28. The Lord of One Peak, Dad 9
Cheng Ye couldn't hold on any longer once he got on the stage.
Cao Ruixu quickly caught the fallen Cheng Ye. "Cheng Ye, how are you?" he asked hurriedly.
Cheng Ye looked at him with a pale face and fainted.
Cao Ruixu was so frightened that he quickly stuffed a few spiritual medicines into Cheng Ye's mouth and slowly transferred spiritual power to Cheng Ye on the spot. It seemed that it was still a bit difficult for him to fight under the suppression of high-level spiritual power.
Cao Ruixu quickly took Cheng Ye onto the magic sword and flew away.
***
When Cheng Ye slowly woke up.
Cao Ruixu, who was sitting beside the bed, asked hurriedly: "Cheng Ye, how is it, how do you feel?"
Cheng Ye felt that there were only three levels of spiritual power left in his body and said, "It's okay, my spiritual palace is not damaged." Although there were only three levels of spiritual power left, the next game was in three days, so he still had time.
Cao Ruixu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."
Cheng Ye sat on the bed and asked Cao Ruixu, "What's the matter with He Minshu?" He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out when he had seen her before. The way she hated him made Cheng Ye think that he had done something wrong to her.
Cao Ruixu fanned himself and said, "She's the great-niece of the Yuenan Peak Master and the direct granddaughter of the Hanlu City Master. She possesses seventy-eight pure water and wood spiritual roots, a truly gifted lady." It's said that she's deeply favored by the Hanlu City Master, whose own father is also a Mahayana cultivator. He Minshu is the most gifted of their generation. Although she has dual spiritual roots, their purity is so high that she's especially favored.
"Hey, Cheng Ye, she looks a lot like you."
Cheng Ye rolled his eyes at him: "How are they similar?"
Cao Ruixu smiled: "They are all little bullies." To be precise, they are very similar to Cheng Ye before, arrogant, domineering, sharp, willful and unreasonable.
Cheng Ye: "...Get lost, you still haven't told me why she dislikes me." He just kept talking about irrelevant topics.
Cao Ruixu: "Because of Zhong Feiqi, she is Zhong Feiqi's admirer." She has become famous for pursuing Zhong Feiqi in the past two years. Only Cheng Ye, who has been staying in Changqing Peak, has not heard of it.
"She dislikes anyone who doesn't get along with Zhong Feiqi. I guess she wants to embarrass you today and let Zhong Feiqi vent his anger." Several disciples had been punished by this young lady before, but Cheng Ye's background was too strong for her to find an opportunity. Of course, she would not let go of such a good opportunity on the sect list.
Cheng Ye's mouth twitched: "Is she sick?"
"Maybe," Cao Ruixu shrugged.
At this time Cheng Jiu pushed the door open and came in.
"Dad/Uncle Master"
"Hmm" Cheng Jiu raised his hand to release
He used his spiritual power to check Cheng Ye's injuries. After a while, he withdrew his hand: "Nothing serious."
Cheng Ye: "Hehe, Dad, did you watch my competition just now?" He must have watched it. There are more than a dozen mixed-image mirrors in the Tianheng Hall. There must be one that shows the picture of his competition, right?
"I saw it," Cheng Jiu patted his son's head, "you performed very well." Cheng Jiu, who watched the whole game, felt very proud.
Cheng Ye was very proud.
***
The two of them guessed correctly. Most of the people who fought against Cheng Ye wanted to step on Cheng Ye to get to the top, but in the end they were slapped in the face by Cheng Ye.
He squeezed out from the crowd, walked towards Cheng Ye and asked, "How is it?" Cheng Ye had just gone to collect his opponent's cards.
Cheng Ye smiled mysteriously: "You will never guess who it is."
Cao Ruixu: "Senior Brother Ma from Chang Yifeng? ...Senior Sister Yang from An Xiufeng? ... Damn it, it can't be me, right?"
Cheng Ye looked at Cao Ruixu as if he were a mentally retarded person.
Cao Ruixu laughed: "It's just to lighten the mood. So who is it?"
Cheng Ye: "Zhong Feiqi." He was also very surprised by what he saw just now. Which uncle was the one who drew the lot? His luck was too good.
Matching opponents by drawing lots has always been the tradition of their sect. It is said that the ancestor who proposed this method said that every cultivator has different destiny, opportunities, opponents, and crises, and there are obvious laws in them. Just like you don’t know whether you will encounter a life-and-death crisis in your next experience, all disciples of the Qiongcang Sect must have this awareness.
Cao Ruixu opened his mouth wide immediately, and spoke after a while: "I was right, Cheng Ye, you will stop at the top 40." It's not that he doesn't support his friend, but the difference in cultivation level is obvious. There is a difference of three small levels, and the other party is in the state of great perfection, there is no comparison.
Cheng Ye was also quite open-minded, saying, "Alright, I can't make it to the end with my current level of cultivation, so I'll just stop here." He'd already been in the spotlight enough these days, and perhaps it was just bad luck, but the opponents he drew were either one or two steps higher than him. Cao Rui had teased him countless times for this, but this time the draw was even worse: three steps higher.
***
The next day, the eighth arena of the Foundation Establishment Group.
Cheng Ye stood on the ring and glanced casually at Zhong Feiqi opposite him. After not seeing him for such a long time, how come Zhong Feiqi still hasn't made any progress? He still looked so self-important as if he was going to save the world.
Zhong Feiqi: "Junior Brother Cheng, please."
Cheng Ye returned the greeting.
When the supervising uncle announced the start of the battle, Cheng Ye took action.
