The first match
This year's Immortal Sect Competition included the participation of the Thousand Saints Palace, and many smaller sects that were previously reluctant to show their faces also came together. With the addition of the disciples of the Thousand Saints Palace, the number of participants was quite large.
Wen Zheng walked around each of the competition stages, more than thirty in total, large and small. After walking around, she was so tired when she returned to her resting place at the sect that she didn't want to talk at all.
My body was exhausted, but my mind was still working. The names of the winners of the previous round and the contestants of the next round were displayed on the water screen in the sky.
Wen Zheng's name was not prominent among them, and she was ranked very low. Her opponent was a closed-door disciple of a major sect, and he was very strong.
She knew without guessing that this was Shan Fengyu's doing. If she confronted Shan Wuxiu from the start, her intentions would be too obvious. It was better to use the strong disciples from other sects to wear her down.
Guessing what was going on, Wen Zheng searched for Shan Wuxiu's name on the water screen. Sure enough, her opponent was a disciple from an ordinary sect, and not even as strong as her.
Seeing through the schemes behind the Immortal Sect Competition, Wen Zheng focused her energy and drew talismans in a corner.
Shan Fengyu and Shan Wuxiu wanted to kill her, and she wanted to kill them too. A single sword bone alone couldn't reverse the situation; she needed to think of more ways.
For example, certain powerful talismans.
Inside the Guanghua Hall.
Dan Fengyu dismissed everyone and went to the back room. He had already placed the black bird from the birdcage on Dan Wuxiu. With the help of the black bird, Wen Zheng was bound to lose.
Once Wen Zheng is crippled, he can use the excuse that she was once a disciple of the Thousand Saints Palace to imprison her and interrogate her about the whereabouts of the magic weapon.
Remembering the lost magic weapon, Shan Fengyu's expression turned sinister. With a wave of his hand, several black shadows, similar to black birds, appeared in the back room. They were long and thin, standing like bamboo poles, without facial features.
Looking at this group of tribesmen who were incapable of thinking, Shan Fengyu was displeased, but there was nothing else he could do.
All the other intelligent members of the clan were imprisoned. Although the Jianmu tree collapsed, the remaining roots were still there, and the laws of heaven and earth were still in effect. He could only rescue these mindless members of the clan.
"Go and guard the mass grave. If anyone breaks in, kill them on sight."
After giving his instructions, Shan Fengyu took out several demonic artifacts and handed them over. If anyone discovered this, he instructed them to pin the blame on the demons.
The mass grave was an important place where his people were imprisoned. To rescue them, he had to destroy the roots of the Jianmu tree. Over the years, he had tried many methods, but few of the roots remained alive.
His people should be able to emerge in ten years at most.
With so many disciples in the Thousand Saints Palace, the clansmen can make a good selection.
While Shan Fengyu was contemplating the future, Shan Wuxiu on the other side had already defeated his opponent and was making wild pronouncements on stage.
"With talent like yours, you think you can beat me? What a joke!"
"Even if you cultivate in the Thousand Saints Palace for a hundred years, you still can't beat me with a single finger."
After saying those provocative words, he wasn't satisfied and raised his hand in a booing gesture.
As Shan Wuxiu was Shan Fengyu's only son, he was the focus of attention in the competition. In addition, since the Thousand Saints Palace rarely appeared in front of outsiders, the disciples of various sects were very curious about his strength.
Now that they had seen the real person, they all looked disdainful and began to whisper among themselves.
One of the disciples who hadn't attended the banquet whispered to the others, "When my senior sister told me before that he wasn't a good person, I didn't believe her, but now I do."
"Palace Master Shan is a humble and polite person, yet his only son is such a character."
"That's right, I'm starting to doubt whether he's even the biological child of Palace Master Shan."
If they were her biological children, how could they have raised them to be so ill-mannered and of such low character?
After winning the match, Shan Wuxiu slowly walked off the stage, accepting the scornful and disdainful looks from the crowd, but he remained completely unconcerned.
My father said that after the Immortal Sect Grand Competition ends, he will step down and let me take the position of Palace Master.
When he heard the news last night, he was both surprised and delighted. Worried that his father was testing him, he quickly pledged his loyalty, saying that he was not qualified enough to take on such an important task.
The father smiled and said it was nothing, adding that he was talented and capable, and could shoulder the responsibility of the Thousand Saints Palace. The only concern was Wen Zheng.
