Being a winner means that no matter how bad your performance is later on, you can at least be in tenth place.
The next two days were the last time for the monks to rest and adjust their status! It is worth mentioning that after the injury of Chang Wanzhou from Shushan, who was defeated by Jiang Li, stabilized, he challenged other disciples again and successfully entered the top ten.
Ma Donggui, a master of thunder spirit from the Foreign Affairs Hall, also squeezed in with his powerful thunder technique.
Among the top ten, disciples from the four major sects took the vast majority, with only three spots occupied by disciples from other sects, and not a single one from independent cultivators.
To be honest, if one does not have any extraordinary talent or opportunity, ordinary cultivators are too weak compared to the disciples of the sect.
Especially when they were weak, they had the protection of the sect, the guidance of their elders, and stable resources.
The other one may have nothing except an incomplete set of skills and has to rely on himself for everything.
Apart from luck and talent, there is really nothing that independent cultivators can compare to disciples from sects.
After five days, Jiang Li, who was at the top of the list, once again stood on the top of the mountain, looking down on the crowd.
The ten of them were eyeing each other covetously, and except Jiang Li, no one did not want a better ranking.
And below, the remaining two hundred monks were competing for all the arenas beyond the top ten.
For them, there are no such cruel and difficult challenging tasks.
Two hundred disciples stepped onto the Hundred Battles Stairs one by one. They needed to choose the arena to occupy based on their own judgment of their own strength.
But there were only ninety arenas available for occupation, and soon, before even the ninety arenas were completely occupied, the fighting had already begun.
Ninety out of two hundred, the probability is as high as 45%. Basically, as long as everyone defeats one opponent, they can get a certain share of the distribution for their own sect.
But the rules of the Hundred Battles Ladder are free challenges with no specific restrictions.
That is to say, the competition in the top-ranked arenas may be very fierce, and they may even be challenged more than a dozen times in a row, and face challenges more frequently than Jiang Li, the top-ranked arena.
And those arenas that are ranked lower may not even be noticed by anyone, so they can just stand there and win in the end.
Without overwhelming strength, it is difficult for ordinary monks to withstand the continuous battles with opponents of the same level.
So in addition to strength, this competition also tests luck and wisdom.
For example, reserving your strength and waiting until the last moment when everyone is exhausted before taking action is a good option.
Jiang Li lay on the coiled body of the wooden dragon, looking up at the sky with boredom.
Above the two mountains, there is a thin layer of silver water curtain floating in the air. This layer of water curtain is like a mirror, reflecting light and images very clearly.
It was a spell called Mirror Hua Water Curtain, which was jointly cast by several high-level monks.
Since the arena is located on the Hundred Battles Stairs, once it reaches a certain height, most of the low-level monks standing at the foot of the mountain cannot see the situation on the arena above.
Without spectators, what kind of event is it? No matter how intense the fight is, it would be meaningless.
Therefore, the organizers of the competition specially created such a layer of mirror-like water curtain. As long as the monks look up, they can watch the fight through the reflection of the water curtain.
Properly adjusting the angle can even achieve the effect of zooming in and out of the screen, allowing the low-level monks below to watch the battle through the huge screen that blocks out the sun and sky, and the experience effect is simply too good.
Who says that the world of immortal cultivation only understands spiritual energy and not physics? The cultivator who created this spell clearly has a very thorough understanding of the way light propagates.
Jiang Li had just kicked a challenger from Cihang Temple away, and shattered the opponent's Vajra body with one kick, causing his overall strength to drop suddenly and unable to recover in a short time.
The result of solving the battle with one strike made the other eight people look solemn, and they dared not challenge Jiang Li again.
Jiang Li, the top of the list, was able to relax and sit on the "dragon throne", in the best position in the middle of the entire arena, watching the entire competition.
As more and more monks poured in, the battles below broke out more frequently. Various spells flashed with light, and the confrontation between the monks was extremely fierce.
This is the most elite group of Qi-cultivating monks in the Dachongshan immortal cultivation world. There are almost no weaklings among them, and each of them has one or two special skills.
The fight between these guys is somewhat interesting.
Jiang Li's eyes swept across the many arenas where fierce battles were taking place, and then his eyes looking up into the air suddenly lost focus, as if he had crossed a long distance and was looking into another pair of eyes.
