C39 The Elite Tournament

After a night of cultivation, the trembling Qi and blood inside his body finally calmed down. Not only did it recover to its peak state, but there were also a few more five-colored light dots than before.

The robe in front of his chest was torn to shreds by a single punch. Before he left the cave, he changed into a new robe and walked out.

He would never regret carrying her back to his mountain peak like a bolt of lightning. Having his dantian crippled was not because he couldn't walk. After the initial period of pain, he was no different from other people. It was just that he didn't have any true essence in his body. From then on, he became an ordinary mortal.

However, this wasn't an absolute statement. In this world, there were pills specifically designed to restore the dantian. These were pills that ordinary cultivators couldn't afford. Moreover, this kind of pill was very rare. Sometimes, even if you had enough crystals, you might not even be able to buy one.

Jing Xuan sat on the edge of the bed with a dejected expression. She had a mixed feeling in her heart. She knew very well what it meant to have her dantian destroyed. From now on, she would be insulated from cultivation and return to the capital to live an ordinary life.

He would never regret pacing back and forth in the empty space in his room. Right now, he already hated Lu Qingfeng to the bones, and wished that he could grind Lu Qingfeng into ashes.

He walked up to Jing Xuan and said without any regrets, "Jing Xuan, after this competition is over, Master will send someone to send you back to the capital. Perhaps your Imperial Father can help you find a pill that can help you recover your Dantian, and after that, you can go back to the Qing-Yun Sword Sect and practice with Master."

Nodding his head, Jing Xuan sobbed. He didn't say anything. He didn't regret it at all. He turned and left Jing Xuan's room, returning to his own cave abode.

He sat cross-legged on the praying mat and sneered: "Restoring dantian to pills? "Why would it be so difficult for me? I've just become my disciple, and I haven't even done anything for me. You want me to spend so much money on such a loss-making business? I won't do that."

This was the true portrayal of his inner world. He was such a petty person who only cared about profit. He was extremely narrow-minded. If anyone became his disciple, it would be a lifetime of sorrow.

In the blink of an eye, the light of day gradually brightened. Lu Qingfeng's spiritual sense swept across the entire Duskfall Peak, and at that moment, Lu Qingfeng walked out from the cave.

Seeing Lu Qingfeng's spirited appearance, he flew into a rage without any regret: "Lu Qingfeng, looks like you've really cultivated some kind of body tempering cultivation technique. Hmph, no matter what cultivation technique you cultivate, this old man will kill you."

Lu Qingfeng left his cave and walked along the bluestone path towards the Successor Disciple Restaurant. After turning a corner, he saw the restaurant from afar. The little fatty was leaning against the door frame and he also saw Lu Qingfeng, but he did not say anything.

When he got closer, he said: "Senior brother Lu, last night I heard that you were beaten up without any regrets. This old dog is really shameless, with such a high status, he actually attacked Senior brother Lu. If I had the ability, I would've killed him with a kitchen knife."

Lu Qingfeng smiled and said, "Junior Brother, is there anything to eat?" Yes, "the little fatty said," I prepared it last night. I wanted to take it to your cave, but I was afraid that it would affect your Senior Brother's recovery, so I didn't go.

This time, it was four dishes and a soup. They were placed on the table, and the little fatty said, "This was prepared yesterday. I got hot again, so the nutrition won't go away, nor will it change. How about you try it?"

Lu Qingfeng took a mouthful of the dish and tasted it. He nodded and said, "It's really not bad. The taste is very good."

"You can eat as much as you want," the little fatty chef said, "Senior Brother Lu, I heard that you suffered internal injuries last night, so I prepared these overnight. These are all the internal organs of a Class 5 Magical Beast, look at this, this is your large intestine, this is your liver, this is your heart, this is your abdomen. "Look at this soup, this is made from all the visceral ingredients put together to make this soup. It's called Baibai Tang."

Lu Qingfeng heard this and felt it was a bit strange, so he asked, "Junior brother, why are these dishes all made from internal organs?" The little fatty chuckled: "Senior Martial Brother Lu, you don't know, right? What are you eating to make up for it? You suffered an internal injury last night, if I stewed a magical beast's thigh for you, it would be a bad thing to say."

Lu Qingfeng's heart was moved. He looked at the little fatty and said, "Junior Brother, I've troubled you. I feel very sorry for your actions."

The little fatty laughed loudly: "Senior Martial Brother Lu, don't say that. Serving you is my duty."

Even though the little fatty had said this, Lu Qingfeng remembered it in his heart. In the future, when he had the ability, he would definitely repay the little fatty's meticulous care.

After parting ways with the little fatty's chef, Lu Qingfeng quickly arrived at the Grand Competition Plaza in front of the main peak. From far away, he could see that only two of the elite disciples were left on the stage, and before the competition had even started, the six hundred and twenty disciples were already waiting below the stage.