She was once her father's eldest disciple, and according to the rules of the Thousand Saints Palace, she should be the one to inherit the position of Palace Master.
The duck that was about to be caught was about to fly away, and Shan Wuxiu absolutely could not tolerate it. Fortunately, there was this Immortal Sect Competition, and he could take this opportunity to get rid of Wen Zheng.
He squinted and thought for a while, then called to his follower: "Wu Yan, where is the elder who arranged the disciples' competition?"
Wu Yan pointed in a direction, "It's a bit far from here, I'll take the young master there."
Dan Wuxiu nodded arrogantly and swaggered after Wu Yan to find someone.
In the next match, he plans to compete with Wen Zheng and take the opportunity to kill her.
Wen Zheng sneezed while drawing the talisman, causing an extra stroke to be added to the talisman, rendering it useless. She crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside.
Her name was displayed on the water screen, prompting her to hurry to the arena. Her arena was number seventeen, which was a bit far away. She slowly got up and walked towards the arena.
She walked to the front of the arena. The disciple standing on the platform looked impatient and sized up Wen Zheng for a while with his eyes downcast: "You are Wen Zheng, who was expelled from Thousand Saints Palace?"
Most of the rumors circulating in Qian Sheng Palace were about Wen Zheng's resurrection, but he felt that this was just an excuse, a smokescreen deliberately released by the other party.
As the eldest disciple of the Thousand Saints Palace Master and a candidate for the next Palace Master, it's impossible for her to be executed for making a mistake. The only possibility is that the execution was just a pretext, and she was actually expelled from the Thousand Saints Palace.
Otherwise, why would they participate in the Immortal Sect Competition under the name of a small sect?
Having discovered the truth, he investigated Wen Zheng's performance at Qian Sheng Palace overnight. Upon learning that she lacked ambition, he became even more convinced and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's not a fair fight to beat someone who lacks ambition, but it's a great opportunity to make a name for yourself.
Thinking of all this, he announced his name: "Xuan Gui Sect, Liu Dun, Nascent Soul stage cultivation, and the one who is about to win the competition."
It's not uncommon for someone to make grand pronouncements before the show starts, and the onlookers were happy to see it happen, cheering and looking at Wen Zheng.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Wen Zheng brushed the dust off her clothes, slowly walked onto the competition platform, and uttered a single word: "Oh."
The indifferent response was like a bucket of ice water poured over Liu Dun's head. He snorted coldly, "I hope you can be this calm when you lose."
The elders below the stage reminded the two that the competition had begun. Liu Dun was the first to draw his long sword from his waist. The sword light was sharp and carried a golden-fire-colored light.
Someone exclaimed, "It's a Golden Fire Spiritual Root!"
Among disciples with dual spiritual roots, if the two spiritual roots are well-matched, their strength after cultivation is no less than that of a disciple with a single spiritual root.
The Golden Fire Spiritual Root is quite good among dual spiritual roots. Coupled with the Xuan Turtle Sect's Tortoise Shell Shield Technique, it can both attack and defend. Perhaps it really can win this competition.
Seeing this, the disciple running the betting booth adjusted the payout ratio between the two and shouted to the people around him, "Place your bets now!"
"Liu Dun, a disciple of the Xuan Gui Sect with dual spiritual roots of gold and fire, battles Wen Zheng, a discarded disciple of the Thousand Saints Palace."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zheng, who was walking towards the center of the arena, stumbled and looked back at the betting game. Her payout had reached an astonishing twenty times.
Wen Zheng's hand unconsciously touched her empty purse, and her eyes darted around: "I'd like to request a pause."
During the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, each disciple has one opportunity to pause the competition. Most people will call a halt when there is a crisis, and very few people like Wen Zheng who call a halt at the very beginning are so rare.
Liu Dun held his sword at the table, frowning as he said, "I haven't even made a move yet, and you're already admitting defeat?"
Wen Zheng rolled her eyes at him and looked at the elders below the stage: "Sending messages shouldn't be against the rules, right?" As she spoke, she took out a communication jade slip.
The elder, seeing this for the first time, twitched his eyelids and said, "It's not against the rules."
Wen Zheng quickly sent a message to Mu Qing using a communication jade slip, nodding to indicate that the competition could continue.
The match was interrupted midway, and Liu Dun's patience ran out. Upon hearing that the match was about to resume, he thrust his longsword forward with astonishing speed.
The audience gasped in surprise, watching Wen Zheng's reaction with bated breath. She deftly dodged the attack, took out a pen, and began drawing talismans.