Those eyes were deep and empty, and could never be seen clearly under the shadows.
As early as two days ago, the owner of those eyes had left the misty mountains and flew into the sky in one direction.
. . . .
The Immortal Cultivation City that Never Sleeps is, to date, one of the most affluent and prosperous cities in the Immortal Cultivation World of Dachong Mountain.
Here, the bustling streets are never quiet. Day turns to night, night turns to day, this is a city that never gets tired.
On this day, a figure riding a magic weapon flew towards the city from the sky.
The person who came was sitting cross-legged on a coffin. He was of medium build and slender. He was wearing a green robe and a nondescript wooden mask on his face.
It is covered so tightly that no outsider, even her own mother would not be able to recognize her.
The man in green looked down and saw a stretch of rice fields that stretched from the sky to the earth. The breeze was blowing and the rice fields were rising and falling like waves.
At the end of the golden mature rice fields stands a towering and huge city that is completely inconsistent with the productivity of the feudal era.
After patting the gray and ordinary coffin beneath him, his flying speed slowed down a lot, from the original speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and instead flew over leisurely.
"Stop! No flying over the Never Sleeping City!"
Just when the man in green wanted to fly directly over the wall of the City That Never Sleeps.
Three figures suddenly jumped up and stopped him in mid-air.
"My friend, please come down and cooperate with the inspection. I believe you should be very clear about what will happen to those who break the rules of the City That Never Sleeps."
The three monks who blocked the road revealed three hooks that were shining with cold light in their hands.
There is a sharp, curved iron hook on the top, and countless sharp blades are attached to the chain.
This is the standard magic weapon of the City That Never Sleeps. It is very powerful and can cause people to suffer without taking their lives easily.
If the city that never sleeps kills people on sight, it will be very bad for business if the news spreads. So they specially customized this cruel magic weapon that can scrape flesh and bones.
They have seen many monks who think they are invincible when they first come out, but once they are tied up by this hook and chain, even the hardest bones will become soft.
With the city that never sleeps behind them, they are very happy to see troublemakers causing trouble.
Judging from the flying speed of the man in green just now, it is obvious that he is not a high-level cultivator. They are very confident in their eyesight.
"With three Foundation Establishment Stage guards and a Moon Shooting Crossbow, the Never-Sleeping City is truly wealthy and powerful."
The man in green looked at the three monks blocking his way, then glanced at the two bronze crossbows on the city wall below, which were adjusting their positions to aim at him.
The man in green pointed to a place not far away where two old men were rising into the air from the city. After flying over the city wall, they turned into two streams of light and disappeared into the sky.
Clearly, these three guys are treating each other differently.
"Humph, he is a master in the Golden Core Realm. How can any random person compare to him..."
The leading monk couldn't continue talking.
Because a huge oppressive force suddenly descended and enveloped them mercilessly.
Cold sweat broke out of their pores, their bodies trembled and they felt weak all over! As the gatekeepers of the city that never sleeps, they are indeed well-informed. This feeling is...
"Gold...Golden Pill!"
The leading foundation-building cultivator uttered these two words with a pale face, and then his internal breath became disordered and he could no longer bear it, and fell to the ground with the other two cultivators.
Bang, bang, bang! With three dull thumping sounds, their buttocks came into close contact with the bluestone floor.
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It was not so easy for the three foundation-building cultivators to die from the fall, but due to the hasty landing, they still fell dizzy.
"Well, according to you, am I qualified to fly over now?"
However, the green-robed monk suddenly disappeared in the air, and appeared a few meters away from them the next second.
The three foundation-building monks were so frightened that their souls were scared out of their bodies, and their faces turned from white to blue in an instant.
If stopping those who violate the rules of flying in the air is their duty, then calling a Jindan cultivator a "cat or dog" is undoubtedly a way to death!
If they encounter a Jindan with a bad temper, it is not impossible that they will be beaten to death on the spot.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm just a nobody, I'm just a nobody!"
"I have offended you, my lord, by not recognizing you. Please forgive me, lord!"
The three of them immediately made apology and sincerely regretted the mistakes they had made.
