"Kunlun, Qiu Changtian, victory!"
"Kunlun, Qiu Changtian, victory!"
"Kunlun, Qiu Changtian, victory!"
Even though his victories were as effortless as pulling up weeds, every ti Qiu Changtian’s sword shattered an opponent’s attack, it ignited intense cheering from the surrounding stands.
How had his invincible character setting turned him into a superstar?
It got to the point where Qiu Changtian felt bad about drawing a Kunlun disciple as his opponent and couldn’t bear to strike too heavily, lest he should thrash them and still have to accept their dutiful thanks, which left him feeling quite awkward.
Xu Yinglian, on her part, was tearing through the competition. Most of her opponents couldn’t even withstand her Bright Fla, let alone the Crimson Feather Nine Phoenix Fire, and after a few burns, they were promptly declared defeated.
A few days passed, and their junior brothers and sisters also arrived one after another.
"Big senior brother." The fifth junior brother, Chen Zhen, said cheerily, "Zhong junior brother got eliminated in the third round; his opponent was from Yuqing View."
"Cut the crap." The sixth junior brother, Zhong Tianhuai, sighed and said, "That female cultivator from Yuqing View had a rare type of star sand magical treasure, which she used to create an overwhelming barrage that ordinary Flying Swords simply couldn’t withstand."
Qiu Changtian: ?
That description sounded strangely familiar.
"I have failed to live up to big senior brother’s usual teachings." Zhong Tianhuai said ashadly, "I don’t plan to stay in White Jade Capital any longer. I am going back to Kunlun to diligently practice my swordsmanship, and I ca to bid farewell to you, big senior brother."
"Zhong junior brother, you need not take it too to heart," Qiu Changtian comforted him, "Since the White Jade Capital tournant is decided by drawing lots, luck will naturally play a role."
"Having an unlucky draw and losing to a strong opponent does not an you are weak. As long as you gain experience and et fellow cultivators, your trip won’t be in vain."
"You are right, big senior brother," Zhong Tianhuai still seed unsettled but after exchanging a few more words with everyone, he turned and left.
Qiu Changtian inquired about the others’ progress and learned that Guan Zhan and Yan Zhitui were winning with ease, while Chen Zhen and Jian Qingnan had encountered several strong adversaries but had narrowly secured their victories.
Even though these junior brothers and sisters had not made it into the top twelve, considering the Three Pure Orthodox Sect, with its more than eight thousand disciples, many of whom were uniquely talented, it was not a big deal to not win in the end.
What matters is the participation, right?
Half a month later, the top twelve of the White Jade Capital were decided as expected.
Kunlun confird four of its mbers had advanced, including Qiu Changtian and Xu Yinglian, whose victories were without doubt. Guan Zhan had won several evenly matched battles, relying on his ample True Yuan, the sharp swordsmanship of the Guan Family, and a fierce determination to get through.
He was truly the disciple who had first completed the path to Heaven’s Gate during Kunlun’s founding day. If he hadn’t t Qiu Changtian and Xu Yinglian in this generation, becoming the chief disciple would have been well within his reach.
Yan Zhitui’s matches, however, were fraught with danger, and he barely made it several tis; advancing into the top twelve was entirely based on luck—for instance, in the last round, although his opponent had the upper hand, he unfortunately exhausted his True Yuan too soon and had to concede defeat.
This Junior Brother Yan might well compete with Miss Shi for the title of the luckiest participant in this edition of the competition.
Apart from the Sect Leader’s own disciples, there were quite a few direct disciples of various Kunlun Elders who made it into the top hundred, yet not a single one entered the top twelve.
This was not because they lacked rit but because the innate talents of Qiu Changtian and Xu Yinglian were too overpowering, and Guan Zhan and Yan Zhitui had not drawn strong opponents.
"In any case, since only we have advanced into the top twelve," Qiu Changtian said solemnly, "everyone must strive hard from now on, and we cannot let down the prestige of our Kunlun."
"Well said," the Ziwei Master stepped in from outside, placing the Seven Treasures Duster on his arm, and said with satisfaction, "The immortals were not pleased with the performance of other branch disciples, but they have praised you a lot."
"However, since you have cultivated the ’Nine Heavens Clear Entrance True Mantra,’ achieving such results is expected. Just as Changtian said, be wary of arrogance and impetuosity, and work hard to make it to the top six. This relates to Kunlun’s reputation, and you cannot afford to slack."
