Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Sect Competition
After a long chatter, Shui Furong noticed the white-robed female cultivator's eyes were becoming even more intoxicated, so she finally asked tentatively, "What kind of organization is the Changsheng Sect? Is it also your enemy?"
The white-robed female cultivator nodded. She hated the Immortal Cult, and anything she hated was considered a hostile faction.
Seeing that she only nodded but remained silent, Shui Furong asked again, "What is the relationship between the Yun family and the Changsheng Sect? Why are you here?"
The white-robed female cultivator raised her eyes and stared at Shui Furong, until Shui Furong's body tensed up. She then lowered her head and continued drinking: "You have so many questions."
"Aren't you a sword immortal? Why didn't you draw your sword before?"
The sudden question made Shui Furong's body even stiffer. Her hand subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword at her waist. Complex thoughts flashed in her eyes, and finally she decided to take a gamble.
"...Because my sword is broken."
"This sword is called Shui Liu. It has a spirit within it. It has been with me for thousands of years. But that day, when I was being hunted by that old Mahayana monster, she broke the sword and scattered the spirit in order to save me..."
"As a sword cultivator, I can't even protect my own sword... If my sword is broken, what kind of sword cultivator am I?"
Shui Furong's grip tightened on the hilt, but then she relaxed. To her, even a flower or a leaf could be a sword; a broken sword in her hands could naturally become a deadly weapon.
But every time she wanted to draw the broken sword, or even every time she wanted to use a sword move, her mind would flash back to the image of the long sword shattering and Shui Liu standing in front of her, her soul shattering. So she no longer had the courage to swing the sword.
She knew she had fallen into a state of obsession. As long as she didn't rid herself of her inner demons, she would never be able to wield her sword again. But...but her inner demon was Shui Liu, her best friend, her family, her half-soul, who had accompanied her for thousands of years. How could she possibly forget Shui Liu? She couldn't...
Shui Furong's eyes were filled with hatred. "As fellow sword cultivators, you must understand my feelings. So please tell me who that Mahayana-level old monster is and where he is."
Seeing that the white-robed female cultivator remained silent, she continued, "Your Excellency hinted to me before that the timing of that old Mahayana monster's appearance was too coincidental. I think your Excellency must have some suspicions about his identity. If he is truly a member of the Changsheng Sect, then he is naturally your enemy. Killing him will only benefit you, not harm you."
Hint? Did she?
The female cultivator in white blinked drunkenly. She was seeing double, but luckily she knew that two is always better than one.
"But if someone at the Refining Void Stage fights someone at the Great Perfection Stage, they'll die, right?"
"Although that old monster is in the Mahayana stage, his strength is far inferior to that of the Xuantian Sect's leader. I think he has just entered the Mahayana stage not long ago. If he hadn't attacked first that day, Shui Liu and I would have been able to escape even if we couldn't defeat him..."
The more Shui Furong spoke, the more hatred she felt in her heart: "If it were me who had made thorough preparations and attacked him by surprise, as long as I was willing to risk my life, I could naturally exchange one life for another, and use his blood to sacrifice to Shui Liu's spirit in heaven!"
"perish together?"
The white-robed female cultivator's eyes were blank for a long time before her slow brain realized what Shui Furong meant. She looked down at the rushing river below, "But... you and Shui Liu are good friends. She barely managed to save your life. If you died, Shui Liu would cry, right? She would definitely cry as much as she did."
Shui Furong didn't say anything. She certainly knew how much Shui Liu wanted her to live well, but now she had neither the courage to draw her sword nor the ability to forget Shui Liu and cut off the demons in her heart.
Not only was the sword in her hand broken, but the sword in her heart was also broken. The former sword master had now become a drunkard who spent his days drinking. Even Che Ruojin scolded her for being useless. What difference was there between living in such a muddle-headed state and dying?
Just when Shui Furong was silent, the female cultivator in white touched the red sword at her waist.
"There are many weapons in the world. Their functions seem strange and varied, but in essence, they all protect their masters by harming others. Your sword is like this, and so is my sword."
"Now that Shui Liu has fulfilled her duty, you must also fulfill your duty as a sword cultivator and ascend to heaven with your sword."