Although the City That Never Sleeps is not afraid of a Jindan, if the man in green shirts kills people without any reason at the city gate, it will undoubtedly offend the dignity of the City That Never Sleeps. No matter whether it is for face or something else, he will definitely be met with thunderous revenge from the City That Never Sleeps.
However, the prosperity of the City That Never Sleeps mainly relies on the investment and permanent presence of major sects.
The city lord's power is actually not as strong as that of Shengxian Pavilion.
Therefore, they would not be willing to offend a Jindan for no reason. Moreover, this time it was because of the contempt of the three of them that the Qingshan man was angered.
Even if the green-shirted man did not attack them this time, the City That Never Sleeps would still punish them severely to appease the anger of a Jindan.
The three Foundation Establishment cultivators bowed on the ground for more than ten minutes to apologize for their slip of the tongue. Only then did the man in green begin to speak in a calm tone.
"Forget it. It's your job. I won't pursue it."
"I'm going to stay in the city that never sleeps temporarily. Is there anything I need to take care of? Can one of you take me there?"
Hearing this, the three monks breathed a sigh of relief.
They are not inner disciples of any big sect, and they don't have any powerful elder teachers standing behind them.
If this Jindan insisted on pursuing the matter, the crime of disrespect alone would be enough to make them spend the rest of their lives cleaning toilets.
Although the man in green is a powerful and mysterious Jindan cultivator, he is unexpectedly easy to talk to.
After all, he came here to do business, not to cause trouble, so there was no need to make things too difficult for others.
The three men found that Jiang Li had subsided, so they stood up and apologized for a long time before they cautiously led the way for Jiang Li.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir! I am very grateful... Is this your first time in the City That Never Sleeps?"
The leading Foundation Establishment cultivator finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the man in green was really no longer angry. After letting the other two leave, he put on a flattering expression again.
The masked man in green shirt nodded, and his expression unexpectedly became somewhat happy again.
The fear just now dissipated a lot, as if it was the first time for the man in green to come to the city that never sleeps, and there was some great benefit for him.
The monks who have been in the City That Never Sleeps for a long time will know a little about this.
The City That Never Sleeps is a gathering center for monks’ trade. If they want to develop, what they need most is a more active and high-quality customer flow.
For this purpose, they even issued relevant regulations, and anyone who introduced a monk to the City That Never Sleeps for the first time would receive a certain reward.
The higher the monks' cultivation and the more noble their status, the greater the reward the introducer will receive in the end.
If you can convince a Jindan cultivator to settle down in the City That Never Sleeps, or even join it directly, you can make a lot of money.
"Sir, if this is your first time in the City That Never Sleeps, it would be best to register here so that it will be more convenient for you to enter and exit the City That Never Sleeps in the future."
"Please come this way, sir. I will lead the way for you."
The monk bent over and brought the man in green to a wooden building next to the city gate.
There are a lot of cultivators coming and going in the City That Never Sleeps every day, but unlike the cultivators from sects who have special passages, if the independent cultivators are not qualified for a long-term pass, they have to go through the formalities in this wooden building and pay the city entrance fee every time they go back and forth.
But unlike the low-level monks who were waiting in line in the hall, Jiang Li was directly led to the VIP room on the second floor.
There, the more sexy and beautiful female monks will entertain him warmly and politely.
The moment the door of the VIP room was opened, the man in green caught a glimpse of a female examiner inside who was tidying up her appearance and trying to open her collar further. Only after the door was opened did she sit down hurriedly and look at the VIP at the door with a professional smile.
The man in green approached the VIP room, and the man at the door wisely closed the door automatically, leaving the space for the two people inside.
The female cultivator was not young, looked to be in her twenties, with a hot body and good looks.
But with the eyesight of the man in green, he could tell that her cultivation was only at the middle stage of Qi training.
At this age, she has only this level of cultivation. Her talent must be very average. She will probably stop at the Qi Refining Stage in this life.
Is that why they do jobs like VIP room girls? They think that if they are noticed by some senior monk, their fate may be changed.
The expression under the mask did not change at all. Jiang Li, who was thousands of miles away, curled his lips. He did not quite agree with this idea.
Judging from the skillful movements of this female cultivator, she must have done this more than once. Which high-level cultivator would be stupid enough to be so open-hearted to you?
I've had a disastrous recent setback.
(End of this chapter)