Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 353: Fei Family Competition
"Master, this..." Fei Nan'ao really had no intention of putting Master Kang on the spot. He really wanted to protect this nephew-in-law who he liked more and more.

"It doesn't matter. My son-in-law is half a son too." The white-haired old woman at the side naturally echoed. In order to make fun of Kang Dabao, she even uttered such vulgar slang from her mouth.

The purple-robed old man smiled faintly and said, "Ha, the old lady is right. It is not a good idea for the boys to always stay at home and work behind closed doors. They can only sit in a well and watch the world, but it is difficult to recognize the heroes of the world.

You two, just relax. This time I am not coming empty-handed. Before I leave, I even asked Elder Ye to give me some instructions. You must not hide your mistakes this time, or you will regret it."

Since the Jindan upper cultivator had already spoken, there was no reason for Fei Nan to refuse. The latter looked at Kang Dabao with a sigh in his eyes, thinking to himself: "This kid came out to be the first to do something, and he ran into this kind of thing."

Seeing the Fei family's true practitioners in the hall eager to try, Fei Nan'ao knew that it would not be easy for Master Kang to pass this level.

The Fei family members of Sheshan Hall had been far away from their homeland and missed the prosperity of Yingzhou. Today, it was a rare opportunity for the elder of our clan to come and he promised them a generous reward.

Even if you fight hard, you won't be able to take first place, but it would be a good thing if you can leave some impression in front of the elders.

Under such circumstances, who wouldn’t want to perform well?
"You can't hide!" Kang Dabao immediately realized that this was why he always liked to hide in the crowd. A needle in a bag or a tree standing out in the forest will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Under Fei Shuhe's surprised gaze, the head of the Kang family stepped out, pinched the latter's soft and boneless hands, and replied respectfully: "Thanks to the kindness of the elder, it is what I wish for, I dare not ask for it."

"Haha, your son-in-law is a bachelor!" The purple-robed old man was unmoved after hearing this, and only smiled and praised. "In that case, let's get started."

"Your Highness, I have something else to say." As soon as the purple-robed old man finished speaking, Kang Dabao interrupted and said:
"I, Kang Dabao, was born in the 387th year of Qianfeng. I have been practicing in a muddle-headed way until today and have achieved nothing. Moreover, I have little knowledge and can't even recognize a few Taoist scriptures.

Some time ago, I was still hoping for the best and went to a dangerous secret place. This was an act of arrogance. I am not very capable and even lost my precious spiritual weapon in the formation. I was also injured and have not recovered yet.

Please don't misunderstand, Elder Wanwang. I am saying this not to find excuses for future defeat, but because I am afraid of tarnishing the reputation of all the talented people in the Fei family.

After all, after the competition, if some people want to say that the victory was not fair, it would be unpleasant.

Sect Leader Kang paused for a moment, and after he had glanced at the purple-robed old man's expression calmly, the kind-hearted man spoke with confidence:
"So I beg the elders to choose another day to fight. Don't let a crude and ignorant me ruin this event that the Fei family has been dreaming of for a long time."

"This elder, although this kid is a bit cunning, his words are not without reason. Can the small competition in the hall be postponed for a while, how about a month?"

While Fei Nan'ao was giving advice, he was also applauding Kang Dabao's words in his heart. The latter was indeed smooth in his handling of the matter. He was clearly trying to shirk responsibility, but he had a reason and evidence; he was clearly belittling himself, but he didn't let others look down on him.

The purple-robed old man showed a little surprise. He stopped the white-haired old woman who was about to say something, and looked at Master Kang with a more serious look.

After hearing what Fennan said, he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I can't stay that long. It's better to do it today than to wait for a better day. It's not easy to change it now."

"However, what the son-in-law of the Kang family said is not without reason. You are injured and have no magical weapon. If the Fei family's men win, it will be an unfair victory."

After he finished speaking, the old man's fingertips flashed with light, and an exquisite and elegant green jade bottle suddenly appeared in his hand. He then handed the jade bottle to Kang Dabao, who was a little surprised.

