Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1973 Nine Heavens Battle Platform
Chapter 1974

Amidst the intense anticipation of the crowd, Master Jing Shu of the Cangyun Sect once again stepped onto the stage to announce the final victor of the competition.

"Congratulations to the Lingyun Sect of the Guangxiao Upper Realm for winning first place in this secret realm treasure hunt!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Especially on the stands where Lingyun Sect was located, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers, and beams of light from magical spells, though harmless, shot into the sky.

"congratulations!"

"Lingyun Sect performed exceptionally well this time, and their victory is well-deserved."

"This is the third time that Lingyun Sect has won first place in the Secret Realm Treasure Hunt. As expected of an ancient sect with a long history, its foundation is indeed profound."

"Hahaha, congratulations, Fellow Daoist Chunyang!"

The Pure Yang True Man, who came from the Lingyun Sect, was surrounded by Mahayana cultivators who were offering their congratulations. He was smiling so broadly that his eyes were almost closed and his mustache was practically sticking up to the sky.

Hehehe, congratulations to you too!

After seven days of fierce competition, the first round of the Secret Realm Treasure Hunt has finally come to an end.

In the end, the treasure was taken by the Lingyun Sect. They persevered until the very end, and when they were finally teleported out of the secret realm, the entire team had less than five people left.

Meanwhile, two other people were surrounded. They were the second and third place winners of this competition: the Nether Bone Demon Lord from the Blood River Sect of the Nine Netherworld Crow Realm and the Taiwei True Person from the Wenshi Sect of the Myriad Bushes Realm.

Liu Qinghuan was very satisfied. The Wen Shi Sect had achieved a remarkable third place in its first participation in the sect conference.

Looking back on the past six days, the Wen Shi Sect first shifted the blame eastward, then concealed its true strength, and after joining forces with the Tai Qing Sect, began to actively purge people from other sects.

In the final competition, the Taiqing Sect had too many people eliminated in the early stages and left the competition early. The Wenshi Sect immediately gave up the competition for the Great Treasure and turned to look for other treasures.

Although there were conflicts and even fights with many sects during the process, and they tried to seize treasures from others, they managed to hold on until the end.

When the final results were tallied, the Wenshi Sect found eleven treasures, a truly bountiful harvest.

"You did a great job!"

Back at his temporary residence, Liu Qinghuan showed approval as he faced the group of disciples.

"In this competition, each of you performed exceptionally well. You knew when to yield and when to conceal your strength, and you were decisive and courageous in your fights, acting with propriety and restraint..."

After showering him with praise, he saw his young disciples looking at him with bright eyes, filled with joy, pride, and respect.

Liu Qinghuan silently swallowed back the words she was about to say. Some problems that arose during the competition could be discussed later; there was no need to spoil the mood now.

He gestured to Yueyin beside him, and Yueyin immediately brought out a tray with several storage bags on it.

"These are the treasures you found in the secret realm not long ago, as well as the rewards for third place in the competition, including spirit stones, pills, and magic weapons. They will be distributed fairly among the fifty disciples who participated in this competition, according to your performance."

The disciples were overjoyed and cheered happily.

Liu Qinghuan smiled and waited for them to finish expressing their excitement before speaking again:

"As for the disciples who were not selected to participate in the first competition, they need not be discouraged. There will be a sect competition later, and the winners will also receive generous rewards."

Furthermore, any disciple who achieves outstanding results at this sect assembly will receive a reward from their sect. So please, everyone, show your strength and shine brightly!

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The disciples respectfully watched Liu Qinghuan leave before exiting the main hall, enthusiastically discussing the upcoming competition.

Which competition arena are you planning to participate in?

"I've already made plans with Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Sister Li for the three-person group of those below the Nascent Soul stage. What about you?"

“Me too. But I heard that Senior Brother Wang Xiaojie and the others are going to participate in the five-person arena for the Nascent Soul stage…” “But isn’t he only at the late Nascent Soul stage?”

"There's no rule that you have to reach a certain cultivation level to participate. Besides, Senior Brother Wang is a sword cultivator. He and Senior Brother Zhang have been training together for a long time and have excellent teamwork. They're sure to get good results!"

"Why are there only competitions for multiple people, and no individual competitions?"

"There are plenty of individual matters in ordinary times, but a sect conference is different; it also requires teamwork..."

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Compared to treasure hunting in secret realms, the grand competition better showcases an individual's strength and charisma, making it more attractive to viewers.

The secret realm on the plain has been removed, and the area has been divided into several zones according to cultivation level, with each zone set up on a high platform.

The atmosphere of the conference became even more lively, with dozens of competitions taking place simultaneously every day, making it impossible for anyone to keep up.

On a whim, Liu Qinghuan also changed her appearance to watch a few of Wang Xiaojie's matches.

His four disciples each had their own strengths, some were strong and some were gentle, some were open and some were covert, some were long-range and some were close combat. He also found another disciple from the sect to make a group of five. They fought fiercely on the Nascent Soul stage battle platform and became famous.

Meanwhile, the competition between Mahayana cultivators had already begun, with the battle stage set up on the tops of several nearby mountains, and the crowds watching almost bursting at the seams.

The moment Liu Qinghuan stepped onto the stage, the noisy discussions behind her suddenly fell silent, and the entire hilltop became completely quiet.

Then, an even louder roar erupted, with screams, shouts, and whistles nearly overturning the battle platform.

"Dao Kui? It really is him!"

"Quickly, go and call for help! Dao Kui has ascended to the Nine Heavens Battle Platform!"

"Finally, I can witness the Supreme Taiwei making a move in person!"

Liu Qinghuan ignored everything happening below the stage, her gaze indifferently fixed on the person opposite her.

It was agreed that he could fight two matches, and the final results of those matches were announced two days ago, with one of them now standing on the opposite side.

The Netherbone Demon Lord comes from the Blood River Sect of the Cold Crow Realm. This sect ranked second in the Secret Realm Treasure Hunt, and he was also the one who spoke rudely to him before.

A slightly hoarse voice came from the other side, Ming Gu said with a mocking expression: "Dao Kui is really arrogant. He has to go through many trials and tribulations to fight you. It's really not easy!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled slightly: "Yes, there's only one Dao Kui, so you don't have to come."

Minggu looked at him coldly and waved his sleeve: "Enough nonsense! I hope you can still laugh when I trample you under my feet."

Before he finished speaking, two black ropes shot out from his sleeves, like long, writhing snakes, flying swiftly towards him.

A sharp whooshing sound came from the sky, and dark clouds rose from behind Ming Gu like an unfolding curtain, pressing down on the other half of the battle platform with overwhelming force.

A chilling wind swept across the mountaintop in an instant, causing many people to shiver as if their souls were being blown away and their body temperature was rapidly dropping.

On the sidelines, several cultivators were caught off guard by Ming Gu's sudden attack and hurriedly activated the protective shield of the battle platform to block out the biting cold.

"Is this the strength of a ninth-level Mahayana cultivator? The power is so terrifying with just one move!"

"That was terrifying. I almost thought I was going to die."

"This Nether Bone is still so...tsk!"

But Liu Qinghuan's smile remained unchanged, and his figure gradually became ethereal.

"Clang!"

Two black ropes pierced through his body and embedded themselves deeply into the battle platform.