A sword is used, accompanied by fierce moves
The spiritual energy suddenly surged in power. Zhong Feiqi didn't draw his sword. He dodged with a deft step, swung his sword, and the hilt collided with Cheng Ye's incoming sword. Cheng Ye's spiritual energy trembled, and he tumbled. With a backflip, Cheng Ye thrust forward, his sword intent radiating lightning and reaching Zhong Feiqi in a flash. Blade and scabbard collided, sending spiritual energy swirling across the arena. If it weren't for the spiritual energy shield surrounding the arena, the audience would have been affected.
The storm had passed, and the two groups of people suddenly separated.
Cheng Ye secretly suppressed the surging spiritual energy. Seeing Zhong Feiqi's lack of reaction, Cheng Ye knew very well that the gap between the three levels was too great. He definitely couldn't win, but...
Cheng Ye's figure flashed and he approached Zhong Feiqi in an instant. Just when Zhong Feiqi was about to respond, Cheng Ye made a feint and unexpectedly stood on top of him. He stepped on his head and crushed it hard. Then, the spiritual power in his body suddenly surged and he was blown away.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Cheng Ye laughed arrogantly: "Hahaha..."
The audience also laughed.
The god's contemptuous look made Zhong Feiqi's pupils shrink. He drew his sword and looked murderous.
Cheng Ye kept dodging, he stabbed, I dodged, he chopped, I dodged, and occasionally he would make a surprise attack, his moves were completely unconventional, Zhong Feiqi was occasionally hit by Cheng Ye's unexpected moves... Just like that, Cheng Ye's graceful body movements were fooling Zhong Feiqi, making him more and more annoyed, and he ruthlessly drew his sword, and each move was full of spiritual energy. Several times, Cheng Ye was almost cut by the sharp sword energy.
However, this set of escape skills consumed too much spiritual energy, and Cheng Ye soon ran out of spiritual energy. Feeling the depletion of spiritual energy in his body, Cheng Ye rolled his eyes, poured all his spiritual energy into the sword, shouted, and faced Zhong Feiqi's spiritual sword directly. A powerful impact hit him, and Cheng Ye couldn't help but bleed from the corner of his mouth.
Just as Zhong Feiqi kicked at him, Cheng Ye seemed to be unable to dodge and was kicked in the left shoulder. In a flash, Zhong Feiqi's foot was caught, and "bang" Zhong Feiqi fell heavily to the ground with his face hit. Then Cheng Ye flew out of the ring along with the sword intent forced by Zhong Feiqi.
Zhong Feiqi won.
Cao Ruixu hurriedly supported Cheng Ye, and Cheng Ye quickly swallowed a spiritual medicine to moisten his almost exhausted spiritual palace.
The frost on Zhong Feiqi's face has turned into ice, which looks ugly.
Cao Ruixu gave Cheng Ye a thumbs up: "You are too arrogant." He stepped directly on Zhong Feiqi's head and made Zhong Feiqi fall down before leaving the stage. Zhong Feiqi was embarrassed this time. It's not shameful to fall down, but to be teased by someone who is three levels lower in cultivation, and finally to be
It's embarrassing to trip and fall unexpectedly.
Cheng Ye accepted Cao Ruixu's compliment calmly. "Stepping on his head is nothing. If there was a chance, I would have stepped on his face, but I just couldn't find the right opportunity." Cheng Ye sneered in his heart. Zhong Feiqi had given him so much face before, and this time he wanted to get it back all at once.
Cao Ruixu used the handle of his fan to whisper to him, "Be careful, he doesn't look like he will give up, be careful of him doing something shady." It's not impossible. Although Zhong Feiqi usually looks noble, Cao Ruixu could see from the beginning that Zhong Feiqi is a person who cares a lot about face.
Cheng Ye sneered: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare to come openly, and he can't come secretly." If he dares to come secretly, it's not certain who will take whose life.
"How's it going on your side?" Cao Ruixu's match happened to be in the same time period as Cheng Ye's.
Cao Rui said proudly: "Needless to say, I successfully advanced." He didn't realize that his friend next to him had just failed the exam, what a bad friend.
***
At night, Changqing Peak, Wuyu Residence.
Cheng Ye ate the spiritual fruit happily, and asked vaguely: "After the sect ranking, it will be the hundred-year-old ranking. Will dad go to supervise the battle then?" This year's hundred-year-old ranking is just half a year after the sect ranking. As his father is one of the five great masters of the Qiongcang Sect, his uncle will definitely let his father go.
Cheng Jiu: “Yeah.” Senior brother talks about this every day. If he doesn’t go, who knows what other tricks senior brother will come up with.
"Come with me then."
Cheng Ye was stunned and immediately refused: "Me? I don't want to. Staying in a spaceship with a bunch of old guys like you will be so depressing and suffocating." His father must be going with those elders and peak masters. He is just a child and doesn't want to go to the elderly group.
Cheng Jiu, who was called an old man, said: "..."
Cheng Jiu: "Do you have an appointment?"
Cheng Ye bit the spiritual fruit and said, "Rui Xu and I have an appointment. We will go together then." We can still play around on the way. It is such a rare opportunity. We must have a good time.
It’s no wonder that Cheng Ye is so playful. He has only been out of the house a few times since he was a child. Even when he went out, it was his senior brothers who took him there to broaden his horizons. This was the only time he really went on a long journey.
Cao Ruixu wasn't much better off than Cheng Ye, as direct disciples had never lacked resources since they began their cultivation. Unlike other disciples, they didn't have to constantly take on sect missions to obtain cultivation resources, and thus had extensive experience traveling. Direct disciples typically stayed within the sect before building their foundation, cultivating diligently, and only afterward would they take on sect missions for the sake of experience.
The two juniors have already made an agreement that half a year is enough time for them to have fun, killing monsters and spiritual beasts along the way, how free and easy it would be.
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