It goes without saying how low the status of talisman cultivators is in the cultivation world; they cursed and swore when they saw Wen Zheng taking out yellow paper to draw talismans.
Most of them were people who had just bet on Wen Zheng to win in the gambling game.
Everyone had the same thought: even a broken ship has three thousand nails. The former eldest disciple of the Thousand Saints Palace Master couldn't possibly be a good-for-nothing, could he?
In retrospect, it really was useless.
Those who had placed bets rushed to the gambling den to request that they place their bets again.
The competition on the stage continued. After learning that Wen Zheng was a talisman cultivator, Liu Dun attacked even more fiercely, his longsword flashing across the stage, heading straight for Wen Zheng.
Wen Zheng quietly dodged, her feet twirling lightly on the stage, her hands moving non-stop.
Through her research, she has found a way to keep the talisman paper still around her, and she can easily draw talismans even on the competition stage.
The brush left a long trail on the yellow paper, and once a flaming talisman was drawn, it was strung together with a thread of spiritual energy.
As she dodged the sword energy, Wen Zheng glanced around and saw that there were already more than twenty talismans strung together, of various types.
Just as she was about to continue drawing, the sword energy beside her seemed to be affected and came straight at her face.
Wen Zheng tried to dodge by turning to the side, but the sword energy seemed to have eyes, relentlessly pursuing her and closing the distance until it finally slashed her arm.
Blood was drawn on stage, and the audience gasped in shock.
Wen Zheng glanced at the crowd below the stage and immediately spotted Shan Wuxiu, whose expression was off. His pupils were black, almost filling his entire eyes.
Before she could take another look, Wen Zheng dodged Liu Dun's thrusting sword again. The more she dodged, the closer the sword got.
As the two drew closer, Wen Zheng saw the terror in Liu Dun's eyes.
Being controlled by someone, they must be terrified.
Still wanting to conceal her strength, Wen Zheng sighed helplessly. The strung-together talismans surrounded Liu Dun, and the moment Wen Zheng snapped her fingers, they all exploded.
Liu Dun remained in a sword-wielding stance, and when the talisman exploded, he had no time to dodge and was blasted off the arena.
"Liu Dun of the Xuan Gui Sect competed against Wen Zheng of the Xian Sect, and Wen Zheng emerged victorious!"
When the elder read out Wen Zheng's name, the crowd below the stage was completely taken aback, their eyes fixed on Liu Dun lying on the ground in disbelief.
Liu Dun lay half-prone on the ground, not daring to open his eyes at all. During the competition, he was too arrogant, thinking he could win, so he didn't use the Tortoise Shell Shield Technique to protect himself and was directly blasted down.
In fact, Wen Zheng's talisman wasn't very powerful; Liu Dun wasn't even scratched. But if he opened his eyes, those around him who were beating him up would devour him.
Wen Zheng stepped down from the competition platform and frowned when she saw Liu Dun lying unconscious on the ground.
She deliberately controlled her spiritual power when drawing the talisman; the talisman only looked scary, but its power was not great.
She walked over to Liu Dun, squatted down, and reached out to check his breath.
It's good that you're still alive.
The elder who had finished cleaning the arena walked over, glanced at the unconscious Liu Dun, and slightly raised his hand: "If you continue to pretend to be unconscious, I will make you pass out completely."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Dun stood up abruptly, covered his face, and rushed out of the crowd.
The crowd stared in astonishment at his retreating figure, murmuring, "Wasn't he seriously injured and unconscious?"
The elder snorted coldly: "You're faking it. You're not even scratched."
Everyone: "..."
Unexpected yet reasonable.
How powerful can a talisman cultivator be? They made such a frightening show of force, yet they didn't even break the skin.
In an instant, disdainful gazes fell upon Wen Zheng again. She shrugged and walked nonchalantly to Mu Qing, who was standing by the gambling table.
"Did you place a bet?" Wen Zheng asked. When she called the match to a halt, she had specifically sent a message to Mu Qing, asking him to bet on her.
She didn't make a move on stage because she was thinking about how to win the match while concealing her true strength. Fortunately, her method was wrong, but the result was still what she wanted.
Mu Qing nodded, took out a large storage bag and handed it to Wen Zheng: "I won 100,000 spirit stones."
Wen Zheng's hand holding the bag trembled, and she asked in a shaking voice, "One hundred thousand?"
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