Shui Furong was silent for a moment before she said, "Ascending to the heavens isn't easy, especially... I think you're aware that the Guiding Golden Light hasn't appeared in the past thirty thousand years."
"My master also said that there are tens of thousands of cultivators in the world. Although everyone dreams of ascending to become an immortal, only a few can actually do so."
The female cultivator in white nodded in understanding, took another sip of wine, and said with confidence.
"Then take Shuiliu with you to the end you can reach. Perhaps that destination won't allow you to ascend to heaven, but you can plant the broken sword there as a banner of victory. Share the joy of victory with her, instead of sticking it in that old monster's head and stopping there."
"What's the difference between that and sticking it in a cesspool? The willow will cry, and it will definitely cry as loudly as this big river."
Shui Furong's voice was hoarse: "But Shui Liu is already dead, her soul has been scattered, she will never cry again, and I... my inner demons are overwhelmed, I can no longer draw my sword. Can a swordsman who can't draw his sword still be considered a swordsman?"
The female cultivator in white looked at Shui Furong with drunken eyes for a while, then nodded affirmatively: "She will definitely cry."
Shui Furong didn't understand why the female cultivator in white was so sure, and she didn't want to listen to the drunkard's nonsense anymore, so she opened her mouth and wanted to bring the topic back to the old monster in the Mahayana period, but she saw the female cultivator in white pointing at her face.
"Look, isn't she crying? You said she is your other half, so you must also be her other half. If you cry, then it must be her crying."
Everything Shui Furong wanted to say instantly became stuck in her chest. She subconsciously raised her hand and touched the corner of her eye, and sure enough, she felt a little wet. It seemed that she was also drunk and didn't even notice when she was crying.
The female cultivator in white picked up the wine jug and poured it out, only to find that it was empty. She immediately withdrew her hand in disappointment and asked Shui Furong if there was any more wine.
Shui Furong shook her head. She had stored a lot of good wine in her storage bag, but she had drunk it all. The few pots of Lingtao wine she had just drunk were the last of her stock.
Upon hearing this, the white-robed female cultivator stretched drunkenly and said, "Now that we've finished the wine, it's time for us to leave. Remember to bring more next time."
As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared from the spot.
Shui Furong sat there alone. Her original intention was to get the white-clothed female cultivator drunk in order to obtain information about the Changsheng Sect and the Mahayana old monster. However, the white-clothed female cultivator seemed drunk but kept her mouth shut. In the end, she did not reveal any information about the Changsheng Sect and the Mahayana old monster.
She didn't even know whether the female cultivator in white was drunk or not. Perhaps... she was the only one who was drunk from beginning to end.
She turned her head to look at the surging river below, watching the sun rise and set, without saying a word for a long time. She seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture, and no one knew what she was thinking.
After who knows how many days, she finally moved, raised her hand and poured the half-remaining glass of wine in front of her onto the ground, then stood up and left without looking back.
*
On the other hand, the first thing Yun Miao did when he returned to the secret realm was to consider where to relocate the Yun family's old house.
She originally wanted to place it directly next to her cabin, but the contrast between her ugly cabin and the Yun family's old house was too tragic. So she quietly placed the Yun family's old house in the corner farthest from her lovely cabin.
They also stripped the storage bags and other valuables from the bodies of the Yun family members and burned the bodies completely.
Then she returned to her original form and went directly to the sect's treasure house to exchange for a large number of mid-level spiritual plant seeds and a small pile of high-level spiritual plant seeds.
Although high-level spiritual plants that are tens of thousands of years old are priceless, most high-level spiritual plant seeds are very cheap, so after she spent all her contribution points, she soon returned home with a full load.
After returning to his own courtyard, Yun Miao secretly transferred the seeds into the secret realm, and then let the vest control the crops in the secret realm.
This time, she no longer planted a few acres of land, but directly opened up thousands of acres, planting all the seeds of high-level spiritual plants she had obtained. She then spent a lot of spiritual energy to help these seeds grow.
The spiritual power required for the seeds of high-level spiritual plants is like the difference between a pond and the ocean compared to low-level spiritual plants. Even if Ma Jia is at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, it is still a bit too much to handle.
So after the seeds sprouted, she quickly stopped when her blue bar was exhausted. She took elixirs to restore her spiritual power, picked out the dead seeds that did not germinate, and replanted them.
