Ti flew by, and more than half a month passed.
On this day, deep within the secret realm of the Taoist Academy, several disheveled figures struggled through the dense foliage, reaching the edge of a desolate area.
Admiring the colorful glow floating in the upper sky, a beautiful woman in white, with a golden whip around her waist, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Wow, the spiritual energy here is overwhelmingly rich! The Beihai Secret Realm truly deserves to be called the foremost blessed land of this domain."
At this mont, Hui Junzi, ranked ninth in the grand competition, casually agreed, "Senior Sister Xiao is right. If we could cultivate here for a hundred years, reaching the Golden Core Perfect Realm might just be within reach."
"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant fellows. How could this secret realm compare to our sect’s inner mountain gate? Once you enter, a hundred years is enough for a mortal to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm..."
The stunning Chen Jinhui imdiately rebuked her kin, "Zuling, do not speak so discourteously."
Chen Zuling, dignified in appearance, found his expression gloomy and his pride wounded upon seeing his elder cousin scold him for outsiders.
Seeing this, Niu Ganshan quickly added, "I dare not dream of making it into the top hundred of the grand competition. As long as I can make it out alive, I’ll be content."
"To rank among the top hundred is exceedingly difficult! If you’re only in the Foundation Establishnt Realm, there is no hope for the top hundred. Only by breaking through and solidifying a pill to beco a Golden Core Master is there a sliver of hope!"
The speaker was Xie Chengfeng, the current top contender in the Taoist Academy’s grand competition and a sword cultivator. He was born with a sword body and reached Foundation Establishnt Perfection twenty years ago. Yet, to polish an impeccable heart for the sword, he’s been sitting atop Ten Thousand Sword Peak for over two decades, refusing to take that step forward.
Xie Chengfeng’s sigh instantly drew the gaze of the other nine, snapping their sowhat dreamy mood back to harsh reality.
Except for this sword obsessor, probably none of the other nine dared claim full confidence in overcoming that terrifying heavenly tribulation. If even half of them could ascend to the Golden Core Realm, it would be a miraculous fortune!
Haha!
Amidst the shared unease, a wild laugh ca from above. Everyone looked up to see three streaks of tunneling light descending from the sky, halting abruptly above them.
As the tunneling light dissipated, three imposing Golden Core Masters appeared.
"Brother Chen Yizhuo!"
"President Zhu!"
"Kan Fuzi!"
At the sight of these arrivals, everyone showed expressions of awe and saluted them respectfully.
The reason being that these three were considered the most outstanding disciples of the Beihai Daoist School in nearly a century and had the best hope of making it into the top hundred of the century’s grand academy competition.
Chen Yizhuo descended gracefully before everyone, courteously greeting his junior brothers and sisters.
Zhu Hong, as the forr president of the Striving Association, was noticeably more severe. After a brief exchange with Xiao Junjiao, Niu Ganshan, and a few others, he turned to gaze at the distant Void Abyss Well, his expression mildly obsessed and excited.
Kan Fuzi, whose real na is Kan Qinghua, usually calls himself the old man. Despite looking like a pale young scholar barely in his twenties, his few words left the Top Ten Foundation Establishnt feeling as refreshed as a spring breeze, leaving a profound impression on them.
After so polite exchanges, Chen Yizhuo suddenly frowned slightly, puzzled, and said, "Strange! Why hasn’t Feng Xian appeared yet?"
At these words, everyone imdiately stiffened, falling silent, as if the na Feng Xian held a mysterious power.
Zhu Hong’s face changed a bit, and after a mont of hesitation, he remarked lightly, "Sister Zhang is the top prodigy of our academy. In this grand competition, none can be absent, especially not her. Brother Chen, please be patient. Sister Zhang will appear when the ti cos."
Kan Fuzi added, "I haven’t seen Sister Zhang for many years, but I’ve heard that the dean has already taken her as a disciple. Sister Zhang must frequently serve by the dean’s side."
As soon as these words fell, Chen Yizhuo, Zhu Hong, and Xie Chengfeng all trembled, displaying thoroughly shocked expressions.
The others were equally astonished, clearly only now learning this shocking news.
"Old scholar, where did you... hmm."
Midway through his words, Zhu Hong abruptly stopped speaking, hastily bowing and saluting towards the front.
Noticing a majestic figure in mid-air, everyone finally reacted, hastily bowing and saluting, collectively chanting, "Disciples of the Beihai, pay homage to the master!"
Zhao Sheng’s gaze slowly swept over the crowd. Though he was not very satisfied in his heart, he still spoke lightly, "You may dispense with the salutes!"
Hearing this, everyone stood cautiously in place, awaiting the master’s orders.
Zhao Sheng did not offer any words of encouragent, instead directly going to the point, "You may cultivate in the secret realm for ten years. After ten years, those who reach the Golden Core Realm will automatically qualify for the grand competition. However, there are only ten slots for this competition; the extra three will be directly eliminated."
At these words, the faces of the Top Ten Foundation Establishnt changed, and they were all suddenly filled with apprehension.
Zhao Sheng, ignoring the expressions of those below, continued, "For ten years, you may freely utilize any resources within the secret realm, but you may not take them out. Additionally, each of you has three opportunities to seek guidance from . This promise has no ti limit; I hope you cherish it."
"That’s all I have to say. If any of you have questions, you may ask now."
After Zhao Sheng finished speaking, everyone hesitated for a mont.
Chen Yizhuo, noticing this, bit his teeth and stepped forward, bowing, "May I ask the master if we can freely enter and exit the secret realm during these ten years?"
"Yes!"
As he spoke, Zhao Sheng waved his long sleeve, and thirteen milky-white tokens shot out from under his sleeve, landing in each person’s hand.
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