C7 What Is a Comeback!

The next day, the first battle was between Sui Wushu and the cultivator at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. The Huaqing Sect's people were half watching the show and half hoping that Sui Wushu would bring glory to Huaqing. After all, if they did not win the first battle, it would affect the morale of the other disciples.

Of course, to the disciples of Huaqing, the reputation of the sect was very important. At the very least, it was definitely not like Sui Wushu, who only wanted to lose. There was probably no one else like Sui Wushu in the entire Huaqing.

When Shi Zhao saw Sui Wushu, a bright light flashed across his eyes.

Of course, Shi Zhao was not the only one who was shocked. When he looked over, his eyes were filled with surprise.

Sui Wushu, who was waiting below the stage, lightly tapped his toes and jumped onto the stage. His moon-white Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the green jade crown on his head gave him a sense of elegance. The most different thing was that Sui Wushu was not as cold as usual, but instead, he had the temperament of a scholar.

Sui Wushu held his sword in his right hand and bowed to the man at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Don't ask why Sui Wushu was wearing his school uniform today. Bah, why was he wearing the uniform of a Huaqing Sect disciple? The reason was actually quite simple. After all, spitting out the moon-white blood on his body would garner sympathy. Normally, even if he spat out all the blood in his red clothes, he would not be pitied.

Sui Wushu was depressed in his heart. How much blood was he going to spit out? His heart ached for himself.

The other party also bowed towards Sui Wushu and began to raise his sword towards him.

Although the competition had come to an end, it was not so easy to stop when it came to fighting. Therefore, casualties were common.

Sui Wushu did his best to resist the opponent's attack. As expected, the way of the sword depended on how much one had comprehended. Sui Wushu had just arrived in this world not long ago, so he naturally did not have as much control over it as his opponent.

A quarter of an hour later, Sui Wushu's clothes were already stained with blood, and red plums were blooming all over his body.

However, Sui Wushu still resisted forcefully. Nonsense, if he did not resist much, how could he earn favorability points? Sui Wushu could already see that the Huaqing Sect disciples' favorability towards him was slowly rising.

Enduring the pain in his body, Sui Wushu really spat out three liters of blood.

"Fellow Daoist, it's better not to hold on any longer. It's really not good for your body." The other party also admired Sui Wushu's spirit for holding on until now. He really could not bear to say such words.

"Thank you for your concern, fellow Daoist. I'm fine." It was just that he had lost a little too much blood.

Shi Zhao looked at Sui Wushu who was on the stage and felt his heart ache. His Senior Brother was really stubborn. He was not willing to admit defeat, and he did not know who he looked like!

Seeing that his favorability value was about to reach its limit, Sui Wushu deliberately pretended not to know that behind him was the audience. As long as he fell down, he would lose.

Just as he reached the edge of the stage, Sui Wushu heard Poria God's junior sister shout, "Come on, Senior Brother!"

Junior Sister, can you still pull more hatred?

When Sui Wushu saw that his favorability value was dropping again, he wanted to die.

While Sui Wushu was in a daze, the tip of the sword was pointed at his throat.

Sui Wushu took the opportunity to fall backwards, and his entire body fell off the stage.

The moment Sui Wushu fell, Shi Zhao stood up, wanting to catch him.

Just as Sui Wushu was about to land on the ground, he used the tip of his sword to sweep up a gust of wind, forcefully turning Sui Wushu from the state of certain defeat.

In that instant, Sui Wushu used 170 initial points to exchange for a late stage Foundation Establishment cultivation.

This shocked the spectators. After all, it was not easy to jump two levels in a row. From this, one could see how strong Sui Wushu was.

Sui Wushu took advantage of the moment when the other party was in a daze to point the tip of the sword at his throat. A line of blood appeared on his neck.

Sui Wushu retracted his sword and said, Thank you for letting me win.

Standing on the high platform, Sui Wushu looked at the disciples of Huaqing and slowly said, "I, Sui Wushu, will never regret entering Huaqing in my entire life. The path of cultivation is long and endless, and I don't know where the end will be. In a person's life, other than constantly cultivating, there will always be some pursuits. I treat Huaqing as my belief, and I hope that everyone can do the same. As disciples of Huaqing Sect, we should work together to bring glory to our Huaqing Sect. Anyone who offends our Huaqing Sect will be killed no matter how far away they are!" After saying that, Sui Wushu infused the spirit sword in his hand with spiritual energy and threw it into the distance. Wherever the spirit sword entered the ground, it would crack, and not a single part would be intact.

