him, then dodged to the side and passed by Jiang Luoming's right side, barely avoiding the attack.
Before the long sword fell to the ground, Jiang Luoming changed to holding the sword in his left hand, and the undispersed spiritual power was shot out from his right hand.
Xie Wuyang followed suit and circulated his spiritual power.
The spiritual powers collided and a roaring sound arose.
As the saying goes, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
However, Xie Wuyang's cultivation level is far inferior to Jiang Luoming's. If he wants to avoid the other party's attack, he will consume a huge amount of spiritual energy.
I'm afraid that Jiang Luoming has not yet exhausted his strength, but he will be defeated due to the depletion of spiritual power.
Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth and thought of a risky solution.
He didn't want to stop there, nor did he want to just get into the top 300.
He also wants—
Top of the list, win the championship.
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