Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 12: Ascension Conference (1)

A few days later, more people had gathered at the foot of Tainan Mountain, and they were all looking forward to the Ascension Conference officially beginning.

Finally, a Jindan-stage elder wearing the iconic attire of the Yanyue Sect slowly walked onto the stage. Spiritual energy surged around him, and he was surrounded by a faint glow. His every move was unfathomable, and his powerful aura emanated, instantly quieting the originally noisy crowd below the stage.

The elder glanced around and spoke in a voice as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the venue: "Everyone, the once-in-a-decade Ascension Conference has officially begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers and discussions from the audience, and everyone's emotions were aroused.

The elder raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said: "The rules of this conference are very simple. The winner will be decided by a competition.

Once you step onto the ring, it's a life-or-death battle, and it won't end until one side surrenders or dies, so please think carefully before you step on stage."

After hearing this, many people in the audience looked solemn. After all, this was a matter of life and death. However, there were also some cultivators who were skilled and bold and quite confident in their own strength, and their eyes flashed with eagerness to try.

The elder paused and continued, "The seven major sects have prepared a total of seventy places this time, and each sect has ten places to recruit disciples.

Any cultivator who can defeat ten people in a row in the arena will automatically get a place in the sect. In addition, if one side is defending the arena and no one comes up to challenge within one incense stick of time, the defender will also automatically get a place. This place is on a first-come, first-served basis until it is full.

Furthermore, every person who obtains a spot will receive a precious Foundation Establishment Pill as a reward. This Foundation Establishment Pill will be of great help to your future cultivation."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another uproar in the crowd. For many cultivators who were still struggling in the Qi training stage, the Foundation Establishment Pill was a dream treasure. With it, the success rate of breaking through the Foundation Establishment stage would be greatly increased. This was undoubtedly a huge temptation.

As the elder finished explaining the rules, the atmosphere around the ring instantly became hot and tense.

Some impatient monks have begun to get ready to go on stage and try their skills.

Lin Fan and Su Yao looked at each other and saw tension and determination in each other's eyes. They knew that this test of fate was about to begin officially. Next, they had to rely on their own strength to fight for a place on this stage.

With the elder's order, the Ascension Conference officially began.

There were seven tall arenas standing in the venue, each of which emitted a faint spiritual light, as if calling everyone to come on stage and show their skills.

These seven arenas correspond to the seven major sects, namely Yanyue Sect, Huangfeng Valley, Lingshou Mountain, Jujian Sect, Qingxu Sect, Tianque Fort and Huadaowu.

Many monks watched for a while, and then began to rush towards the arena of their favorite sect.

Some monks had clear goals and hurried forward towards a certain arena. It was obvious that they had long been fascinated by that sect and were determined to win it.

Some were hesitating between several rings, looking at those who were ready to defend or challenge, while thinking about which side they had a better chance of winning, with a look of confusion on their faces.

Some cultivators called their friends and discussed going to a certain arena together, thinking that if they could join the same sect together, they would be able to take care of each other in the future.

Lin Fan and Su Yao stood in the crowd, also seriously considering which sect to choose.

Su Yao looked at the arenas, her eyes full of longing, and whispered to Lin Fan, "Lin Fan, have you decided which sect to join? I heard that the Yanyue Sect has mostly female disciples, and the techniques are very suitable for women to practice. It is also said that the scenery inside the sect is picturesque, like a fairyland. I kind of want to give it a try."

Lin Fan nodded slightly, then looked at the other arenas. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Yanyue Sect is indeed very good, but I prefer Huangfeng Valley."

But this competition is extremely dangerous, so we have to be careful. No matter whether we can finally enter the sect of our choice, the most important thing is to save our lives first.

Su Yao nodded in agreement and said, "You are right, then let's each work hard and strive to enter the sect we want to go to."

After that, the two of them no longer hesitated. Su Yao walked towards the Yanyue Sect's arena, while Lin Fan walked towards the Huangfeng Valley's arena.

The monks around came and went, and the noisy voices and the sounds of spiritual power fluctuations were intertwined.

The entire Tainan Mountain was immersed in a tense and heated atmosphere, and this competition that would determine the fate of many cultivators was about to enter a white-hot stage.

Lin Fan stood under the arena of the Yellow Maple Valley, his eyes fixed on the movements on the stage, secretly calculating in his mind.

He knew in his heart that the places at the front and back of the Ascension Conference were often the hardest to get.

Those who go up first will have to face many challengers who are eager to try and in good shape. They have to fight one battle after another and can easily become exhausted.

Later on, there are fewer and fewer places left, and those monks who have not yet obtained a place will definitely try their best to fight for it, and the competition will only become more fierce.

So, after thinking it over, Lin Fan decided to wait for the first person to go up and explore the way, and then he would go up second or third.

As expected, a cultivator at the thirteenth level of Qi training soon stepped onto the stage of Huangfeng Valley. Looking at his high-spirited appearance, it was obvious that he was very confident in his own strength.

As soon as the cultivator took the stage, he clasped his hands and bowed to the audience, announcing, "I am Li Feng. I have come here today to compete for a place in the Yellow Maple Valley with my own abilities. I hope my fellow cultivators will show mercy!" With that, he took up his stance, ready to greet the challenger. Seeing someone take the stage first, the cultivators in the audience watched for a moment, then, unable to contain themselves, one after another flew onto the stage, eager to test Li Feng's abilities.