Sui Wushu would not have thought that those who offend my Huaqing Sect will be punished no matter how far they are. This sentence later became the Huaqing Sect's rule.

Sui Wushu covered the wounds on his body and walked down from the platform. That attack just now had used up all of his spirit energy, and now he could not even ride a sword.

Indeed, he was too weak. Hiss, it really hurt. Looking at his clothes that were drenched in blood, he thought about how serious his injuries were.

Sui Wushu lowered his head and looked at the changing colors on the ground.

Shi Zhao had been standing below the stage the entire time. He looked at his Senior Brother, who was covered in injuries. He wanted to help him up, but Sui Wushu pushed him away. Sui Wushu stumbled towards his residence.

"Does Senior Brother not like me that much? He doesn't even want to touch me when he's exhausted." Shi Zhao was pushed back a few steps.

Actually, Sui Wushu's heart had broken down. He wanted to grab Shi Zhao, but as far as the eye could see, it was all Shi Zhao, and he did not know which one was the real body. To put it simply, he had lost too much blood and started to double.

The last thing Sui Wushu thought when he fainted was why the original product was anemic.

Actually, the original product was not anemic. It was just that Sui Wushu had been bleeding a little too much today.

Shi Zhao immediately stepped forward and carried Sui Wushu horizontally. He told their master about the situation and left. After all, it was common for cultivators to be injured. However, Sui Wushu's fainting caused the Huaqing Sect disciples to be somewhat worried.

However, Sui Wushu's words before he fainted also boosted the morale of Huaqing, as they actually managed to snatch a third of the spots.

A third was already a large number. The sects comparable to Huaqing were the Cloud Sect and the Leaf Picking Pavilion. Below them were the Nine Palaces, followed by small sects like the Joyful Union Sect.

Don't ask why they wanted to give spots to small sects. After all, even ants could kill an elephant. The less unnecessary troubles there were, the better. The plan of three sects and nine palaces was perfect.

Shi Zhao carried Sui Wushu back to his residence in the Cloud Mount. He placed Sui Wushu on the bed and stuffed a few pills into Sui Wushu's mouth.

After doing all this, Sui Wushu went to the Medicine Valley to look for Difu. Difu was a cultivator with wood and fire dual spiritual roots, and he had great talent in alchemy. The supreme pills of Huaqing were basically made by him.

He could not be called an almighty expert.

After Difu heard Shi Zhao's words, he was quite curious about Sui Wushu. After all, he could jump two levels in a row.

Then, he went to the Cloud Mount with Shi Zhao.

When Difu saw Sui Wushu's clothes soaked in blood, he was still shocked. If the external injuries were so serious, then how serious were the internal injuries?

Actually, Sui Wushu's real condition was just that his external injuries were more serious. Although his internal injuries were also serious, they were not to the point where he was severely injured.

However, when Difu went forward to check on Sui Wushu's injuries, it was indeed extremely serious. At the very least, his dantian was slightly damaged.

It went without saying how important the dantian was to cultivators. Now that Sui Wushu had injured his own dantian for the sake of Huaqing, Difu had more respect for Sui Wushu.

In fact, Difu did not know that Sui Wushu's dantian was completely fine. The so-called damage to his dantian was just an act by the system for him to see.

Difu gave Shi Zhao a few bottles of herbal medicine and told him to give them to Sui Wushu on time. As for the damage to his dantian, Difu told Shi Zhao to keep it a secret from Sui Wushu for now. After all, it was too much of a blow to Sui Wushu.

Difu looked at Sui Wushu's blood robe.

"You plan to let your Senior Brother rest just like that." After saying that, his eyes were filled with thought.

"Senior Brother isn't my family's." Just as Shi Zhao said that, he realized that something was wrong.

"Did I find something I shouldn't have found?" Difu was at a loss.

Shi Zhao, "Does he know too much? I need to kill him!" He felt a little guilty in his heart.

Shi Zhao stood at the head of the bed, and Sui Wushu's hand grabbed onto the corner of Shi Zhao's clothes, unwilling to let go.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Difu decided not to interfere with the couple. He walked out silently and closed the door for Sui Wushu and Shi Zhao.

Difu looked at the rainless sky of Huaqing and wondered if he no longer understood what the young people nowadays were thinking.

Difu shook his head and flew towards his medicine valley.