Chapter 47 Cats Participate in the Competition
At the top of Hanyuan Peak, in the courtyard.
Mo Zhiyuan sat in the courtyard, surrounded by cold air, but the atmosphere was not calm.
The figure of the disciple sent by the sect leader appeared before his eyes, reporting the results of the investigation respectfully.
"After a thorough investigation by the Law Enforcement Hall, the identities of these four individuals have been confirmed. The leader is Li Xiuyuan, the former second disciple of Liuyun Peak."
"This person was stripped of his core disciple status two years ago for harming his fellow disciples. He left Lingxiao Sect after his confinement ended and has not been heard from since. The other three were his guards."
Mo Zhiyuan had a blank expression on his face and looked at the disciple indifferently.
"Li Xiuyuan was born into the Li family of the Eastern Region. His mother was the legitimate daughter of the Zhao family of Muling. He has many enemies within the clan."
"The ones with the deepest grudges are undoubtedly Bai Qingchen, Lin Feng, and Su Yue. The reason is that during the sect trial, the three of them destroyed the cultivation of Li Xiuyuan's cousin Zhao Long."
"Bai Qingchen?" When Mo Zhiyuan heard the name, his brows frowned slightly, and then were covered with deeper indifference.
Over the past few hundred years, countless forces have tried to test him in this way, sending countless counterfeits that imitated Aqing's appearance and behavior.
Those poor imitators approached with various purposes, and each time they approached him, he felt extremely disgusted and angry.
The last force that dared to act so brazenly has been uprooted by him, shocking everyone.
Now that his influence has faded, someone dares to play this kind of trick right under his nose, and doesn't even bother to change his name!
Mo Zhiyuan sneered in his heart. It seemed that the previous warning was not thorough enough. This time, no matter who was behind it, he would have to pay a heavier price.
The chill emanating from his body became even more intense, and the temperature in the villa, which was originally filled with spring, suddenly dropped.
The disciple in the projection didn't notice the change in temperature, and changed the subject with a confused tone.
"The demonic energy remaining at the scene doesn't resemble anyone among those who have a grudge against Li Xiuyuan. In my opinion, the people who fought him are either from the demon clan or have close ties with them."
"It's a pity that the other party acted cleanly and efficiently, leaving no traceable clues."
The clues were broken, and Mo Zhiyuan's eyes darkened completely. Shuangxue's whereabouts were unknown, and a fake Taoist companion's name had appeared. The demonic cultivators were secretly preparing to make a move.
All this made him feel so angry that he had nowhere to vent and even more irritable and depressed.
After the report was completed, the projection disappeared.
The courtyard fell into dead silence again. At this moment, a burst of impatient scratching sounds came from the corner, accompanied by a groan of grievance and dissatisfaction.
Mo Zhiyuan looked over and saw Yoyo scratching the edge of the barrier in vain with its sharp claws.
The barrier that allowed her to enter and exit freely could not be opened for some reason. As soon as she successfully broke through, Yoyo wanted to go down the mountain to find Aqing, but this broken barrier would not let the cat go out!
Those beautiful emerald green eyes looked at Mo Zhiyuan, full of accusations.
As soon as Big Wood comes out, he locks it up. Not only does he sit in meditation all day and not play with him, but he also doesn't let him go out. How hateful, so hateful!
Mo Zhiyuan looked at Youyou, and a rare hint of helplessness appeared in his cold eyes.
Yoyo is Aqing's spiritual pet, and Aqing loved it the most when he was alive.
Now that Aqing is gone, taking good care of Youyou is the only thing he can do for Aqing.
"It's not safe outside." Mo Zhiyuan said to Youyou, but his tone was no longer so cold.
"The demons are cultivating in the dark, and your presence will easily attract covetousness."
He raised his hand, and a gentle but irresistible spiritual power gently picked up Yoyo, who was still scratching the barrier, and brought her to a soft fur mat beside him.
Yoyo meowed in dissatisfaction, rolled over on the mat, turned his butt towards Mo Zhiyuan, and swung his tail irritably.
It didn't care about the demon cultivators, it just wanted to find A Qing. This big wooden man didn't understand at all, it didn't want to tell him that A Qing was back, huh.
The flying boat from Lingdu to Feixing City began to set sail.
Bai Qingchen sat in his room, reading the reply letter from Lingxiao Sect.
As soon as he woke up, he reported his safety to Lin Feng and the others, but when he never came back, even someone as slow-witted as Lin Feng, who was only interested in sword practice, noticed something unusual.
Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, Bai Qingchen could only confess the attack honestly, avoiding the important issues.
Upon learning that an expert had helped rescue Bai Qingchen, Lin Feng, Su Yue and others felt relieved.