"This is a third-level lower-grade Hundred Herbs Soul-Nourishing Pill. You should be able to refine it in two hours. By then, your injuries will be healed as before."

"Hundred Herbs Soul-enhancing Pill? This is a healing pill commonly used by Jindan cultivators! Not only can it heal this kid's injuries, but the remaining two-thirds of the medicinal power can save him another three to five years of hard work to break through to the late stage of foundation building!" The white-haired old woman was shocked and angry, and was very puzzled by the purple-robed old man's behavior.

The head of Kangda had never thought that the patriarch of the Fei family would be so generous.

You must know that the higher the grade of the elixir, the harder it is to find. For example, the first-grade medicine for injuries used by minor Qi training practitioners can be said to be everywhere in the David Immortal Dynasty; but this is not the case for advanced Golden Core practitioners. Third-grade elixirs are considered rare in the David Immortal Dynasty.

Either you have to stick your neck out and go to a large business like Wanbao Trading Company to get ripped off, or you have to try your luck at a high-end auction.

As for making friends with a third-rank alchemist and obtaining a stable purchasing channel, ordinary Jindan cultivators would not even dare to think about it.

Therefore, for a Jindan upper cultivator, this third-level elixir is also precious. Moreover, the Baicao Yunling Pill that the purple-robed old man took out is rare even among the third-level healing elixirs because of its positive and peaceful characteristics.

It was indeed a bit extravagant to give such elixirs to Kang Dabao, a mere foundation-building cultivator, to heal his wounds. But the purple-robed old man showed no reluctance and only urged Kang Dabao to go and come back quickly:

"I can cure your injury, but I have no way to deal with this spiritual weapon. However, the world is like this, and God will not accommodate you in everything. After two hours, hurry up and don't delay things."

Without waiting for Kang Dabao to respond, he took up the wine glass again and shouted: "Don't stop drinking, don't stop drinking. Only those who can drink strong liquor and subdue dragons and tigers are good sons of the Fei family!"

Kang Dabao, with his sharp eyes that were almost solidified into substance, used his eyes to comfort Fei Shuhe, who looked worried, and then he nervously asked for a quiet room from one of Fei Nan'ao's bodyguards.

"A third-level pill is different." Sect Leader Kang first looked at the pill carefully. As soon as he brought the inky-black pill close to his nose, he felt dizzy from the overwhelming spiritual power.

"Tsk, I really can't bear to swallow it. It would be great if I could store this pill in the sect's treasury as a top-quality spiritual item to save the life of my Chongming disciple."

Kang Dabao murmured for a while before he realized it was ridiculous.

This is an opportunity that many people dream of but cannot obtain! When the purple-robed old man was performing the elixir just now, even the Fei family disciples in the hall were extremely jealous of him. He was really used to worrying about things, and he actually wanted to give up this good thing? !

With a "gulp" sound, the pill entered the mouth and entered the stomach of the headmaster Kang along with the golden juice. The outermost layer of the pill was dissolved first, and the medicinal power flowed into the clear air and penetrated into the acupoints.

Not long after, Kang Dabao felt that all his meridians were unblocked, and the serious illnesses and hidden injuries he had suffered before were visibly getting better. Even the minor wounds in his meridians caused by his earlier mistakes in the circulation of qi were restored to their original state with the help of the pure qi.

Time passed bit by bit, until the volume of the Baicao Yunling Pill had shrunk to two-thirds of its original size. Master Kang, who had closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a long time, finally opened his eyes.

"Phew, this feeling is wonderful, not much worse than the Mixed One Knot Method."

The head of the Kang family felt his body was more relaxed than ever before, which was something he had not experienced in many years. "Let's fight, who cares? Just taking this pill is not a loss."

After thinking it through, Kang Dabao put away his usual cautious appearance and walked with great strides into the lively banquet at the Fei family's table.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he pulled out the Fei family's true practitioners who seemed to be immersed in the banquet.

The purple-robed old man was the most respected, and no one could speak before him. He stopped Kang Dabao who was about to make a polite thank you, and shouted to Fei Nan'an, "Well, well, why are you so late, son-in-law of the Kang family? Nan'an, bring another jar of new wine, and make it spicier, just in time to add some flavor to this kid."