She toiled tirelessly for a full day and night before finally cultivating and planting a thousand acres of spiritual fields. Finally, she, disguised as a woman, arrived at Cangyun City once again, unnoticed.
The importance of spiritual energy to cultivators is self-evident, so there must be a spiritual vein beneath every large city where cultivators gather.
After all, Cangyun City was once the territory of the Yun family, the number one family in Yunzhou. Naturally, it is not an ordinary city. There is a medium-sized spiritual vein underneath it. Although the concentration of spiritual energy is far less than that of Xuantian Sect, it is also a recognized blessed land in Yunzhou.
Yun Miao found a secluded place in the suburbs, then used the Five Elements Escape Technique to go deeper underground and sneak into the underground spiritual vein. After determining the location of the underground spiritual vein, she flashed back to the secret realm again.
Thousands of acres of spiritual fields in the secret realm are full of green seedlings, full of vitality, and above the spiritual fields are more than a dozen motionless Tianmu butterflies. In the secret realm, Yun Miao is an absolute god. She controls everything in the secret realm, including space.
That day, she used the power of the causal line to capture these Tianmu butterflies but did not kill them. Instead, she locked them in a secret realm and restricted their movements with space. At this moment, they were like little bugs wrapped in amber, unable to move at all.
Yun Miao snapped his fingers casually, releasing the Tianmu Butterfly from its restraints, and then immediately flashed out of the secret realm, out of the Tianmu Butterfly's attack range.
The Tianmu Butterfly, having regained its freedom, flapped its wings subconsciously. Most of the secret realm was within its attack range, and the thousand acres of spiritual fields directly below them were the first to be hit.
In an instant, all the high-level spiritual plant seedlings in the spiritual field, as well as the other flowers, plants, and trees outside the field, sprouted branches and leaves at an extremely fast speed, growing bigger and taller! A hundred years in an instant!
The fragments of the secret realm are now connected to the outside world. The high-level plants in the thousand-acre spiritual field are like greedy giant whales constantly devouring the surrounding spiritual energy. In just a blink of an eye, the spiritual energy in the secret realm is consumed.
At the same time, Yun Miao had used the Five Elements Escape Technique to sneak into the underground spiritual vein of Cangyun City again, and began to madly absorb the rich spiritual energy in the spiritual vein, and then used himself as a medium to
Through the medium, a huge amount of spiritual energy is continuously absorbed into the secret realm.
The massive amount of spiritual energy rushed at high speed, like a raging flood that continuously impacted Yun Miao's tendons and veins, causing her tendons and veins to quickly crack, bleeding from all seven orifices, and her skin to bleed.
Most people simply couldn't endure the excruciating pain that felt like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives, but Yun Miao had no sense of pain at all. Knowing that this was just a game, she didn't take her rapidly decreasing health bar seriously.
She was bleeding from all seven orifices while madly absorbing the spiritual energy from her spiritual veins. She kept taking drugs to pull back her health bar which was about to run out. She jumped back and forth on the edge of death, like a roc spreading its wings.
Although the spiritual energy she absorbed was only a drop in the bucket for a medium-sized spiritual vein, such a sudden and large amount of absorption still caused the spiritual energy in Cangyun City to be exhausted.
A strange phenomenon of the ground shaking slightly.
The monks who were meditating and practicing were the first to discover the abnormal fluctuations in spiritual energy. They all walked out of their homes and looked around with surprise, suspicion, or vigilance.
Some speculated that they were worried that the Demon Cult had come to encircle and suppress Cangyun City, while others thought that a rare treasure had appeared in the world. Both groups immediately began to search Cangyun City. However, the strange phenomenon came and went quickly, disappearing in just a quarter of an hour. They found nothing and could only retreat in confusion.
Elsewhere, Yun Miao, having consumed all the prepared elixirs, flashed back to the secret realm and quickly froze the flying Sky Eye Butterflies. Her health and mana bars were both at the bottom, and she sat down on the ground, feeling weak and unwilling to move.
But looking at the large area of mid-level spiritual plants that are tens of thousands of years old and a small area of high-level spiritual plants that are tens of thousands of years old in the thousand-acre spiritual field in front of her, she couldn't help but reveal a proud smile.
Hehehe! Make a fortune!
