Chapter 32
"Um... Senior Brother Luo, I'm not planning to become your disciple yet."
Just kidding, she's "extraordinarily talented," the fewer people who know about her, the better. If she really becomes an apprentice, she'll inevitably be investigated, how could she possibly hide it?
"Isn't the internal competition in a couple of days? I want to draw two talismans for self-defense and see if I can make it into the top ten and go to the ninth floor of the Scripture Pavilion."
"Junior Sister Wen, the sect competition is open to outstanding disciples from all sects. It might be difficult for you to get into the top ten with just a few talismans."
Luo Zifan kindly reminded him, "Besides, you've only just started drawing talismans, you're self-taught, and you're still in the beginner stage, so it will probably be even more difficult for you..."
"If you join our Lanxue Peak and draw talismans for a while, Elder Luo might see your exceptional talent and allow you to ascend to the ninth level."
"Why bother fighting and risking your life to get into the top ten?"
Luo Zifan kindly tried to dissuade him.
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother Luo." Wen Wan smiled sweetly, but refused bluntly without any hesitation: "Drawing talismans is just a small hobby of mine. I don't plan to develop in the direction of talisman cultivation for the time being."
"If it's convenient for you, Senior Brother Luo, could you draw a few talismans on the spot so I can observe them and see if I can find the source of my problem?"
Actually, Luo Zifan wanted to say that if he became an apprentice and showed off his skills, his master would naturally point out his problems and teach him how to solve them step by step. However, considering that Wen Wan had already made up her mind, he could only swallow his thoughts.
Those who specialize in talismanic arts naturally carry all their talisman-drawing tools with them.
He took out a talisman and used his spiritual power to hold it in mid-air. The special spiritual brush no longer needed to be dipped in ink. He put two fingers together and waved them in mid-air. The spiritual brush moved with him, flowing freely and smoothly.
Soon, a talisman landed in his palm; it was a mid-level invisibility talisman.
"I didn't expect it to succeed?"
Luo Zifan himself was also a little surprised. The invisibility talisman was quite difficult to obtain, and he had tried it several times before without success. He didn't expect to succeed on his first try today.
"Senior Brother Luo is amazing!" Wen Wan praised, giving him a thumbs up.
"It's all good luck." Luo Zifan smiled shyly, a little embarrassed.
"This is a thank-you gift."
Just like last time, Wen Wan gave him another high-grade spiritual spring fruit.
"No, no, this is too precious. You gave me one last time, that's enough. Besides, I haven't been of much help." This time, Luo Zifan refused to accept it no matter what.
"Who said you weren't helpful? I've already figured out my problem. Just wait and see how I shine in the competition."
After seeing Luo Zifan's drawing, she realized her own problem, smiled confidently, threw the fruit at him, and left without looking back, leaving Luo Zifan to worry.
Pen control is very important. Regardless of the thickness of the strokes, the pressure applied while writing should be consistent. Most importantly, the strokes should be written in one continuous motion without breaking apart.
Her mistake was that she didn't control the force well.
Because she was worried about tearing the talisman paper, the more carefully she wrote, the less control she had over the pressure. She sometimes wrote lightly and sometimes heavily, which resulted in the talisman paper being extremely ineffective.
Once you find the problem, it becomes simple.
Practice makes perfect.
After much effort, the talisman she drew finally began to show results. Wen Wan watched with satisfaction as the flames grew stronger and stronger, then took out a new empty talisman and continued drawing the next one...
Before they knew it, the day of the sect competition arrived. Everyone took their registration tokens and went to the waiting area to draw their numbers.
The sect competition uses an elimination system. Those who draw the same number become opponents and fight to the death. The winner advances, and the loser is eliminated.
The competition time is limited to half an incense stick's time. If the winner is not determined within half an incense stick's time, both sides are eliminated.
If the two sides are too far apart in strength, the weaker side can simply concede defeat to avoid being beaten, without having to fight.
Wen Wan took the token and stepped forward to draw a number.
The disciple guarding the number plate was stunned when he saw her Nascent Soul stage cultivation level, and looked through the registration information in disbelief.
No cultivation level? Such a rapid advancement in just one month? Could there have been a mistake in the registration?
The disciple was only puzzled for a moment before quickly convincing himself.
After all, the information provided during registration is only for reference. Some people deliberately underreport their information in order to lower the opponent's guard. Just make sure to inform the disciple who registered.
If the data is inaccurate, I can simply say that I worked hard to improve and break through later.
However, this junior sister is really daring to jump to the Nascent Soul stage without any cultivation!
Wen Wan had no idea what this disciple was thinking, and reached out to draw her own number plate.
No. 222.
That probably won't happen that quickly.
Hou Zhanqu was a large area, but it was almost full of people at the moment. Wen Wan glanced around and found an empty seat to sit down and wait.
"Hey, who do you think will be the champion of this year's sect competition?"
A voice from behind asked the fellow disciple beside him.
The group consisted of old friends who had met before, and it wasn't their first time participating in the sect competition. They were discussing the potential winners at length.
"If you ask me, the winner this year will definitely be Senior Brother He from Red Leaf Peak. If he hadn't been seriously injured and unable to participate in the competition last time, the champion wouldn't have fallen to a female cultivator from Silver Moon Peak."
"The champion from last time? You mean Mo Qingyin from Silver Moon Peak, right? She's the top female disciple personally taught by Sect Leader Mo. I heard she broke through to the Nascent Soul stage this year! Does Senior Brother He have a chance to win?"
"Breakthrough this year? Then it's definitely a done deal! Senior Brother He broke through a long time ago, he's probably already in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm."