"All right, guys, it's time for you to show off your skills!" The purple-robed old man then threw out an extremely gorgeous lottery tube, and then a bit of spiritual light emanated from the tip of his sword-like finger, which randomly scattered the purple jade bamboo sticks in the tube and dropped them into the hands of every cultivator participating in the competition.

"Tsk," Kang Dabao's little trick of telling his age didn't work, which was within his expectation. The purple-robed old man had a keen eye and didn't care about the little trick used by the former.

"Thirty-four. My luck is not bad." Master Kang whispered his number, pinched the high-quality purple jade bamboo stick in his hand, and thought about secretly putting it away later.

After all, if I can bring it back to Chongming Tower, I can at least refine a top-quality magic weapon to enrich the shelf.

The number lots had just been distributed, and one of the bodyguards accompanying the purple-robed old man, a handsome young man with a single horn on his head, started the formation and set up four huge arenas on a low hill next to the long banquet table.

"The same rule applies. You are not allowed to use any external objects that are not higher than the second level. Exceptions can be made for those that you refine yourself after being inspected by the referee." The purple-robed old man did not elaborate. He just whispered another sentence and urged the monks participating in the competition to go up to the arena.

There was no mention of any warnings such as not to use desperate means or not to hurt people's lives in his words. It was not known whether he was confident in his own strength or whether the Fei family's young master had always been as down-to-earth as real gold and fire.

"Bingzitai." Kang Dabao found his seat and looked up, feeling something was not right. The person sitting in the referee's seat was the old lady with white hair who had a deep prejudice against him.

The old woman still had that calm look on her face. She stood there with her eyes closed, not paying any attention and not listening, waiting for the young disciple to come forward.

There was nothing that could be done about bad luck, and Kang Dabao had no choice. He looked around and counted the Fei family monks who were participating in the competition one by one, and there were only thirty-two of them.

This means that apart from Fei Nanying and the white-haired old woman, the two Fei family monks who were chosen by the purple-robed old man to be referees, there were more than ten Fei family monks who did not participate.

"My lord, you may not know that the Fei family's small competition only selects cultivators who are at the foundation building stage or above and under the age of 150 to participate." Fei Shuhe saw that Kang Dabao had some doubts and explained in a low voice.

"Son-in-law, look over there." Nanny Sun pointed at a middle-aged man in yellow clothes on the A-shaped stage and said in a deep voice:
"That master is called Fei Nanhu, and he is in the late stage of foundation building. He practices the Hong-level top-grade technique "The Blazing Flame and Burning River Technique", and his fire skills are extremely sharp. He has a top-grade spiritual weapon, the Fire Lord Seal, and he once used it to force back a cultivator at the peak of foundation building. In his early years, he volunteered to go to Haitang Prefecture in Liangxi Road to serve in the army for half a century. During this time, he killed 39 second-level monsters and countless first-level monsters. After that, he went to Lianghe Road to study for ten years. Compared with before, his strength should have improved a lot."

Nanny Sun is indeed familiar with the inner workings of the Fei family. Even Fei Shuhe, a member of the Fei family, cannot match her in this respect. The head of the Kang family cast his eyes on Fei Nanhu and narrowed his eyes slightly: "He is indeed a strong opponent."

Fenan Hu's opponent was a young cultivator in the early stage of foundation building. Just by looking at the latter's weak foundation, Kang Dabao could tell that he was most likely no match for this ruthless character, Fenan Hu.

The fact turned out to be just as Master Kang had expected. After the young cultivator called out "Uncle" with difficulty, he was defeated by the shadow of Fenan Hu's Fire Dragon in just ten breaths.

This was because Fei Nanhut took into consideration the presence of the elders of the clan today and gave the younger generation enough face.

However, if today's competition was not organized by the great figure, the old man in purple robe, this young cultivator might not even have the courage to fight him and would jump off the stage on his own.

Among the eight people in this round, except Fei Nan Hu, there was only a mid-stage cultivator holding a black jade ring knife who was slightly worthy of the attention of Master Kang, and the rest were all insignificant.

