"bite."
The competition began, and the leaders of the five peaks sprang into action. Wuxing Peak used his hand as a blade, shattering the gold nugget into pieces. Wuyin Peak used his finger as a hammer, striking the nugget, causing it to ring. Golden spiritual energy swirled around in circles amidst the music, as if materializing sound waves. Wuwei Peak extracted some of the golden spiritual energy and used it to create a small formation, accelerating the extraction of the remaining golden spiritual energy. Wendao Peak was more down-to-earth, pressing the nugget lightly with his palm, gradually disintegrating it into powder.
Shen Qingmang of Wuya Peak held the gold nugget in both hands, raised it above his head, and chanted: "Life is fleeting, and life is not as solid as gold or stone."
Life is short, like a journey. Life is hard to last, like a stone or metal.
For mortals, this is just a sigh, but for monks, it is a question.
I want to compete with heaven for longevity, how can the solidity of gold and stone compete with me?
The gold nugget in his hand slipped out of his palm and began to tremble with increasing frequency. Finally, it could no longer maintain a stable shape and exploded from the inside out, dispersing into a golden cloud across the sky.
"Junior sister's word-spiritual skills have become even more profound." Shi Mingli sighed.
Qi Xiao snorted. "That's because she came out of seclusion and started arguing with me again. She's sharp-tongued, so it's no surprise she's improved."
Each peak can utilize spells activated by speech, but only Wuya Peak possesses the power of the "Spirit of Words," making its spells far more powerful than those of the other peaks. This is because Wuya Peak's internal skills are the most profound and extensive. When the heart becomes the vast universe, what is expressed becomes the stars.
Relying on the power of the Word Spirit, Shen Qingmang was the first to melt all the huge gold blocks into golden spiritual energy and left the starting point.
"One move, 'Heart-Stirring Yearning', and we'll reach the finish line." Qi Xiao said, "Let the other peaks see how fast our Wangba Sect is."
Shi Mingli's eyebrows twitched, and he scolded softly, "Silence."
Shen Qingmang did not teleport to the finish line as the second senior brother expected. Her original intention in designing this race was to exercise everyone's physical strength, so she set an example by running on the track.
The majestic golden spiritual energy around her formed different patterns.
First, the grass sprouted, the willows turned green, and the peach blossoms began to bloom. A deer leaped lightly through the woods, its body dissipated in the air, and then gathered again to form the word "Spring".
Then the grass and trees are lush, the plums are yellowing, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom. A group of butterflies dance among the flowers, and their wings gradually turn into gold powder, forming the word "summer".
Then the grass and trees fall, the fruits are ripe, and the chrysanthemums bloom. A breeze blows, and the fallen leaves spin high and low, forming the word "autumn".
It's the season now.
As the autumn scenery faded, Shen Qingmang also reached his destination.
Gu Sui Han felt as if a bunch of fire grass was growing in his chest, stretching out its red branches and leaves, burning his meridians. The red light penetrated his throat, making him feel itchy.
He desperately wanted to say something to ease the stalemate, so he turned to his junior sister Si Rong, who had been chattering away, and said, "Do you think Master is beautiful?"
Si Rong stared at the competition field, her face flushed red. It was unclear whether she heard what he said or not, but she shouted loudly, "Master is so powerful! I want to turn into a butterfly too!"
Hao Xin directly mobilized the surrounding golden spiritual energy and circulated it in his palm, trying to piece it together into a complete pattern, but it always came out in strange shapes.
Gu Suihan returned his gaze to the arena. Shen Qingmang's cold and elegant features softened under the golden aura, like a lofty deity imbued with a touch of humanity by the incense offerings.
Neither she herself nor the disciples who were watching her seemed to notice her beauty.
Perhaps beauty is the most insignificant thing to her.
How could his omnipotent and invulnerable Master make her truly fall into the mortal world?
Gu Sui Han covered his lips and coughed heavily several times.
Shen Qingmang had already begun casting. She didn't resort to any fancy maneuvers, focusing on compressing the golden spiritual energy in her hands into a solid form. There were no containers for the exhibition match, so they needed to cast an object themselves, in a custom shape.
A round base, thin pillars, a plump cup body... a huge trophy gradually took shape. Shen Qingmang held the trophy with a very modern style, thought for a moment, and wrote four words on the cup: The Golden Bowl Will Last Forever.
Jinou is a metal cup, which was used by the ancients as a metaphor for a complete country. She hopes that the Taichu Sect can be undisturbed and remain peaceful forever.
The other four peaks also reached their finish line. Wuxing Peak forged a sword, Wuyin Peak a flute, Wuwei Peak a Bagua formation, and Wendao Peak a model of a palace, each with its own unique characteristics. They completed the final step simultaneously, with tacit understanding. The stands erupted in applause, and the disciples' eyes were filled with admiration.
Shen Qingmang returned to Wuya Peak with the golden cup and placed it on the base in front of the stands. The disciples then realized that the heavy pillar that tripped them several times was not used to tie up the spirit beast, but to place the finished products of this round.
The "Melting Gold to Cast Equipment" project ended successfully. In order to avoid repeated contestants' lack of spiritual power, the next project started half an hour later. During this rest period, the stands of each peak that were originally separated flew to the center and were pieced together. The elders encouraged each peak to communicate more, and some disciples who were good at socializing immediately started to talk with other peaks.
To the left of Wuya Peak is Wendao Peak, and to the right is Wuwei Peak. The contestants from Wendao Peak are primarily outer disciples, as Wendao Peak only has elders who provide retirement services and outer disciples who work in the office. However, the outer disciples of Wendao Peak are the most powerful. They regularly interact with the most accomplished elders of the Taichu Sect, and with luck, they may even encounter monks from other sects visiting the Taichu Sect, providing ample opportunities for learning. Hundreds of years ago, when the barriers between the inner and outer sects of the Taichu Sect were less strict, the majority of disciples promoted from outer to inner sect came from Wendao Peak.
Therefore, of the other four peaks, Wendao Peak was the friendliest towards the Wuya Peak cultivators. Both sides had many outer disciples, making it easy for them to chat. Meanwhile, Wuwei Peak, with its mostly inner disciples participating, was reluctant to initiate conversation with outer disciples, feeling it would lower their status.
However, there was an exception at Wuwei Peak, where someone came over on their own initiative.
"Junior sister, you were so graceful and charming just now. It was so captivating." An Yanxiang looked at Shen Qingmang with a smile.
Shen Qingmang got goosebumps all over his body, and just wanted to send this smiling tiger away quickly. "Brother, you are too kind. Wuwei Peak's performance just now was also very impressive."
"How can my stupid junior brother compare to you?" An Yanxiang leaned closer to her. "Junior sister, has your memory recovered recently?"
"Qiongju..."
"Fengchun, why don't you stay in your own nest and come here to lay eggs?" Qi Xiao came over at some point and said unhappily.
"Brother Qi, how are you? It's been a while since we last met. You're still at the Nascent Soul stage, but you're truly well versed in the Wuya Sect's ways of dealing with the world." An Yanxiang responded without changing his expression.
"Master Fengchun is an outsider, so please do not casually criticize our sect's actions."
Shen Qingmang turned around and saw that his senior brother had also arrived, and he felt a throbbing pain in his temples.
Do you three have a grudge? Then why don't you guys just fight and I'll leave?
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