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Chapter 590 Inner Sect Competition
Wang Ping, Zi Luan, Wu Quan and Gan Qi were present in person. There was an additional complicated greeting process before the competition began. This process was to confirm their seniority and status in the southern cultivation world.

First, Xia Wenyi led the three-kowtow ceremony. Looking at the large group of monks kneeling down, Wang Ping felt a sense of superiority, as if he was sitting on the clouds. This feeling was wonderful and he liked it very much. However, the instinct of a cultivator made him alert. The instinct of a cultivator made him alert to anything fascinating.

When Wang Ping was worshipped by thousands of people, Yu Lian said in his spiritual sea: "Many of these people are hostile to you. Well, it can't be said to be hostile. They are just like how we looked at Zi Luan when we first entered the country."

Wang Ping knew what that feeling was, he remembered it vividly. At this moment, he was standing in Zi Luan's position and looked at these people with a different mood. How to put it, calling them ants was a bit too much, but it was almost the same. However, this was only the rational side. The human side still maintained awe for these innocent lives.

After bowing three times, Xia Wenyi took out a prayer scroll and recited it. Only after he finished reciting it did he announce the official start of the competition.

The competition is divided into three stages: Qi Refining Stage, Foundation Building Stage and Entry Stage. The first two days are for Qi Refining Stage disciples to compete, followed by a three-day competition for Foundation Building Stage disciples, and the last five days are for entry stage disciples to compete.

They were all individual competitions. Initially, there were team competitions between sects. Later, it was discovered that this kind of competition not only did not strengthen the relationship between the four sects, but instead caused the disciples to hate each other, so the team competitions were cancelled.

Soon after the competition began, the serious atmosphere eased and the leaders of each sect on the steps returned to their respective disciples' areas and gathered with familiar friends to chat.

Xia Wenyi ran to Wang Ping and introduced to him several of the most promising Qi-training disciples in Qianmu Temple. He then led Zi Luan and others to discuss the issue, and finally the four of them placed bets on the promising students from their respective sects.

Three days later, the one who won the first place among the Qi training disciples was a fire cultivator from the Three Fire Temple in Shouhua Prefecture. There was nothing that could be done about it. Among the five sects of Xuanmen, only the fire cultivators could use fire spirit spells with great power during the Qi training stage. As for the disadvantage of too little spiritual energy in the Qi sea, it was the same for all disciples during the Qi training period.

When Wang Ping heard about Sanhuo Temple, many of his dusty memories were opened up. During the Yongming Port incident, he led the disciples of Qianmu Temple to quell the rebellion. The monk who was in charge of coordinating their inbound monks was the Martian Taoist from Sanhuo Temple.

At first, the Taoist of Mars was an unattainable existence to him, so when Xia Wenyi brought the top disciple of the Three Fires Temple to pay his respects, Wang Ping asked with a smile: "Is the Taoist of your sect, the Taoist of Mars, still here?"

The disciple was obviously stunned, and only answered after Xia Wenyi reminded him: "In response to Master Changqing, our master has been in meditation for more than 200 years. I only saw his name in the diary passed down by the sect."

Wang Ping's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he waved his hand while sighing, asking Xia Wenyi to take the people away to claim the reward. Then he said to Zi Luan, Wu Quan, and Gan Qi beside him, "When the zombies attacked Yongming Port, I was only at the foundation-building stage, leading hundreds of Qigong practitioners in Qianmu Temple, and working under Taoist Master Huoxing in Sanhuo Temple."

"Mars? This name sounds familiar!" Wu Quan glanced at Ziluan.

"The Yongming Port incident is over. When it comes to rewarding people for their contributions, you report the person who is ranked first on the list." Zi Luan explained with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that time flies.

"Him? I remember that the reward he wanted was the chance to advance to the second realm. How come? Even with the help of the True Yang Sect, he still failed to advance?"

"The Daozang Palace has investigated him and concluded that he has no chance of advancing to the second realm!"

Wu Quan said "Oh" casually, then looked at Wang Ping as if he remembered something, "Were you only in the foundation-building stage at that time?"

Before Wang Ping could reply, Zi Luan beside him said, "Have you forgotten that Daoist Chang Qing only took over 200 years to advance to the third realm?"

"I'm a little dazed..."

"Don't be so sentimental yet. Perhaps we can witness a human cultivator who is promoted to the fourth realm the fastest!" Zi Luan smiled and looked at Wang Ping, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you planning to reach the fourth realm?"

As soon as he asked this question, Wu Quan and Gan Qi showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

Wang Ping first glanced at Ziluan, then turned to look at Wu Quan and Gan Qi, then looked at the enthusiastic disciples of various sects in the square below, and asked: "Will you support me?" "Of course, I fully support you, fellow Taoist!" Wu Quan answered this question without any hesitation. He seemed to care about this matter more than Wang Ping.

Zi Luan then cupped his hands and said, "I wish you good luck. The southern cultivation world will have to rely on you when the time comes."

Gan Qi said in the tone of a junior: "Whatever request the Master has, our Loose Cultivator Alliance will do its best to meet it. We just hope that the Master will take care of us after he succeeds in his promotion."

Wang Ping smiled noncommittally.

Xia Wenyi has already announced that today's competition is over, and tomorrow will begin the competition among foundation-building disciples.

Silent all night.

At 1:01 pm the next day, when Wang Ping arrived at the square, two incoming earth vein monks were checking the defensive formation of the square's stage.

After the competition began, the first person to appear on stage was Zhao Mingming, the Hu disciple accepted by Zhao Yuer. When he stepped onto the stage, he first clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Ping on the platform, and then prayed devoutly in the direction of Dongzhou. This caused the disciples around the stage to talk about it, but he didn't care at all.

"Is this the teaching of the Moon God Cult?"

Gan Qi was well-informed and recognized what Zhao Mingming was doing immediately. "The Moon God Cult does not advocate fighting with others, so they pray devoutly before every fight."

Wu Quan asked in surprise: "If we are attacked by surprise, can't we fight back?"

"That's not the case!"

"Has the reputation of Qianmu Temple spread to the Moon God Sect in Dongzhou?" Zi Luan asked with a smile.

Wang Ping pretended not to hear.

The result of this duel was that Zhao Mingming won. He used his "art of seeing every tree and grass as an enemy" to perfection and completely drained away the true energy in his opponent's body.

On the second day, the first duel was between Wang Ping's disciples. The baby was a boy that Shen Xiaozhu brought back from his training outside. He only had a Buddhist name, 'Muyun'. He had already completed his foundation building and was a popular candidate for the top spot in this foundation building contest.

However, the first prize was finally won by a disciple from Qianmu Guanhuo Academy.

"He is a disciple that Senior Ruan Chunzi accepted when Jinhuai City was in turmoil sixty years ago!" Xia Wenyi explained to Wang Ping: "He has been very low-key in the sect over the years..."

He had just explained a few words when the outer disciples gathered on the south side of the stage suddenly started to riot for some reason. Wang Ping immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw a disciple wearing the outer Taoist robe of Qianmu Temple vomiting blood continuously, with pieces of flesh wriggling in his vomited blood.

When Wang Ping stood up, some outer disciples who were watching the fight began to vomit blood!

(End of this chapter)