In the letter, they mentioned that the five-yearly disciple competition was approaching, which was the most anticipated competition among the disciples of Lingxiao Sect.
How many people are waiting to show off their skills in the competition so that they can be noticed by the elders on the platform.
Although Lin Feng and Su Yue already have masters, they dare not neglect the competition. Bai Qingchen, on the other hand, does not care. He participates only to see Mo Zhiyuan, and the final ranking is not in his plan.
The competition is divided into two parts, the score is big inside and outside the ring, and the content of each match is the same. Those who can hold on for one stick of incense without falling off the stage in the first round will advance to the second round.
In the first round, you can form a team or go it alone, and the disciples on the stage are all competitors.
The second round is a one-on-one competition by drawing lots. The winner advances to the next round and the loser is eliminated.
The top three finalists will become core disciples and be eligible to compete to become the next peak master.
The two invited Bai Qingchen to form a team and said that refusal would be invalid, so Bai Qingchen had no choice but to agree.
After rushing for a long time, Bai Qingchen finally returned to Lingxiao Sect the day before the competition. Everyone in Hanyuan Peak saw Bai Qingchen again after several months, and they all breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was safe and sound.
Some people would be away on missions for one or two years, but Bai Qingchen was only away for a few months. Everyone in Hanyuan Peak felt that something was missing. For several months, Lord Xueying and the little white cat beside him seemed to have disappeared.
The Lingxiao Sect's disciple competition, held every five years, turned the martial arts arena into a boiling place.
In the center is a huge bluestone arena. The disciples watching nearby are making a lot of noise. Robes of various colors merge into a surging torrent. The air is filled with the restlessness of spiritual power. This is a battlefield for making a name for oneself and an opportunity to show oneself.
Bai Qingchen stood at the edge of the inner disciples' fighting arena, and the noisy voices seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze.
His eyes swept across the crowd and finally landed on the platform.
There, the sect elders and the heads of each peak sat upright, symbolizing the highest authority of the sect.
He looked one by one, but did not find that figure. Mo Zhiyuan did not appear. A slight sense of loss quietly slipped through his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.
Perhaps he would show up in the upcoming individual ranking tournament? For now, he could only get through this first stage of the melee.
"Senior Brother Bai! Over here!" A hearty voice came through the noise.
Bai Qingchen looked in the direction of the voice and saw Lin Feng waving at him, with the graceful Su Yue standing next to him.
Lin Feng had his usual confident smile on his face as he strode forward, pushing through the crowd. The aura of someone at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage was calm and restrained, with a ray of lightning occasionally leaking out and dancing across his fingertips.
Su Yue followed beside him, her cultivation level at the seventh level of the late foundation building period was equally condensed, and she gave Bai Qingchen a gentle smile.
"I rejected my seniors' invitation to team up with you two. You can't let me be eliminated in the first round." Su Yue joked.
Lin Feng touched his nose and chuckled: "Junior Sister Su, aren't you the most enthusiastic about forming a team? You were worried that Senior Brother Bai wouldn't come, so you asked me to persuade him."
Seeing that Lin Feng did not hesitate to dismantle her stage, Su Yue blushed slightly: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"
Seeing how the two of them interacted, Bai Qingchen felt that their relationship seemed closer than before.
"What's wrong? Are you standing there stupidly?" Lin Feng patted Bai Qingchen's shoulder without much force.
"In the first round of the melee, the three of us old partners worked well together and we were sure to advance." He said it as a matter of course.
Su Yue also took a step closer, looking at Bai Qingchen with clear eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "Senior Brother Lin is right. Although this melee arena is full of mixed people, as long as the three of us cooperate well and look after each other, we will definitely advance."
She gently shook a few talismans in her hands, which were emitting spiritual light. "My talismans, Senior Brother Lin's swordsmanship, and Senior Brother Bai's formation elixirs complement each other perfectly."
She swore with confidence, revealing her recognition and trust in Bai Qingchen and Lin Feng's abilities.
Bai Qingchen looked at his two close friends in front of him, and felt touched, which diluted the loss caused by Mo Zhiyuan's absence.
"Okay!" Bai Qingchen nodded, no longer hesitating, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.
"Let's do it together!"
His cultivation level at the peak of the early stage of foundation building was isolated and conspicuous like a reef among the disciples in the middle, late and even peak stages of foundation building.
Bai Qingchen could clearly feel the gazes cast at him, some of which were filled with curiosity, and some were filled with undisguised contempt.
Bai Qingchen stood a little behind them and took a deep breath. He knew that his cultivation was the lowest, and those disciples might attack them first in a group.
"Don't be nervous," Su Yue noticed his silence and whispered comfortingly.
"The time has come! All the disciples participating in the competition, come on stage!" The presiding elder's voice was loud and clear, drowning out the noise from the audience.
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