C42 Sect Cataclysm

This year's disciple competition was finally coming to an end, and all the disciples in the square were still in a state of extreme excitement. From this day onwards, Lu Qingfeng had become the idol of all the disciples.

One must know that this year, only thirty of the true disciples had joined a new sect, and all ninety-eight of them were senior disciples. It was simply impossible for them to stand out among so many senior disciples without super strength.

There were still seven pairs of disciples competing or about to compete, but that was no longer important. People always paid attention to the first place, and the second or third place were always as a foil to the first place. Only the first place was a target that people worshipped and pursued.

He did not want to be the focus of attention, but at times, he was forced to do it. For example, in this competition, if he did not want to be the focus of attention, he would deliberately lose during the competition, and this was not due to his personality.

The competition between the seven pairs of disciples quickly ended. Everyone was also waiting for the final result. Not long after, the elder who had presided over the opening of the competition once again appeared on the battling platform. The entire plaza instantly became quiet.

He heard the elder say, "The annual great sect competition has already ended without a hitch. Disciples of all levels have performed exceptionally well, and many unexpected results have occurred, especially for the new disciples of all levels. Because of your appearance, we have seen the hope for the sect's rapid rise. I declare the great sect competition to be over."

After the white robed elder finished speaking, he flew up and stopped a hundred meters away from the battling platform. He stretched out his hands and pressed down towards the battling platform. There was a rumbling sound coming from below the stage, and the battling platform and the fence surrounding it slowly sank into the ground.

The white-robed elder faced the east and stood there respectfully. He shouted loudly, "Welcome to the Deities Templar." He landed on the ground and waited for the arrival of the shrine.

The golden light of the Green Cloud Divine Hall that was floating in the sky to the east shone brightly and then vanished in an instant. It slowly descended towards the battling platform, gradually becoming larger and larger in front of all the disciples.

The golden palace was dazzling. If one stood in front of it, they would feel extremely small. The shrine stopped ten meters above the ground, and a cyan colored cloud appeared beneath it. The cyan colored cloud continued to expand until it was a hundred meters away from the shrine. The edges of the cloud slowly began to distort, and in the end, forty-nine steps appeared around the cloud.

Leng Xue Han and the ten great elders floated down from the corridor of the third floor, and slowly landed on the small square in front of the palace. Leng Xue Han stood firmly in the middle, his golden Emperor's Robe slightly swaying in the autumn wind, and the twelve jade beads in front of his coronet also continuously swayed left and right.

Ten elders were standing on Leng Xuehan's two sides, one behind him. Leng Xuehan said in a loud and clear voice: "This year's Disciple Tournament has been successfully concluded. All the disciples who have obtained victory according to the sect rules will advance to the next level of cultivation in a month's time. I will now announce the list of the top ten Successor Disciples and their rewards. First place: Lu Qingfeng from the tenth elder's faction. Rank 2: Yu Gang from the Great Elder's faction. The prize is a top-grade magic treasure sword and 80,000 crystals. Third place: Sixth Elder's disciple Peng Chong. The prize is a mid-grade treasure sword and sixty thousand crystals. Fourth place... All of the disciples who receive the prizes will go to the main hall of the sect in two days to receive their prizes. "

After that, Leng Xuehan continued: "All disciples that have not been promoted will have to follow the example of a disciple who has been promoted, and train hard without slacking off. Since this year's disciple recruitment realm is far higher than before, and through the research of the sect elders, we have decided that from next year onwards, the number of people who will be promoted to disciples will double compared to this year. "

Finally, Leng Xuehan continued, "Next, we announce the greatest news of our Qing-Yun Sect. In the past few days, there have been eight elders whose disciples have broken through to the True Realm, and according to the sect's rules, they should be promoted to the Elder of the Sect. These eight disciples are: Shen Fang, the eldest disciple of the Great Elder; Xiang Chao, the eldest disciple of the second elder; Geng Qiang, the eldest disciple of the third elder; Liu Minghui, the eldest disciple of the fourth elder; You Yong, the eldest disciple of the fifth elder; Ling Tian, the eldest disciple of the sixth elder; Luo Yu, the seventh elder; and Qian Jiang, the eldest disciple of the eighth elder.

At this time, a red-robed Sect Priest walked to the side and shouted loudly, "Please come to the front of the shrine and receive your gold robe, your tokens, and your spirit treasures.

Today was the most epoch-making day in the entire Qing-Yun Sword Sect. In the past few thousand years, there had never been a day where eight disciples had simultaneously advanced to become an Elder. The tens of thousands of disciples in the plaza also stood up at the same time. They felt honored and proud to be able to enter such a gradually growing sect

Just when everyone's emotions were unable to calm down, eight dazzling lights lit up Qingyun Peak, and behind the lights were several hundred meters long tails of flames. They were like eight meteors of different colors as they charged towards the temple.