Today, the setting of the two battling platforms was a bit different from before, because from now on, among all the disciples participating in the competition, with the exception of a few at the Divine True Realm, the majority of them had cultivations above the Superior Realm.

These disciples were all prodigies of the Qing-Yun Sword Sect. The martial skills they used were already very powerful, and some of them could even cause a large amount of damage to low-level disciples.

As a result, the two battling platforms were not only far apart, but there was also a fence set up at a distance of five hundred meters from the battling platform. Just like the fence on the dueling platform, no one was allowed to enter the fence.

On the plaza, there were eight tunnels that led to two fighting stages. Other than these eight tunnels, the other places were already filled with people.

To the inner and outer disciples, today was the day they were looking forward to the most. Watching the fight between the elite disciples had a self-evident benefit for them. Watching each move of these disciples had great enlightenment for them.

Therefore, these low-level disciples had come here very early in order to occupy a more advantageous position so that they could watch the fight between the elite disciples to the greatest extent.

Outside of the fence, a large number of sect deacons were sent to maintain order around the martial stage. All of the outer and inner sect Elders were also sent out to patrol the plaza.

Although there were tens of thousands of people in the square, there was not the slightest chaos. Everything was orderly and orderly. Moreover, the entire square seemed to be extremely quiet, to the point that one could almost hear a pin drop.

The Green Cloud Divine Hall had already left its original position and was flying above the battling platform. This also meant that the sect valued their disciples' fighting prowess.

The front of the hall was facing the main peak. When Lu Qingfeng came over, he could see the front of the hall. Among the ten great elders, the nine of them were all together, talking and laughing.

Patriarch Nine's face didn't have any expression, only a sinister look. Obviously, he still hadn't gotten over his anger from yesterday. Lu Qingfeng's gaze lingered on Patriarch Nine for a moment before he turned around and walked away.

As if he had sensed something, the Ninth Elder suddenly lifted his head and swept his bloodshot eyes over Lu Qingfeng. Two rays of cold light shot out from his eyes, exerting all of his might onto Lu Qingfeng's body. Lu Qingfeng placed his hands behind his back and looked at Wu Zhangkong without regret. He showed no signs of being suppressed at all.

Lu Qingfeng's soul had long since reached the peak of the True Realm. Towards this soul pressure that contained no regrets, Lu Qingfeng's expression was indifferent. With a faint smile, he turned around and left, no longer caring about the unreasonable provocation.

He cursed silently in his heart: "Little brat, just you wait. Sooner or later I will let you know the consequences of offending me."

Below the two battling platforms, a drawing box had already been prepared. In front of each drawing box, three hundred and ten elite disciples were already waiting, ready to draw at any time.

Not long after, the elder who had announced the start of the competition walked onto one of the martial stage, cleared his throat, and said: "Before drawing lots, I will briefly introduce the places that we need to pay attention to, this year's elite disciples' competition will not give any rewards, and will not rank in the top six hundred or twenty. Among the six hundred and twenty people, the top ten will be decided, and the bottom ten will be selected, and the top ten will be accepted as true disciples."

The Elder stopped and looked around, then continued to speak: "You have to be aware of the last ten disciples, if your previous two Large Competitions were all the last ten, and adding that this time was the third, then congratulations to you, the position of elder would belong to you, the inner disciple. As for the rules, it was the same as before: no one was to be harmed. One side voluntarily admitted defeat, and the other side had to stop immediately. This is to say, if you lose in the first round, unfortunately, you will never have the chance to go onstage again. Alright, let's cut the crap and start drawing lots. "

Ten minutes later, all 620 people had drawn their lots. The number 14 from the South Honglin Academy was drawn. Duanmu Xiao Yun, number 57, He Tianyun, number 129. Zhu You Cai, number 316. With the exception of Number One to Number Four, all the others retreated outside the fence.

The two judges on stage said, "Disciple Number One and disciple Number Two will go up to stage number one. Number three and number four will be competing on the second stage. " With the announcement of the referee, the competition for the elite disciples officially began.

Lu Qingfeng was still sitting cross-legged on the bluestone floor. Although Nan Rong Lin, Duanmu Xiao Yun, He Tianyun, and Zhu You Cai had all said that there was no problem for him to become a true disciple, but Lu Qingfeng was still a bit worried.

Actually, Lu Qingfeng also believed that these four people wouldn't exaggerate their strength for no reason. Although these four people would sometimes be tainted by some of the foppish young masters' mannerisms because of their family background, on the whole, these four people were quite trustworthy.

After a while, Lu Qingfeng thought about it again and realized that there was no use in thinking about it now. He could only sincerely wish the four of them good luck and hope that they could all become true disciples.