For a moment, the arena was filled with flickering spiritual energy, and various spells and magical weapons intertwined and collided, making the battle extremely fierce.

Li Feng did have some skills. He was able to deal with the challengers with ease at the beginning. Relying on his deep spiritual power foundation and exquisite use of spells, he defeated several people in succession.

But as the number of battles increased, his spiritual power was consumed more and more, his face gradually became pale, and his movements were no longer as flexible and agile as at the beginning.

Even so, he gritted his teeth and persevered, facing challengers who kept coming up to the stage one after another.

Finally, by the seventh game, he was at the end of his strength, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fatigue and unwillingness.

The challenger who came on stage this time saw the opportunity and took advantage of the flaw in his opponent's attack to throw out a magic weapon. The magic weapon turned into a stream of light at an extremely fast speed.

Li Feng wanted to dodge but it was too late. With a "puff" sound, the magic weapon hit him heavily. He flew towards the edge of the ring like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. He no longer had the strength to get up and fight again. He could only sigh helplessly and walked down the ring dejectedly, his face full of frustration and loneliness.

When the people in the audience saw this, some felt sorry for him, while others were eager to take advantage of this opportunity to go on stage and compete for this rare spot. The atmosphere around the ring became increasingly tense and heated.

The man who had defeated the previous monk by taking advantage of the situation was now standing on the ring, with a look of pride on his face after winning by chance.

He assumed the next challenger would be as easily dealt with as before, so he repeated his old tricks, taking up his stance, raised his chin provocatively at the crowd, and shouted, "Anyone else want to come up and give it a try? My arena is still empty, haha!"

Soon, a cultivator who was unwilling to accept the defeat flew up and the two sides started fighting in an instant.

This man did have some skills. After several battles in a row, he managed to hold on by relying on flexible and varied spells and unexpected use of magical weapons.

However, as the number of battles increased, his mana was consumed at an extremely fast rate. After all, every battle did not allow for any slackness, and he faced opponents who were determined to win a spot, and their attacks were more fierce than the last.

Later, his face became paler, his breathing became rapid, and the spiritual energy in his body fluctuated in disorder. He was already at the end of his strength.

Finally, in another fierce battle, his magic power was completely exhausted. Facing the opponent's fierce attack, he was no longer able to resist and was directly knocked out by the opponent. He fell awkwardly on the ring and lost the qualification to continue defending the ring.

Two consecutive defenders met the same fate, which made everyone in the audience nervous. However, the quota for Huangfeng Valley was too tempting, and people continued to go on stage to challenge.

At this time, a man with a sinister face walked onto the stage, his face full of hostility.

His eyes were grim as he glanced at the crowd below the stage. He thought to himself that if he continued to deal with the challengers indifferently as before, he would be exhausted to death on the stage sooner or later. He had to be ruthless and make others afraid so that they would not dare to go on stage easily.

Therefore, in the following battles, whenever someone came up to challenge him, he would show no mercy and use a killing move as soon as he attacked.

He was seen waving the magic weapon in his hand, bringing up streaks of blood. The spells he cast were accompanied by screams. The challengers who were hit by him basically had no chance of survival. They were either killed on the spot or seriously injured and on the verge of death.

For a moment, there was a dead silence under the ring. The monks who were originally eager to try were frightened by the tragic and bloody scene on the stage. Their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and no one dared to go on stage to challenge anymore.

The atmosphere around the entire arena became extremely depressing. Only the defender stood on the stage, his body stained with blood, looking coldly at the audience below. He looked like an evil spirit from the Nine Nether Hell, which was chilling.

The monk who had attacked with exceptional ferocity stood on the stage, his blood still wet, a terrifying, ferocious presence gleaming in the sunlight. His cold gaze swept across the audience, a look that seemed to carry a tangible intimidating force, causing the surrounding monks to subconsciously step back and remain silent.

As the time of an incense stick slowly passed, the audience remained silent. No one dared to go on stage to challenge.

After all, lives are at stake, and no one wants to risk their life for a spot. Faced with such a ruthless defender, even if everyone is unwilling, they can only swallow their thoughts temporarily.

Seeing this, the sect elder in charge of presiding over the Yellow Maple Valley Arena nodded slightly and said loudly, "One incense stick has passed. No one is coming up to challenge. This cultivator has successfully defended the arena and automatically obtained a spot in the Yellow Maple Valley Arena. He can also receive a Foundation Establishment Pill as a reward. You can go down and rest."

After he finished speaking, the ruthless monk finally showed a smug smile on his face. He bowed respectfully in the direction of the elder and then jumped off the stage.

Amidst the awe-filled or resentful gazes of the crowd, he swaggered towards the disciple area of ​​Huangfeng Valley. After all, he was now also a disciple of Huangfeng Valley.

With his departure, the atmosphere around the arena eased a little, but the monks were still frightened, and for a while no one dared to go on stage easily.

Everyone looked at each other, weighing the pros and cons in their minds, wondering whether they had the strength and courage to compete for the remaining spots.

Lin Fan stood in the crowd and secretly clenched his fists. He knew that the opportunity was rare. Although the situation was serious at the moment, if he continued to hesitate, the number of places would only become smaller and smaller.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he raised his foot and slowly walked towards the ring.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to him. They were all curious about the confidence of this monk who dared to come on stage at this time.

(End of this chapter)