Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 58: A Cutting Off

True disciple...the future foundation of Shuiyunjian.

The condition for becoming a true disciple is to break through to the twelfth level of Qi Condensation before the age of thirty-six. You should know that many cultivators begin to prepare for foundation building when they reach the eleventh level of Qi Condensation, and only a few cultivators will continue to strive for the Qi Condensation realm.

What's more, there are age requirements. Most cultivators start practicing at the age of twelve, which means that it takes twenty-four years to reach the twelfth level of Qi Condensation, which is quite difficult.

Apart from this condition, there is only one chance for the two peaks to fight each other...

Chen Mu secretly clicked his tongue.

"I thought Senior Sister Zong Bing would secure a spot, but now I'm afraid someone is going to challenge her to prove her potential..."

Thinking of this, he turned his head to Han Jing and asked, "Senior Sister Han, do you know the disciple at the forefront of Dutian Peak?"

Han Jing followed his gaze, nodded, and replied softly, "That's Senior Brother Zeng Yongan. He reached the tenth level of Qi Condensation several years ago. Among our generation of Immortal Seedlings, he and Senior Sister are equally talented... but now it seems that Senior Sister is superior."

Chen Mu nodded and continued to look at the platform.

At this time, the headmaster and others had already taken their seats, and only Uncle Zhang came forward and patiently explained the rules of the competition over and over again.

"There are ten flags here. I will plant them on the ten stages and set up protective barriers. After one day, the barriers will dissipate. Whoever stands on the stage and takes down the flag will take up a spot..."

"But please note that each person can only choose one arena. Once you choose one, regardless of whether you win or lose, you cannot go to another arena."

"You all need to understand that this competition isn't about individual combat power, but about your coordination..."

"Is there anything you don't quite understand? ... Since you all understand, then I'll be frank. If anyone breaks the rules, don't blame me for being rude!"

Seeing that no one in the audience said anything, Uncle Zhang waved his sleeves, and ten flags of different but extremely bright colors flew out and were accurately inserted into the ten raised platforms in the square.

The next moment, the flag fluttered in the wind, and a transparent light shield slowly rose up, protecting the flag.

"The competition... begins!"

As soon as the words fell, several figures rushed out from the two peaks and ran towards the arena they had chosen.

There were four people on the Tianhu Peak side. Zong Bing, with his sleeves fluttering, stood on the Jiayi arena. Xu Yang followed closely behind him and stepped onto the Dingsi arena. Then it was Ge Guanghe and Ningxia, who stood on the Gengqi and Renjiu arenas respectively.

The disciples of Dutian Peak were not to be outdone and occupied the remaining arenas one after another, leaving only Arena B2 empty.

Chen Mu looked at Zeng Yongan, who was still standing at the front of the queue with a gloomy face and standing still. He was not surprised.

Although Du Tianfeng's initial arrangement might be to let Zeng Yongan occupy the B2 arena, this way he could avoid Zong Bing and secure a spot.

But if Zeng Yongan still wanted to be a true disciple, he would definitely seek an opportunity to fight with Zong Bing.

After all, he has been practicing Taoism for twenty years, but he is still at the tenth level of Qi Condensation. Breaking through two levels in four years is probably impossible...

"It's actually beneficial to Tianhu Peak. Dutian Peak will need to allocate more disciples to occupy the B2 Arena. This will also reduce the pressure on Ningxia and the others, but..."

Chen Mu pondered for a moment, then looked up at Shi Xin, the master of Dutian Peak, who was standing on the high platform. When he saw his expression, Chen Mu felt a little surprised.

Shi Xin did not seem unhappy that his disciples disobeyed his orders. Instead, he looked at Zeng Yongan with interest, as if Zeng Yongan's choice was quite to his liking.

Chen Mu shook his head and looked away.

"Senior Brother Ge, I like the Gengqi Arena very much. Why don't you give it to me?"

A loud and wild laugh suddenly rang out, attracting the attention of those who had not yet taken action. A bald male cultivator in a brown robe jumped up from the Dutian Peak team, summoned a long sword, the blade flashed faintly with yellow light, and with the blessing of magic power, he slashed fiercely at Ge Guanghe on the ring.

Seeing that the newcomer was not panicked at all, Ge Guanghe laughed even more wildly, as if he was competing with the newcomer in terms of voice.

"I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be Junior Brother Ding, who was no match for me when we were in the outer sect. How could he think that after practicing for more than ten years at Dutian Peak, he could surpass me?" "Crack!"

A thick wooden wall suddenly appeared. Although it was cracked by the sword light, it still blocked the sudden attack of the oncoming man.

Seeing that the wooden wall was held, Ge Guanghe made up his mind and immediately took out a thorn whip. With a crackling sound, he suddenly lashed at the defenseless male cultivator named Ding.

When the male cultivator saw the whip coming towards his face, he did not dodge or avoid it. Instead, he sneered and twisted his arms, which instantly became thicker. He picked up the long sword and spun around, dancing tightly to protect his body.

"That's all. Apart from your realm, you haven't made any progress in the past ten years!"

"Ding ding ding..."

A series of crisp sounds of metal collisions rang out one after another.

Ge Guanghe's expression changed, and he quickly pulled back the whip in his hand, only to see that the thorns at the tip of the whip had been cut off.

"Hahaha... Ge Guanghe! I've been holding a grudge against you for fifteen years!"

With a loud shout, the male cultivator named Ding used all his strength to activate his magic power, and the magic power fluctuations belonging to the ninth level of Qi Condensation soared into the sky.

The next moment, the male cultivator named Ding's whole body suddenly lit up with light, but it disappeared in a flash, and then several yellow lines slowly covered his exposed skin.

Without saying a word, he rushed towards Ge Guanghe on the stage, dragging his long sword on the ground, leaving sparks.

"cut!"

The male cultivator named Ding gritted his teeth, jumped up, and rose to the air. He raised his right arm and the handle of the knife fell between his two hands. He then raised it high above his head. Under the influx of magic power, the blade trembled slightly.

"boom!"

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the wooden wall in front of Ge Guanghe suddenly exploded, but the knife light did not dissipate, and with a mysterious feeling of destroying will, it continued to chop at him like lightning.

Ge Guanghe's eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't dare to think too much. He used all his strength to hold up the magic shield and drive the black iron inner armor he was wearing.

"puff!"

Ge Guanghe spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled backwards like a sack.

The male cultivator named Ding was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on his figure.

"Cough cough cough..." After a moment, Ge Guanghe staggered and stood up. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn, and the low-grade magic weapon, the black iron inner armor, was broken into two and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, his inner armor blocked the sharp and destructive aura of the sword, causing him to only endure the pain of the impact of his magic power...

When the male cultivator named Ding saw that Ge Guanghe was still able to stand up, he immediately forced himself to swing his sword again, but suddenly his eyes went black and he fell down.

“Hehehe…hahahahaha!”

Seeing the male cultivator surnamed Ding faint, Ge Guanghe relaxed and laughed heartily. Combined with his blood-stained appearance, it was quite shocking...

"Luckily, Senior Brother Ge has a defensive magic weapon. Otherwise, with Junior Brother Ding's Severing Will Slash, he would be lucky to have survived..."

Han Jing saw Chen Mu watching seriously, so she explained to him in a low voice.

"Severing Will Slash?"

"That's right, this is a high-level spell. When you cast it, yellow lines will appear on your body, and all your magic power and physical strength will be condensed into a single slash!"

"Success means destroying others' intentions; failure means destroying your own intentions..."

(End of this chapter)