Although the Heavenly Silkworm looked disgusting, it had to be said that the Heavenly Eye Butterfly was truly useful. It was a pity that her peak Spiritual Transformation Stage body wasn't strong enough to last long. Perhaps she could find a way to dig a spiritual vein and place it in the secret realm in the future, thus avoiding such a hassle.
The medium-sized spiritual vein of Cangyun City flashed through Yun Miao’s mind, but he quickly rejected the idea.
Extracting spiritual veins is a more heinous crime than exterminating an entire family. If she dares to touch the spiritual veins of Cangyun City, the tens of thousands of cultivators living in the city will definitely line up to beat her up, and the Xuantian Sect will not sit idly by. She doesn't want to be chased and beaten by her master.
The best way is to find an ownerless spiritual vein, or... wait until you become stronger and try to snatch the spiritual vein from the Holy Temple of the Demon Cult. I heard that it is the largest spiritual vein in Yuanzhou.
It is said that there are one sect, one religion, two schools, three schools, and four families. Since the Demon Sect can be ranked alongside her Xuantian Sect, the spiritual veins occupied by the Demon Sect and the Xuantian Sect must be similar in size, right?
Yun Miao kept this matter in mind, and looked at those high-level spiritual plants with loving eyes. Finally, he dragged his half-crippled body back to his cabin, sat cross-legged and began to meditate and rest.
*
In the Xuantian Sect's Sutra Library, Yun Miao and Xiao Hei were walking back and forth in front of the bookshelves.
After a while, she came to a secluded table with a pile of books and sat down, and placed the storybook she had carefully selected titled "The inheritance of the cultivation world is cut off, and my Qi-refining ancestor dominates the world" in front of Xiao Hei.
[Here, this is for you. Don't you want to change yourself? Then start with this book.]
Xiao Hei leaned forward on the table, flipping through the first page with his paws: "After waking up, I used the elementary breathing technique to astonish the Golden Pill Immortal Venerable..."
He was silent for a long time, turned his head to look at Yun Miao, and then looked at the "Encyclopedia of Advanced Water Spells" in her hand.
Our books seem to be a little different.
Yun Miao: [Of course it's different. You're already in the Void Refining Stage, so you don't need to read a complete collection of magic spells. The book "The Qi Refining Ancestor Dominates the World" is the most suitable book for you to study right now.]
Xiao Hei's calm eyes flashed with confusion: [What can I learn from this book? ]
Yun Miao pondered for a moment and said seriously: [Happy.]
Xiao Hei nodded seriously after hearing this: [Okay, I will study hard.]
Yun Miao patted Xiao Hei's head with a teachable look on her face. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of Mo Aotian walking towards her, holding a book. She was about to say hello when Mo Aotian smiled and bowed to her.
"Miss Yun, it's been a long time since we last met. I'm honored to meet you. I heard that you were seriously injured by a demon cultivator some time ago. It breaks my heart. I wanted to visit you, but I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I could only ask Master Qi to send you a gift to express my condolences."
"I didn't expect that after just a few days, I would have the good fortune to meet you in the Sutra Library. I wonder how you are doing these days?"
Yun Miao stood there in a daze, thinking that she was hallucinating, but she soon confirmed that the person in front of her was Mo Aotian, and that the words just now did come from his mouth.
Yun Miao: ...Whose ancient style actor was not locked up and was released?
"Don't tell me that this constant chatter about boys and girls is the result of your recent studies?"
Mo Aotian nodded repeatedly and bowed to Yun Miao in thanks, "I've been immersed in the sea of books these days and have gained a lot. I feel like my mind has become clearer and my mind has been opened. Now I am no longer the illiterate dragon I used to be. And this is all thanks to Miss Yun's guidance. Meeting Miss Yun is really my good fortune."
Yun Miao's eyes twitched. "I think you haven't learned to be sane, but rather to be confused. Quickly forget about that young man and girl, and speak properly."
Mo Aotian was dejected: "Am I not able to imitate it?"
"It's because it's too similar, the flavor is too strong."
Yun Miao rolled his eyes. "Didn't I remind you before that even if you want to learn, don't forget who you are? Learn the essence and discard the dross, instead of just learning everything you see and becoming half-human. Don't any of the others want to beat you up when they hear you say that?"