"Yes," Xu Yinglian, Guan Zhan, and Yan Zhitui all responded solemnly.
Though Qiu Changtian agreed as well, he knew that this final ranking competition would not be as simple as the Sect Leader had described.
Yan Zhitui and Shi Liuli were almost at the sa level, belonging to those who had managed to squeak in by sheer luck. Guan Zhan was slightly stronger than Bi Sheng, ranking him in the middle to lower tiers among the twelve.
Lin Duanshan, Duan Fenhai, and Guan Shanyue, these three Shushan powerhouses, belong to the top tier of strong practitioners. Xu Yinglian is also at this level, with combat strength slightly above these three.
As for Qiu Changtian and An Zhisu, they are supre experts who tower above the rest—it’s hard to believe that the Ziwei Master wouldn’t see this.
Frankly speaking, no matter how hard Yan Zhitui tries, the hope of surpassing Bi Sheng is slim; even if Guan Zhan could defeat Bi Sheng, he wouldn’t be a match for Guan Shanyue and the others.
The two junior brothers have no chance of entering the top six. The master is setting performance targets out of thin air, not caring whether they can actually be achieved!
Of course, although Qiu Changtian saw things very clearly, being the Ziwei Master’s most favored disciple, he definitely couldn’t outright undermine his master. Therefore, he could only go along with it and said:
"There’s no need to fixate on victory or defeat, but one must give their all."
"Very good," the Ziwei Master praised again and then took out an elixir bottle.
The Immortal Elixir... Qiu Changtian sighed.
The vast majority of Purple Mansion secret dicines are encountered by chance and cannot be sought after. Whoever obtains them in a fortuitous encounter will consu them on the spot and won’t leave you with the opportunity to tempt them with valuable magical treasures in exchange.
Only the Immortal Elixir produced by immortals, and the rcurial Elixir Liquid produced in the Shushan Demon Locking Tower, can be produced consistently.
If he could get another Immortal Elixir, how many years would his Refining Mansion Cultivation be by now?
With a total of seven hundred and seventy-five years of augntation from Purple Mansion secret dicines, plus his own accumulation from Breathing exercises, it was almost over eight hundred years.
As for transcending the Heavenly Tribulation, he had long made up his mind—he would directly read the archives at Long Long’s, and find a place in the East Sea of the Eastern Emperor Realm to undergo his tribulation.
The reason is simple: Long Long’s storyline hardly intersects with the other four storylines. The Eastern Emperor Realm is secluded from the Cultivation Realm, and the East Sea lies within the Azure Dragon’s territory. By looking further east for a secluded place, he could isolate himself from external influences to the greatest extent.
Just wait until after the great competition in the White Jade Capital, and then start planning for Core Formation!
Returning to the room with Xu Yinglian, Qiu Changtian consud and refined the Immortal Elixir. Opening his eyes, he asked Junior Sister Xu beside him:
"Junior Sister, how many years of Refining Mansion Cultivation do you have now?"
"Including this Immortal Elixir, I now have three hundred and thirteen years," Xu Yinglian answered. "What about you, Senior Brother?"
Qiu Changtian chuckled and did not reply, but said:
"After this great competition at White Jade Capital ends, I will be going out to prepare for Core Formation."
"This matter is too urgent; I don’t plan to let anyone know the location of my tribulation."
Xu Yinglian was silent for a mont, her expression clearly worried, and asked:
"Are you confident?"
As if she thought of sothing, she quickly added:
"Don’t say ninety-nine percent!"
"Who can be confident about transcending tribulation?" Qiu Changtian said nonchalantly. "After my Core Formation, the position of Chief Disciple in the Foundation Establishnt Realm will most likely be taken over by you."
"As the Chief Disciple in the Foundation Establishnt Realm, you’ll be able to Sense the Way in Heaven’s Gate Hall, gaining another seventy years of Refining Mansion Cultivation."
"With that, Junior Sister will have three hundred and eighty-three years of Refining Mansion Cultivation, just seventeen years short of forming a Second Grade Golden Core."
"I will," Xu Yinglian said earnestly. "I will quickly make up for the cultivation and catch up with you."
After speaking, she showed a rare hint of tenderness and said softly:
"Just go straight to the Xu Family of Southern Heaven if you’re lacking anything... you... "
"...must co back alive."
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