"But I think Senior Brother Wang Jinyan of Qingshan Peak should not be underestimated. When I registered last month, I lied about my cultivation level. He saw through it at a glance and didn't say anything. I was so scared that I quickly confessed the truth."
Wang Jinyan?
Wen Wan recalled that the person who signed her up was indeed called that Senior Brother Wang, and it seemed that he was Liu Ruotong's simp.
Anyway, it wasn't her turn to compete for a while, so Wenwan quietly listened intently.
"Don't underestimate Senior Sister Mo. I heard that her spirit beast, the snow fox, has advanced again. Coupled with her own extraordinary swordsmanship, it's not impossible for her to retain the top spot."
"But being a spirit beast master is really great. You can easily contract a powerful spirit beast and your strength will more than double. Look at the sect leader, she is only a female cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, but she is the person in charge of the Huashan Sect. Even Elder Meng, who has broken through to the Mahayana stage, can only be subordinate to her, just because her contracted beast is the powerful ancient ferocious beast Taotie."
The person who said that had a sour taste in their mouth.
"Shh... With so many people here, are you saying something like that because you don't want to stay in the Huashan Sect anymore?"
Another person quickly stopped the outspoken disciple.
It seems that Aunt Yue is under tremendous pressure as the sect leader.
"You don't know, do you? Our peak has a female disciple, Liu Qingqing, who is only 24 years old and has already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. Although she can't compare to that prodigy, she is still a genius that comes along once in a century. She was actually taken in by our peak master. If you ask me, this year's sect competition is going to be very exciting."
The topic was brought back again.
"Liu Qingqing? Really? I've never heard of her?"
Some people expressed doubts about this name that they had never heard of before.
Hearing this familiar name, Wen Wan couldn't help but feel happy for her.
Liu Qingqing has good talent; if given the opportunity to be nurtured, she will surely achieve great things.
It seems she has now found a master who treats her well.
"Oh, of course you haven't heard of it."
The person who had just made the accusation continued vividly, "As soon as she joined Ziwei Mountain, the peak master threw her into the icy pool, where she cultivated non-stop. Even her fellow disciples had never seen her inside, making her quite mysterious. If it weren't for the huge commotion she made during her breakthrough, and the fact that I happened to be nearby, I wouldn't have known so much."
"At first I thought it was one of the senior brothers of our sect, someone I wanted to curry favor with, but it turned out to be a junior sister who was only 24 years old. For her safety, the peak master ordered us not to publicize it, which is why it didn't get out."
Hearing this, the group gasped: "It seems that Liu Qingqing is also one of the contenders for the championship in this competition. I wonder who will ultimately win."
"Who can argue with that? This competition is bound to be exciting."
"Sigh, the talents of our junior brothers and sisters are getting better and better with each passing year. We old folks can only be cannon fodder, and our participation is the most important thing," a disciple lamented bitterly.
“Who says otherwise? I really can’t live like this, where I’m worse off than my elders and younger ones.” Another disciple also put on a dramatic act, covering his face and weeping.
What followed was just casual conversation, which Wen Wan stopped listening to. She focused her attention on organizing the items in her spatial ring, categorizing them for easy access.
"Oh, isn't this Junior Sister Wen who ruined Senior Sister Zhang's life? She picked up a decent spirit sword at Wanbaozhai last time, and now she dares to participate in the competition? Doesn't she know her own limitations?"
An annoying sound rang out, followed by silence and a group of people including Liu Ruotong.
Wen Wan rolled her eyes inwardly. Being repeatedly accused of such baseless and distorted facts made her feel as uncomfortable as if she had swallowed a fly.
His hand made a subtle movement out of their sight.
"What, feeling guilty? Well, that's true. Senior Sister Zhang originally had a good chance of making it into the top ten in the sect competition, but you caused her to be seriously injured and unable to participate in the sect competition. You deserve to die."
Seeing that Wen Wan ignored her, Shen Jing became even more demanding.
"Senior Sister Shen, don't say that. Although Junior Sister Wen brought the demonic plant here, she definitely didn't do it on purpose. Even though she and Senior Sister Zhang don't get along, she didn't expect the demonic plant to be so powerful." Liu Ruotong was pretending to advise, but in reality, she was stirring up trouble.
“She did it on purpose.” After hearing this, Chen Jing became even angrier: “If you hadn’t happened to see this in the secret realm and Senior Sister Zhang hadn’t woken up yet, we would have been kept in the dark.”
Shen Jing and Senior Sister Zhang both belonged to Ziwei Mountain and had a relatively deep relationship, so she was furious about this.
The people in Hou Zhanqu were all disciples of their own sect. After leaving the secret realm, Liu Ruotong had already publicized this matter openly and secretly. However, most people did not know who the "culprit" was. Now that they saw the culprit right in front of them, they began to condemn him and discuss it extensively.
"I had heard that Senior Sister Zhang had been framed. So it was her. Which peak was she from? She looks so young, yet her heart is so vicious."
"Senior Sister Zhang has not recovered yet, which shows how serious her injuries must have been. The murderer has not been punished at all and is still at large. It's outrageous."
"Senior Sister Shen, Junior Sister Liu, now that the written exam is over, we will jointly report this matter to all the elders and the sect leader to seek justice for Senior Sister Zhang!"
Upon hearing this, a disciple who was merely observing the situation became indignant and spoke out righteously.
Those who do wrong should be punished; they will not allow such a despicable person to live so comfortably.
The above was jointly submitted.
If this matter blows up, it's hard to say who will suffer the consequences.
The steps for drawing talismans and stuff were just made up!
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