Mo Aotian recalled: "No, but Niu Rao said that he feels like vomiting when he hears me talk now."
Yun Miao sighed, "Senior Brother Niu has had it really hard."
"It's not easy for me either. I've been reading so much these days that I feel dizzy."
Mo Aotian returned to his usual tone of voice and sat directly next to Xiao Hei. He picked up the book in front of Xiao Hei and asked, "Why did you bring this little wolf here and give it a book to read? Does it understand?"
“…The inheritance of the world of cultivation is cut off, and my Qi-refining ancestor has come to dominate the world.”
He read out the title of the book and said with surprise, "There's actually a book like this in the Sutra Library. The title sounds quite interesting. I can read it..."
"cannot."
Yun Miao decisively refused, snatched the book back and put it back in front of Xiao Hei.
Mo Aotian said disappointedly, "Why? It's only at the Qi Refining Stage and can't read. I'm different. I'm thirsty for knowledge. Just lend it to me first."
"Who said Xiao Hei can't read? My Xiao Hei is very smart. He knows all the addition and subtraction within ten."
Yun Miao said seriously, "Because you are so thirsty for knowledge, I can't lend you this storybook. You are stupid to begin with, and if you damage your brain, you will become even more stupid."
Mo Aotian was dissatisfied: "How am I stupid?"
Xiao Hei: [That’s not what you just said.]
Yun Miao: [You are different from him. This is a book that only a smart puppy can find joy in, while a fool will only go astray.]
Xiao Hei: [I see.]
Seeing that Yun Miao ignored him, Mo Aotian did not mention the matter of borrowing the storybook again. Instead, he talked about the grand event that was about to be held in the sect.
"Sect Competition?"
Yun Miao paused in flipping through the pages of the book and looked at Mo Aotian curiously: "What are you comparing?"
Mo Aotian has been in Xuantian Sect for more than two hundred years. Although he is not considered a disciple of Xuantian Sect, he knows much more than the average disciple of Xuantian Sect.
He said that the sect competition is held every ten years, with a total of nine competitions. The first is alchemy, talisman drawing, weapon refining, swordsmanship, beast taming, etc., eight of which are respectively for the eight immortal peaks of the sect.
Afterwards, there will be a secret treasure hunt competition for multiple teams. There is a secret realm in the back mountain of the sect. The Deacon Hall will send people in advance to add small jade pendants of different styles to various natural treasures, monsters and poisonous insects in the secret realm.
Different jade pendants represent different scores. Finally, the teams are ranked according to the scores, and the top ten disciples in each competition will receive generous rewards from the sect.
There were no restrictions on the first eight events. Since Xuantian Sect has always been open to all forms of learning, many disciples, after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, could choose to attend classes at other peaks and choose one or more disciplines as a secondary training. This didn't mean that Sword Peak disciples only knew swordsmanship, while Alchemy Peak disciples only knew alchemy.
Therefore, during the days of the sect competition, you can see disciples from the Ti Peak going to the Dan Peak to compete in alchemy, disciples from the Dan Peak going to the Jian Peak to compete in swordsmanship, and disciples from the Jian Peak going to the Ti Peak to compete in hand-to-hand combat.
"There's no rule that you can only participate in one competition, so some people will sign up for everything they know. After all, as long as they place in the top ten in one competition, they'll be considered profitable."
The secret realm team treasure hunt competition has requirements for the number of people and realm. The highest realm is Jindan and the lowest is Jiji. The minimum number of people in the team is three, and the maximum number of people online is ten.
Mo Aotian then asked Yun Miao, "Tomorrow is the day to register. Have you decided which competition to sign up for? In my opinion... you can sign up for the swordsmanship competition and the secret treasure hunt competition."
"Oh right. Actually, I also have a spot in the competition, but I wasn't interested in previous years. This year..."
He pounded his chest, making his armor clang. "If you participate in the Secret Realm Treasure Hunt, I'll join your team. With me here, I guarantee you'll win first place."
"Okay, I'll count you in then."
When Yun Miao heard about the generous rewards, he immediately became interested: "But signing up for just two competitions is not enough, I want them all!"
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The author has something to say: Xiao Hei is studying hard and seriously: We are the same kind, she will definitely not hurt me, my head is itchy, she must be growing a brain.
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