Chapter 25 - Last-Minute Cramming
"Go." That cold word, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, cut off all hesitation and absurdity.
The invitation to the Immortal Sect Competition was like a huge rock thrown into stagnant water, causing unexpected waves in Guixu Sect.
After the initial absurdity and ridicule, a strange, somewhat desperate, excitement spread.
"Yes! Why not!" Xie Zhao played with the dazzlingly gorgeous jade tablet, his peach blossom eyes flashing with a mischievous glint, "Doesn't the Immortal Alliance want to laugh at us?
Let's show them what it means to be 'justifiably poor and shockingly broke'!"
Although Chu Linyuan didn't say much, the cold word "go" represented the will of the entire sect.
From that day on, he practiced swordplay for a longer period of time, and the black light emitted from the tip of the Frost Silence Sword became more and more condensed. Every time he thrust it out, the "hissing" sound of tearing the air carried a heart-pounding penetrating power.
The massive evil rock at the edge of the martial arts arena was now covered in dense, bottomless holes, like a honeycomb. The dragon pattern on his right arm blazed brightly as the evil energy surged, echoing the warm glow of the earth's core chalcedony. His aura grew stronger day by day.
Xie Zhao was even more furious. He barely let go of his talisman brush, either concentrating on carving on talisman paper in the cave or sketching on the edge of the deep pit facing the surging evil spirit in the void.
He no longer tried those fancy "Ice and Fire" runes, but instead focused on the most basic defense and confinement runes that tested his control the most.
Golden light flowed at the fingertips, and complex and mysterious lines appeared and disappeared in the void, carrying new star patterns and exuding an aura of solidity and restraint.
Only occasionally, when he reached a crucial point, his wrist would tremble slightly due to the dull pain in his soul. He would immediately stop, close his eyes and regulate his breathing, with a stubborn look of unwillingness to admit defeat between his brows.
Luo Hongyi's kitchen had become a completely "high-risk restricted area." All sorts of strange bottles and cans filled the corners, and the air was perpetually filled with a dizzying mixture of odors.
Her goal was clear - to refine a "portable" poison pill that could knock down a peak Nascent Soul cultivator.
To this end, she even tried to trap the Moon Rabbit as a "stabilizer tester", but the rabbit angrily sprayed space ripples in her face.
Tie Niu found the most suitable training method for him - moving mountains! Deep in the Burial God Abyss, there are huge rocks that have been corroded by evil spirits and are extremely hard.
He grunted as he carried the huge rocks up from the bottom of the deep pit, and then under Su Tang's command, he practiced dropping them accurately over and over again.
The huge rocks were like toys in his hands, repeatedly tossed up, caught, and slammed back down onto the ground. Every time they landed, there was a dull thud, the ground trembling, and rubble flying everywhere.
The horns on his head grew thicker and shinier with repeated collisions, the star power under his skin surged like a tide, and his defense increased visibly.
His honest face was full of seriousness: "I need to practice more. If anyone bullies my junior sister and Xiaolu during the competition, I will smash him with a stone!"
Su Tang wasn't idle either. After her psychic eyes evolved from the nourishment of the Myriad Dragons Soup, they could not only "see," but also "record" and "analyze." She clutched the photo stone and, like a diligent young reporter, ran around the sect.
She recorded the needle-like trajectory of Chu Linyuan's evil spirit when he practiced swordsmanship;
Capture the energy nodes where the runes flow when Xie Zhao draws them in the void;
Analyze the diffusion pattern of Luo Hongyi's poisonous fog explosion;
Even researching the optimal angle for the muscles to exert force when Iron Bull throws a stone...
She compiled the "weaknesses" analyzed from these images and psychic eyes, which were of course weaknesses relative to her own, into a book, which she named "Guixu Sect's Victory Secrets: Internal Top-Secret Edition", and even solemnly gave each person a copy of the jade slip.
The white deer tried hard to comfort the Moon-Eating Rabbit.
Since the rabbit swallowed a few silver lock guards, its appetite seems to have become more picky, and ordinary evil crystals and metal ores can no longer satisfy it.
Little White Deer could only take it to the edge of the deep pit to "forage" every day, looking for points where space fluctuations were abnormal, and let the rabbit devour those tiny space fragments as "snacks", barely maintaining the satisfaction of the ferocious beast.
Uncle Chen continued sweeping the floor day after day. The rustling sound of his broom became the only constant background noise in the clamoring atmosphere. However, the area he swept seemed to have expanded slightly, encompassing the edge of the deep pit and the newly built courtyard wall.
Just when everyone in Guixu Sect was immersed in a tense and strange atmosphere of "cramming" for the exam, some well-informed and quick-witted small sects on the outskirts of Zangshenyuan began to stir.
The news that the Chiyan Sect and several of its affiliated sects were wiped out by a mysterious force had already spread, and the Immortal Alliance was very secretive about it.
The few small shrimps left on the periphery only knew that the notoriously broken sect Guixu Sect in the depths of the God Burial Abyss had some kind of luck that actually received an invitation to the Immortal Sect Competition!
This news caused an uproar in the outer sect circles and then turned into a huge joke.
"Guixu Sect? That shabby place with no entrance, where the leader is said to be an idiot and all the disciples are freaks?"
"Is the Immortal Alliance now empty? Or are they deliberately looking for a few beggars to serve as a foil?"
"I heard their sect leader is only at the foundation building stage? And their disciples are even at the Qi training stage? Are such people even qualified to participate in the competition?"
"I guess some big shot from the Immortal Alliance got drunk and wrote this? Hahaha!"
After the ridicule, some sects with dark intentions began to have evil thoughts.
The Chiyan Sect was gone, and several of its former troublemakers were also defeated, leaving a vacuum of external forces. If he could rise to prominence by riding on the heels of this "lucky Guixu Sect," not only could he seize a small, newly discovered vein of evil energy on the edge of the Burial God Abyss, but he might even attract the attention of the Immortal Alliance and reap some benefits.
So, several waves of sect teams that had a high opinion of themselves and thought that Guixu Sect was a soft persimmon, with the intention of taking advantage of opportunities and becoming famous, quietly sneaked into the depths of the God Burial Abyss and headed straight for the dilapidated "sect" location.
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