Born with immortal seed

Chapter 66 Inner Sect Gathering
A winding stream flows, and flowers bloom softly under the eaves.

On Tail Finger Peak, amidst a peach blossom forest, a clear mountain stream flows by, occasionally punctuated by plump fish leaping out of the water.

Dozens of servants bustled about, serving a stream of spiritual food and fruits to the long table. Two small beasts, the size of calves, rolled back and forth on a grill, emitting an enticing aroma.

Several young men were fishing in the stream, and every now and then they caught a big fish.

One of the aloof young men tried to cast his line three times in a row, but all his attempts came up empty. Somewhat annoyed, he threw down his fishing rod and went to the grill.

"Even after becoming a cultivator, can't I escape the fate of being an air force pilot?"

A group of inner disciples agreed to compete in fishing, relying solely on their individual skills and not using any magical powers.

After only half an hour, Bai Zichen looked at his empty fish basket and the full catch of the others next to him, and decisively changed his activity.

"Senior Brother Bai, try this piece of roasted meat; it's already very flavorful."

Among cultivators, those who have attained the highest level are given priority.

Therefore, even though Gan Guangde was almost a full twelve years older than Bai Zichen, he still addressed him as his senior brother.

This newly promoted top student in the competition had a broad face and a wide face. Despite being a newly promoted inner disciple, he was almost older than everyone else present.

He greets everyone warmly, makes a conscious effort to befriend them, and adopts a very humble attitude.

After all, given his age, without any special opportunities, any of the disciples present would have a brighter future than him.

"Thanks."

Bai Zichen took the roasted meat and looked Gan Guangde up and down.

With a cultivation level of six in Qi Refining, his magical power is solid and refined, indicating a good foundation.

The two chatted idly, and since Bai Zichen didn't know anyone among the inner disciples, he was happy to have some peace and quiet.

"Hey, isn't this Bai Zichen?"

A fiery red figure rushed past in a flurry of activity, then turned back and spoke condescendingly from above.

"So what if you got there first? I still became an inner disciple. A slacker is a slacker. Nobody in the inner sect respects you. You can only stick together with other scoundrels like that for warmth, right?"

Mo Changfei's sarcastic remarks swept Gan Guangde into the conversation, his disdain evident in his words.

Gan Guangde's face flushed red, anger surged in his eyes, and he clenched his fists to restrain his impulse.

His main purpose in coming to the inner sect was to make friends with fellow disciples and expand his network of contacts.

As a direct descendant of the Fire Phoenix Mo Clan, Mo Changfei far surpasses Gan Guangde in terms of both background and future prospects.

Given all these concerns, Gan Guangde hesitated and dared not refute, swallowing his anger in silence.

“Junior Brother Mo, didn’t your clan teach you about seniority and hierarchy before you came to Qingfeng Sect? I entered the inner sect before you, so you should call me Senior Brother.”

Bai Zichen chuckled lightly. He had never liked Mo Changfei, especially since this man had gotten involved in framing him.

As for having another opponent, he didn't care at all. The sect was different from the outside world. No matter how powerful the Fire Phoenix Mo Clan was, their influence was limited.

Moreover, Bai Zichen had just observed that the top two in this competition, Gan Guangde and Tan Qin, were both at the sixth level of Qi Refining, while Mo Changfeng was at the same level. His magical artifacts were definitely superior to the other two, and with the prestigious Fire Phoenix bloodline, he could only get third place.

This made him lower his expectations of the playboy's true abilities by another level.

"As for my status as an inner disciple, it was bestowed upon me by the sect leader. Whether it was rigged or not, Junior Brother Mo is welcome to raise objections with the Enforcement Hall. If you are still not satisfied, then according to the sect's ancient law, we will have a match on the arena, and life or death will be irrelevant!"

As he finished speaking, a smile still lingered on Bai Zichen's lips, but his words were icy cold and filled with a chilling killing intent.

If Bai Zichen hadn't happened to browse through a large number of ancient texts in the Transmission Hall a few days ago, he would never have known that the Qingfeng Sect, which always prides itself on being the orthodox sect of Taoism, had such an ancient tradition.

This tradition originated from the early days of Qingfeng Sect. When the sect was still establishing itself, it fought against demonic beasts and competed with local cultivators. Every disciple grew up through battles, and even the most peaceful person developed the habit of resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement.

Because cultivation resources were even more scarce at the time, even fellow disciples often fought each other over trivial matters, resulting in injuries and disabilities.

To prevent this trend from escalating, the sect leader not only reiterated that killing each other among disciples was the second most serious crime punishable by death, but also announced that disciples whose conflicts were truly irreconcilable could fight each other in the arena under the witness of the sect elders.

From the most casual sparring to the most serious life-or-death duels, anything is permitted as long as a contract is signed.

But once the duel is over, regardless of victory or defeat, all grudges are forgotten.

Neither the cultivators on either side, nor their master-disciple relatives, are allowed to take any further retaliatory actions.

In those days, life-or-death duels in the arena were very popular. Every few years, disciples with irreconcilable feuds would take to the stage to settle their grudges with a fight to the death.

This trend only gradually dissipated after Qingfeng Sect completely dominated Heishan and became the undisputed overlord of Heishan County. For over a hundred years, there had been no instances of fellow disciples engaging in life-or-death battles on the arena.

Mo Changfei was taken aback. He only wanted to come up and make a few sarcastic remarks to vent his dissatisfaction, but he never expected the other party to react so fiercely and directly challenge him to a life-or-death duel.

"What nonsense are you spouting... The sect strictly forbids disciples from killing each other. You think you can exchange your life for my bright future? Dream on!"

After obtaining the inheritance stone tablet, Mo Changfei used a secret method to purify his bloodline. Like the Foundation Establishment cultivators in his family, he was able to get rid of the negative effects of his bloodline and his thoughts and emotions were no different from ordinary people.

Last time, the man surnamed Quan treated him like a fool, so Mo Changfei simply played along. Since everyone thought he was violent and unpredictable, a lie that would be easily debunked on anyone else was believed by Quan Guanzhong without a second thought when he told it.

They easily took the mine from the full crown pit that they wanted to use.

Mo Changfei still presented himself in public as someone influenced by his bloodline, eccentric and uncontrollable. This was partly to conceal his true abilities, as people like Quan Guanzhong had fallen for it.

Secondly, it is to express one's true nature, and all things that should not be said or done can be attributed to the influence of bloodline.

But Mo Changfei's response clearly put him at a disadvantage, and a suppressed laugh from nearby made his face turn ashen.

"Why are you arguing on your first meeting, fellow junior brothers? Today is both a farewell party for our senior brothers and sisters and a welcome party for the new students. We must not spoil the atmosphere."

A short, stocky inner disciple walked over, followed by a goofy black bear, who was holding a large fish in his paws and tearing it apart.

"Give me some face, let's all compromise. We're all outstanding individuals in our field, why make things so tense?"

This person was Xiong Baishan. He had loved playing with wild animals since he was a child and could understand animal language. After he grew up, he tamed an injured monster by chance and it became his companion spirit beast.

Many elders commented that if Xiong Baishan had been born into the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, he would definitely have received special training based on his beast taming skills.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, plus a first-grade high-quality companion spirit beast... No wonder everyone says this person is preparing to seek the position of a true disciple."

Bai Zichen hadn't forgotten that the mastermind behind framing him was most likely his senior brother Xiong Baishan, who had seen through his strength.

At the Qi Refining level, having a companion spirit beast to assist in fighting two opponents at once is indeed a headache for disciples of the same cultivation level.

(End of this chapter)