My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 274 Isn't this swift-footed fellow his own leg?
The moment Su Ling'er finished speaking, the competition began.

"Come on!"

Qin Sihai, the leader of Jingtao Hall, and Ma Tietou of Wuzhu Hall shouted almost simultaneously. They exerted force with their feet, leaving shallow marks on the bluestone ground, both trying to take the lead.

Behind them, a group of skilled martial artists, bodyguards, and镖头 (bodyguards) from Anhe City displayed their unique abilities, leaping into the air and following closely behind. In an instant, the starting point was bustling with people, exuding a powerful aura.

"WOO~WOO~WOO~!"

Some of these groups moved with a strange howling sound. They did not pay attention to their movements and stances like martial artists; their upper bodies could even be described as strolling leisurely.

The strange thing is their lower body. Their legs suddenly have a whirlwind-like effect, and the frequency of their movement is so fast that it cannot be captured by the naked eye, leaving only blurry afterimages. Among them is Lin Qingfeng!
All of them implicitly agreed on one thing: not using spiritual power or internal energy doesn't mean you can't use riding costumes. Aren't those swift legs your own legs too? They're all the same!
Slurp!

In the blink of an eye, this group of people transformed into streaks of human smoke, instantly overtaking Qin Sihai and Ma Tietou, who were still gathering their strength to move forward, leaving all the NPC contestants far behind and creating a distance that could be described as an insurmountable chasm.

Lin Qingfeng also scanned these NPCs.

Qin Sihai

[Entry: None]

[Evaluation: Unremarkable, just an ordinary person with considerable strength and internal energy.]

【Ma Tietou】

[Entry: None]

[Evaluation: An unremarkable grasshopper with internal energy and a relatively high jump.]

Lin Qingfeng's lips twitched. It was all blank! All useless entries! The entire city of Anhe didn't even have a single entry that would catch his eye? This river?!
Furthermore, we overlooked the fact that with players involved, there's no way to properly recruit promising talents into the Guixi Sect. Now, they're all a bunch of scoundrels, not to mention, do they even deserve my luminous gems? Do they even deserve my longevity pills?

Take some copper coins and spirit stones as a participation prize to get rid of them, and then just enjoy the fun!
Because of the "ban on the use of spiritual power," players are trying to return to the most primitive street fighting mode.

The one running in front gets his belt grabbed from behind; the one who jumps gets hit by a shoe thrown at him, allowing someone who tries to interfere with the normal race of others to take the lead by using their speed.

This sudden scene brought the clamor at the starting line to an abrupt halt. All the spectators, both civilians and martial artists, stood frozen in place, mouths agape, speechless.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in uproar.

"What...what kind of movement technique is that?!" The old boxer rubbed his eyes. "I've been wandering the martial world for forty years, and I've never seen such...such unreasonable footwork! The upper body is as still as a mountain, while the lower body is as fast as a ghost. This is illogical!"

"Yes! Look at them, there's no sign of internal energy flowing through them. Could this be the legendary 'Divine Speed ​​Master' technique, which has long been lost?"

"Even the Swift-Footed Guards should strike a pose! Look at them, it's like their souls have been separated, the upper half of their souls are still wandering around, while the lower half is already rushing to be reincarnated!"

In the crowd, a sharp-eyed vendor recognized one figure: "Look! That beggar! Isn't that Jiang Shi, who begs for food every day in the west and south of the city?!" "With his stamina, he can cover a hundred meters in one step. He could easily make a living by running errands for any wealthy family in the city. Why does he bother begging with that broken bowl?!"

"Why are they fighting?! Are they really going to such lengths for rankings?!"

These words caused a huge stir in many people's hearts. How could a beggar on the street possess such a skill? Was he hiding his true abilities?

The disciples of Jingtao Hall looked ashen-faced as they watched their hall master's figure, which was running with all his might but was still being left behind.

Standing under the tree, Liu Yue watched Ma Tietou's figure, the fervor in her eyes quickly faded, leaving only a sigh: "Alas, all you can do is shout loudly, but when you actually run, you can't even touch a beggar's heel."

"No...no..." Su Ling'er was also stunned in the air. "Senior Brother! Didn't you say we weren't allowed to use spiritual power?!"

Su Ling'er spread her divine sense and sensed the energy fluctuations on the track. She was 100% certain that those who were far ahead, including her senior brother, did not have a single trace of spiritual power or internal energy circulating in their bodies. How did they manage to do that?
But how could this be? She could understand how her senior brother, with his unfathomable cultivation, could achieve such speed, but what about those mortals and Qi cultivators?
Su Ling'er's gaze was fixed on the legs of the group of people who were almost ethereal. Could it be... a secret technique that had never been heard of before?
Could it be an extremely simplified version of some kind of "external avatar"? It splits itself in two, with the upper body retaining the main soul, living comfortably and at ease, while the lower body is infused with a secondary soul that only knows how to run, which is then used as a tireless means of transportation.
Her gaze finally fell on the figure of the senior brother in the first group, and she felt a throbbing pain in her forehead.

Senior Brother being in the first tier was within Su Ling'er's expectations, but she still couldn't understand why someone with such profound cultivation would do something so childish. What was the difference between this and the top scholar of the imperial examination running off to compete with the village children in reciting the Three Character Classic?

However, what puzzled Su Ling'er the most was not her senior brother's "bullying the weak," but that those mortals or Qi cultivators in the same first tier as him were also holding their own and moving at an absurdly fast speed, which was even stranger!

It's one thing for the top scholar to bully others, but how come even Wang Dama, the pancake seller at the village entrance, can recite "The Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean" fluently alongside him? Has Anhe City been collectively blessed by some deity descended from heaven?

At the starting line, those players who had seen their actions and hadn't bought the "Speedy" bikes had already given up and found new fun.

Some readily joined Zhang San and Li Si in begging and selling steamed buns, while others pulled out an old erhu from somewhere, sat on the ground, and started playing with great flair.

The next moment, a piercing sound shattered the noise, and the sound, which was completely random, successfully attracted the attention of the people nearby.

A young martial artist with a sword nearby also painfully covered his ears, cupping his fists in a gesture of respect towards the performer. "Brother, please stop. Let's talk this out. Why resort to such indiscriminate sonic internal energy? If you keep going, even the rats around here will bleed from their seven orifices!"

A middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman blushed and said, "Stop! Stop it! You really have no talent for playing!"

However, the player ignored the protests around him. His eyes were closed, his head swayed with the swing of his arms, and a faint smile even lingered on his lips. He was completely immersed in his own artistic world and could not extricate himself.

Su Ling'er stared blankly at this scene, and began to seriously doubt whether she had been away from home for too long and had developed some wrong memories of her hometown. When did Anhe City produce so many oddballs?

She remembered that before she left home, street performers in the city at least played with some rhythm. But this guy in front of her was making noise in public that would annoy even the dead, and he still had a look of ecstasy on his face. This was not just making a fool of himself; it was practically a mental attack on those around him with noise.

Just as everyone was about to reach their limit and was about to attack, the ear-piercing sound abruptly stopped. The player had finally turned up the volume, heard the music he was playing, and nodded: "My playing does sound a bit awful..."

Everyone: "Wait... you're only just realizing this now?!"

(End of this chapter)