As the light faded, eight young men in long white robes stood straight in front of the shrine, like javelins. They cupped their fists and bowed towards the shrine at the same time, "Disciples Shen Fang, Xiang Chao, Geng Qiang, Liu Minghui, You Yong, Ling Tian, Luo Yu, and Qian Jiang greet the Sect Master, Masters and Uncles."

He then heard the red robed Master shout out, "Next, eight disciples, please receive your golden robes." Great Elder Guo Tieshan took two steps forward, stood still, and pointed his right hand at each of the eight people. Eight dots of golden light flew out from his finger and landed on the eight people's chests.

Looking at the eight disciples again, the white long robe was no longer there. The golden long robe was already worn on their bodies and there were purple cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and bottom part of the robe. Next, Guo Tianshan pointed at the eight people's heads. On their heads, a golden crown materialized, with jade-green hairpins sticking out from it. Looking at these eight people, there was a clear change in their auras, and they seemed to be filled with dignity.

After the golden robe had finished receiving the tokens, the red robe Dian Si continued to shout, "Next, may Sect Master bestow the tokens upon the eight of you, giving them spiritual treasures."

Leng Xuehan flung out his right hand, and the eight jade token flew towards the eight of them, which caught it and hung it on the silk belt at his waist. After that, Leng Xuehan flung his sleeve towards the eight people below the shrine, and the eight long swords slowly floated towards the eight people, hanging directly at the left side of their waists.

In the end, the red-robed Dian Si said, "The eight Elders are invited to ascend to the Green Cloud Divine Hall." The eight of them slowly rose up, landing on the two sides of Leng Xue Han.

Nine elders stood on either side of Leng Xuehan. Looking left and right, Leng Xuehan nodded and said, "All disciples, please do not leave this place. The eight elders must form a mountain below and wait until the mountain is complete before leaving."

With that, Leng Xuehan floated back up to the third level's long corridor, followed by eighteen elders. When Leng Xuehan and the eighteen elders settled down, the Green Cloud Divine Hall slowly rose into the sky. The green cloud below the hall gradually shrank back, eventually disappearing without a trace. Golden light radiated from the Green Cloud Divine Hall as its speed increased. It flew directly towards the peak of the peak, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

A few minutes later, a loud rumbling sound came from the ten elders' peaks. The distance between these ten peaks and Qingyun Peak grew further and further. Between the Great Elder's Blue Peak and the Tenth Elder's Sunset Peak, a huge plain appeared quickly.

On the plains, there were eight protrusions in succession, rising continuously until they looked like mountains. As the mountains continued to grow, forests, streams, waterfalls, and streams began to appear. The bluestone path continued to ascend along with the mountain peak.

Two hours later, the eight mountains rose up from the ground. The ten peaks that had once guarded the main peak had now turned into eighteen peaks. In the middle of the eight newly risen mountain peaks, a faint white fog appeared. The fog gradually became denser, until finally, the area above the mountainside was completely covered by the fog.

All the disciples of the Greencloud Sword Sect witnessed what happened, and the shock they felt was indescribable. They were all infected by the power of the sect, and a strong sense of pride welled up in their hearts.

At the same time, they also secretly made up their minds to train even more and reach the same level as the Elders as soon as possible. This thought was also the reason why the senior executives of the Greencloud Sword Sect were doing this.

Lu Qingfeng returned to his cave residence. The Large Competition of the sect ended after over a month, and Ling'er was still in closed-door training. She sat down cross-legged in her room and carefully recalled the events that occurred during her stay in the sect.

Before he joined the sect, he had already provoked such a lifelong enemy. Now that things had developed to this point, it would only end with death. However, Lu Qingfeng did not regret it at all. People were like this. Sometimes, if you did not go and cause trouble, things would come to you on their own accord.

There shouldn't be any problems in terms of safety within the sect. As for leaving the sect, that could be discussed later. The most important thing right now was to raise his cultivation level.

When he thought about his cultivation, he thought about his gains from the Scripture Tower, the movement technique "Lightning Tracking Steps" and the soul attack technique "Striking the Soul". These two techniques had gained him a bit.

Furthermore, the requirements for this secret art were too harsh. Not only did he have to use a Divine level object as a carrier, he would also have to consume a pill called the Soul Nurturing Pill every time he cultivated a clone.

Moreover, every half month, he would take one pill. How many pills does he have to take before he can recover his soul? There was no specific description on the technique, it only said that it differed from person to person.

Lu Qingfeng had asked Xu Rujun about this pill. According to his master, Soul Nurturing Pills were also extremely precious in the Qing-Yun Sect.

Wu Shuang had already left the sect for a month and should be back in a day or two. Lu Qingfeng was not too concerned about his safety as he was most concerned about Navy Tide City's Lu family.

The next day, he went to the Clear Sky Peak to receive his prize, the God Tier Treasure Vault? The prize for second place in the competition was a top-grade magic treasure longsword. Presumably, the items in the treasury were better than the top-grade magic treasure longswords. Thinking of this, Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but feel some anticipation.