As the loser left the stage, the next round of eight Fei family monks quickly entered the stage.

In this round, Nanny Sun also commented on several monks, but after Kang Dabao looked at them, he did not find that any of them had such outstanding performance as Fei Nanhu.

Even in his eyes, these children from wealthy families, apart from having more splendid robes and magical weapons, were much inferior to the monks from the border areas of Shannan Road in terms of viciousness and cruelty.

"There are two mid-stage cultivators in this round whose methods are not even as powerful as Taoist Fire Dragon." Master Kang thought to himself that it seemed that he had overestimated these people from the capital before.

That's true. Even though they are all children of the Fei family, not all of them can be as brilliant as Fei Nanying. There are always more mediocre people in this world, but they are born better and can indeed stand higher than ordinary people.

The battles between these cultivators always happened in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, half of the Fei family cultivators who had participated in the competition had already finished.

As soon as the third round began, Nanny Sun pointed out a person worthy of attention to the head of Kangda: "The gentleman in the blue shirt at Jiazitai is called Fei Nanfeng, the young lady's uncle, the fifth child in the family, and now serves as the household official in the governor's mansion, and is highly regarded by Governor Zhu Tong."

"Is this the notorious Master Fei Wu?" Kang Dabao sighed inwardly. He had come to the Fei family quite often in recent years, but in all these times, he had never spent a moment with this uncle-in-law. The latter's attitude towards his nephew-in-law was self-evident.

Fei Nanfeng's ability was not weak, as he was also in the late stage of cultivation. Although his foundation did not seem to be as solid as Fei Nan Hu's, with a top-grade spiritual weapon-level Qilin-patterned inkstone, he was able to easily defeat his opponent in the first round, a very burly mid-stage cultivator.

"He is quite powerful. He should be slightly stronger than Wu Cangyun." Kang Dabao felt a little relieved and thought to himself that if he met this uncle Yue later, he would have to be gentle and give some face to Fei Shuhe and Bo Yue Fei Sima.

Fei Nanfeng Fang walked down the stage with a somewhat smug look on his face, and Nanny Sun pointed to a purple-bearded monk in the arena for Kang Dabao.

"Sir, please look. That is Master Fei Enhua. He is the only Ice Leaf Daoist cultivator in our Sheshan Hall in the past sixty years, except for Miss Wanqing. He practices the middle-grade cosmic-level technique 'Jade Liquid and White Gold Technique' and is good at using the dual swords of water and fire."

Fei Enhua was in the middle stage of foundation building, with a handsome face, but he was very violent in fighting. He danced wildly with his water and fire swords, cutting the female cultivator with a spear on the opposite side, who was also in the middle stage of foundation building, and she cried out in pain.

However, although the latter has a Qingye Dao foundation and has only learned a Hong-level technique, it is clear that he is not an easy person to deal with.

Relying on the Hong-level body-refining method that he also practiced, after withstanding the initial wave of fierce attacks, he was able to fight the latter back and forth for a while.

Although Fei Enhua's martial arts skills were very high, he still had a very hard time fighting. There were several times when he was almost found out of weakness by the female cultivator with the spear and was knocked off the stage on the spot.

In the end, Fei Enhua was able to win with a slight advantage because his martial arts skills were far superior to his peer's.

Kang Dabao saw the purple-robed old man who had been paying attention to the overall situation frowned, and he also saw that Fei Nanying, who was just presiding over a round of duel, had the same expression.

"This Fei Enhua's water and fire double swords combine yin and yang, and there is some ingenuity in it, which is worth seeing. But I'm afraid he thinks too highly of himself. He only read the "Jade Liquid and White Gold Technique" and chose a technique that is not suitable for him at all.

Without understanding the true meaning, I'm afraid his cultivation was quite difficult. If he was willing to work harder and learn a Hong-level technique that he could thoroughly understand, he would have defeated the female spear cultivator long ago."

Kang Dabao did not think that this Bingye Foundation Establishment-level opponent, the only one among the Fei family's opponents in the competition, was worthy of his attention.

