Chapter 10 The White Moonlight Kills the Male and Female Protagonists (10)
As dawn broke, Jin Shu slowly opened her eyes.
He exhaled a breath of stale air, and his previously dull eyes shone with an unusual brilliance.
Including yesterday's entire night, she has cultivated for the equivalent of fourteen days, successfully transforming herself from a useless person with destroyed spiritual veins into someone at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.
The cultivation of immortals is divided into three realms: lower, middle, and upper.
The next realm is further divided into Qi Refining Level 1 to 13. After Qi Refining comes Foundation Establishment Level 1, 2, and 3.
Once you break through the Foundation Establishment stage, you'll reach the Middle Realm.
The intermediate realm consists of two levels: Refining Emptiness and Integrating Body.
Before Jin Shu's spiritual veins were destroyed, her cultivation level was at the late stage of the mid-stage Refinement Realm, and she had vaguely touched the bottom line of the early stage of Integration Realm.
After the intermediate level, comes the advanced level.
The higher realms are divided into the True Immortal Realm and the Golden Immortal Realm.
People with such cultivation are extremely rare in the immortal realm.
Immortal Venerable Canglan is at the late stage of the True Immortal Realm.
Once you reach this level of cultivation, breaking through to the next level becomes as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Once they reach the True Immortal Realm, the vast Immortal Clan will be virtually invincible.
Jin Shu once thought of herself as a genius.
At a young age, he broke through to the intermediate realm and became one of the best among his peers.
But now it seems that this level of cultivation is nothing in the eyes of a strong person.
If she wants to protect herself, she must defeat Canglan.
The dream was a warning; sooner or later, Canglan would become Mengling's enemy.
Thinking of this, a strong sense of crisis made Jin Shu dare not relax for even a second.
With that thought in mind, she gave herself no chance to catch her breath and went into seclusion again.
She would not leave seclusion until the trial was over.
In the following days, Jin Shu would set off for other immortal mountains to cultivate at midnight sharp.
Every night, the spiritual energy of the four first-class immortal mountains would be re-condensed. At first, Jin Shu could only absorb the spiritual energy of two immortal mountains at a time. However, by the night of the fourth and fifth day, she was able to completely clear the spiritual energy of all four immortal mountains!
This feeling was akin to a mouse falling into a rice jar; every night when Jin Shu returned, her spiritual veins were throbbing painfully from the surging spiritual energy.
She would never stop until the spiritual vein was about to explode.
After repeating this process four times, Jin Shu felt that her previously hair-thin spiritual veins had now expanded to the thickness of a grain of rice.
Upon probing her cultivation level, Jin Shu was slightly surprised.
Because of the existence of the 24-hour system, she had long since lost her sense of the passage of time.
She only knew that she was constantly cultivating and becoming stronger, but she didn't know when she had risen from the thirteenth level of Qi Refining to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.
The further you go, the slower the cultivation speed becomes.
This speed was beyond Jin Shu's expectations.
This shows just how much spiritual energy resides on those four sacred mountains, which are usually off-limits to all disciples.
Vast as mountains and seas, reserved exclusively for the four celestial beings.
Jin Shu wanted to laugh when she thought of Canglan's lecture in her dream. He demanded that she be righteous, selfless and tolerant, but what about him? He occupied the unique resources of the immortal mountain and refused to share them with anyone.
Jin Shu once thought that the Immortal Venerable Canglan was the most compassionate and tolerant person in the world. He would descend to the mortal world to give medicine, personally brew medicine and distribute it, and treat all things equally.
Looking back now, Jin Shu finds it all the more ridiculous.
In the following days, those immortals must have realized that something was wrong. In the past, when they cultivated at night when the spiritual energy was at its richest, their cultivation would always improve. But in the past few days, there had been no reaction, and the spiritual energy on the mountain was much less than before.
The four immortals sat down and discussed the matter, discovering that everyone had encountered the same situation.
Immortal Venerable Canglan remained calm and composed.
"If someone is really up to no good, we can just lay a trap and investigate again tomorrow morning."
Diyong Immortal Venerable: "To be able to cause trouble right under our noses, they must be from other mountain ranges. Kunlun has never had any grudges against them. If it really was them who did this, then we can't let them bully us for nothing."
The other two immortals nodded.
This strange matter cannot be resolved in a short time, said Di Yong Immortal Venerable, changing the subject.
"Canglan, your Immortal Mountain is missing a powerful general in this year's Trial Tournament. It's been a long time since I've seen Jin Shu. Lately, I've noticed you've been spending a lot of time with your little apprentice. You can't forget about the old one just because you have a new one!"
Ten thousand years ago, Di Yong was still a mortal, and his words and actions were somewhat frivolous.
Canglan remained calm and composed, saying...
"Jin Shu is proud and has not wanted to see anyone after this calamity. As for my little disciple Meng Ling, she is just a bit lively and clingy, which has made you immortals laugh."
"Does that little apprentice have some kind of treasure on her? Like your eldest apprentice, does she also have a war god father who left her many treasures before he died?"
Upon hearing this, Canglan instinctively concealed the fact that Meng Ling possessed six spiritual roots, only casually mentioning that he had shown her some pity and care because of her young age.
The Six Meridian Spiritual Root is extremely rare, occurring only once every ten thousand years. If this were to become known to others rashly, Meng Ling, who is currently still weak, could very well be harmed by treacherous individuals.
It's best to keep this a secret for as long as possible.
In the end, the matter of the weakening spiritual energy on the mountain was left unresolved.
On the day of the trial.
All three thousand disciples of Kunlun Mountain gathered at the martial arts arena in the middle of the four immortal mountains.
Three thousand disciples arrived here, their different colored clothes representing the different immortal masters they had studied under.
The four immortals would typically only recognize three to five disciples as their last disciples, while the remaining disciples would be entrusted to their most trusted and reliable eldest disciples for management.
As the eldest disciple of Immortal Venerable Canglan, Jingye naturally had to manage the hundreds of disciples under his tutelage.
Soon the trial began. All the disciples were randomly shuffled, and their names were carved on jade pieces, which were then suspended from above by red ropes.
A total of eight arenas started simultaneously.
Each disciple took turns pulling on the rope; whoever the rope pulled on became their opponent.
If they're lucky, they might be able to hold out until later.
Those with bad luck, like this disciple, who is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, directly chose a fellow disciple at the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.
The final outcome was, of course, a crushing defeat.
Everyone crowded to the front so they could choose their own opponents, even though it was random, it was still better than waiting to be picked by someone else.
A rattan chair was arranged at the back, where the four masters' closed-door disciples were mostly sitting, watching the other disciples compete on the chair at a leisurely pace.
To be fair, their names were also listed.
But whoever draws them usually sighs and then grits their teeth and goes in, only to be hit again within three moves, making the progress quite fast.
Jingye and his fellow disciples sat together, with a bag of dried fruit on a small table in the middle. The three disciples ate leisurely, while Meng Ling sat in the center, puffing out her cheeks and biting into a walnut.
Seeing this, Lianxin helplessly reached out her hand and told her to spit out the walnut. Then she gently squeezed the shell to break it open, picked out the kernel, cleaned it, and handed it back to her.
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