As they both were at the Ice Leaf Foundation Building stage, even though the third brother's cultivation was much inferior to Fei Enhua's, Sect Leader Kang was confident that Jiang Qing could easily defeat him.

After Fei Enhua won the game with difficulty, it was finally the turn of the fourth round of monks including Kang Dabao to play.

Kang Dabao and his opponent on the stage first greeted the referee, a white-haired old woman, and then exchanged greetings with a handsome monk with disheveled hair opposite him.

This scattered monk, Sect Leader Kang, had heard Nanny Sun say in the audience that his name was Fernanben, a late-stage monk with unknown abilities.

As the only outsider in this small competition, the head of Kangda naturally attracted most of the attention from the audience.

After all, after the purple-robed old man's previous intentional or unintentional fanning of the flames, none of these young Fei family practitioners wanted to defeat Kang Dabao in the arena with their own hands.

Feinanbenxian was also very satisfied with his luck. Don't think that Kang Dabao had participated in many major events in recent years, such as killing fake elixirs in formations and killing those who were building their foundations in succession, which seemed to be quite stirring up trouble.

But Fenanben scoffed at these rumors. A down-and-out young sect leader who was still lingering in the middle stage of Qi training at the age of thirty, even if he was lucky enough to build the Ice Leaf Dao foundation thanks to the care of his wife's family, what abilities could he have when he had only built the foundation for ten years?
I'm afraid he doesn't even have a Hongjie Dao technique that has reached the level of proficiency! God knows if the state court deliberately compiled many things to put on his head in order to flatter this horse bone.

Even if he became a mid-stage cultivator in a short period of time by relying on the Tiger and Wolf Medicine, so what? How could his spiritual power be as pure as the one I gained through hard practice? ! I am a genuine late-stage cultivator, and I have been building my foundation for more than a hundred years!

“Maybe the elders in the clan are watching me from behind!” Thinking of this, Fenanben did not put on airs as a senior and took the initiative to attack.

"Swish, swish, swish." Five fierce ice spikes were easily blocked by Kang Dabao with the Yixian Plate. "It seems that the Taoism is just mediocre."

As soon as the head of Kangda had the idea, Fernanben swung a saber and slashed down at him. The position of the chess plate did not move, and it took all the sword light.

"This spiritual weapon is also mediocre." This time, Kang Dabao was unable to feel the excitement and fear of the Yixianpan, so he made another judgment.

"You unruly youngster!"

The two consecutive moves did not cause Kang Dabao to suffer, but instead made him "put on airs". Feinan's plan to defeat him quickly was completely dashed, so he shouted loudly, and a layer of golden light wrapped on the blade of the saber, and chopped down heavily.

"Even your swordsmanship is mediocre!" Master Kang raised his eyebrows, and the scarred Yixian Plate was still held out as usual, with a few fragments falling off from the sword light.

This made Fenanben very excited: "Being poor is not good, I don't even have the money to maintain the top-grade defensive spiritual weapon that the uncle gave me as a reward!"

"Pursue the victory!" Fenanben was very excited and slashed out several sword auras. After they were "difficultly" resolved by the Yixianpan, Fenanben, seeing that his swordsmanship was so powerful, he even dared to get close to Kang Dabao with a knife and slashed him desperately.

"Idiot!" The white-haired old woman sighed softly and then closed her eyes.

"Heh," the purple-robed old man in the distance raised his lips slightly and shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"Dang Clang" two golden lights suddenly shot out in just a moment, and the saber that Fernanben still trusted flew out of his hand. This high-quality spiritual weapon of good appearance only rotated twice in the air, and then it was heavily inserted into the diamond stone that constructed the arena.

It's not that his master didn't react, but that he had no way to react. At this moment, Fernanben's face was ashen, and a broad palm was tightly binding his throat. The short and thick fingers seemed to be able to easily pull his throat out, making him unable to move.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Failed!?"

"Uncle Nanben, why did you do this?!"

The head of the Kang family turned a deaf ear to the noise and just stared at the old woman with white hair. The latter had no expression of sadness or joy. After a while of silence, she spoke: "Kang Dabao, you won."

(End of this chapter)