Crossing into Immortal Cultivation

  Just as Zhang Mu opened his eyes, Xu Zi Qing saw the white-clothed man still sitting upright in front of him, exactly the same as before he entered meditation yesterday. His expression was icy cold and unmoving like a mountain. He couldn't help but feel slightly surprised - Brother Yun hadn't returned to the monastery?

  Before he could think much about it, the restriction was triggered by someone.

  The clouds dispersed with a wave of his sleeve, and the golden light dissipated. The others also disappeared from within the room.

  Xu Ziqing then lifted the ban, and as expected, only Su Xun would come to find him at this time.

  Only to see the red-clothed youth riding a scarlet flying sword, he leaned in with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes like a painting: "Brother Zi Qing, how do you feel tonight?"

  Xu Ziqing smiled: "Just now I was in a meditative state and didn't hear you calling me, I really owe you an apology."

  Su Xuan also smiled and said: "I know you're working hard, it's me who disturbed you."

  Xu Ziqing shook his head: "Nothing much, Ah Xian younger brother, you came to find me, is there something?"

  Su Xuan sighed and said: "Today is the day of the martial arts competition, I was thinking of going with you to watch the excitement and gain some experience, what do you think, Brother Zi Qing?"

  Xu Ziqing thought for a moment and said: "Alright. With so many talented disciples arriving here, it's just the right time to go take a look and learn from them."

  Su Xun nodded and smiled: "That's exactly what I mean."

  The two of them were the only ones who could stay on the board, so it was naturally more cost-effective to let the martial artist gain experience. The two agreed, and Xu Ziqing stood up and walked out, with a floating object appearing under his feet.

  Outside is not as refreshing as inside the cave, so once you exit the cave entrance, it doesn't feel as comfortable as before.

  It's really hard to change from luxury to frugality.

  Xu Ziqing said: "Even if the spiritual energy is a bit less, compared to outside the Tenglong Peak, it's still much stronger."

  Su Xun smiled and replied: "That's also true."

  After saying these two sentences, Su Xun pulled Xu Ziqing onto his flying sword and said: "Use my flying sword. It's getting late, if we can't hurry up, I'm afraid we'll be late and offend Tang Qianbei."

  Xu Ziqing didn't mind his rudeness, and immediately accepted the technique. He stood behind Su Xun's body. Then Su Xun urged a sword move, and the flying sword went away. As soon as they set off, another 'cave' emitted light again, which was Peng Changlao and Wu Changlao, closely following and protecting them.

  They soon circled around the front of Teng Long Peak, and below was that majestic great hall. The flying sword swiftly dived down and landed on a patch of empty ground in front of the great hall.

  At this time, many monks had gone into the hall one after another. It turned out that the martial arts competition was to be held in this very hall.

  Xu Ziqing and Su Xuan also entered side by side, the seating arrangement inside was still the same as yesterday. The two of them didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly. Peng Zhanglao and Wu Zhanglao were behind them and didn't say much.

  Xu Ziting arrived earlier, saw the two coming over, nodded in greeting, and Xu Ziqing also returned a warm smile. However, Xu Zifen, Xu Ziting's older brother, did not sit at the back this time, but instead sat with his younger sister, it was unclear why.

  Before long, there were 70 or 80 people in the hall. In addition to those who won the literary duel yesterday, some losers also came here, presumably with the intention of observing, as for that Ling Miao, they had slightly given up.

  Some people take spiritual power accumulation seriously, while others think that techniques and spells are more important, but there's nothing much to say about it.

  Everyone sat still, and suddenly a mass of cloud and mist rushed in from outside, rushing straight towards the main seat.

  After reaching the top, the clouds and fog dispersed, revealing a young man in white clothes with a heroic bearing, who was none other than Tang Wenfei.

  Xu Ziqing listened to Yun Liao mention the cultivation methods of the Xiao Shui Xianzong, and upon seeing this scene, he secretly pondered in his heart.

  Indeed, she has a figure as lithe as floating clouds, so carefree and elegant, with an air of calm refinement.

  Tang Wenhui's lips curled into a smile, her beauty was like jade, and with a glance, she said without any hint of ferocity: "Everyone has come here for martial arts competition, let's just exchange pointers, no need to resort to killing moves."

  All the monks were majestic and ambitious, each with their own wild ambitions, responded in unison: "Follow Senior Tang's will!"

  Su Xun leaned in close to Xu Zi Qing and whispered, "I've heard Master say before that every time the Dragon Gate Conference is held, there are always some casualties. I wonder how it will be this time."

  Xu Ziqing said with a smile: "Tang senior just now said that we should stop at the crucial point..."

  Su Xun shook his head twice: "The first half of the sentence is just a passing remark, but the second half is the key point."

  Xu Ziqing was taken aback: "......Can't rashly take someone's life?"

  Su Xuan said: "That's right. During the martial arts competition, as long as you don't kill your opponent with a lethal move, even if you severely injure them, it doesn't count as violating the rules."

  Xu Ziqing was puzzled: "Those casualties..."

  "How to hurt people is also a skill. Moreover, when the real fight starts, who can guarantee that they can control their hands? Although the gatekeepers over the years have been able to intercept and block, after all, it's better to sacrifice one person and gain more opportunities for oneself. Therefore, during the battle, each cultivator is ruthless and poisonous, directly aiming at the vital points, or using some unconventional techniques. At most, just don't make a big fuss in this hall, and who cares about anything afterwards?"

  There are many more tricks, such as using hidden weapons to make the opponent appear not seriously injured but actually suffering from internal injuries that are hard to heal. After fighting with people several times, they have no choice but to admit defeat for their lives. There are also those who were severely injured and did not die in the temple, but after returning to their 'cave' or 'den', they died suddenly due to improper treatment... In short, there are some small tricks involved.

  Xu Ziqing's eyebrows furrowed in distaste: "This is simply too despicable."

  Su Xun looked at Xu Ziqing, but had a few points of helplessness: "Although it's said that way, who doesn't want to stay? One day of cultivation here is equivalent to ten days outside. A year of cultivation here can compare to ten years on the outside. Cultivators all want to break through bottlenecks and extend their lifespan, let alone this place being the best route to enter the Grand World. With such a great opportunity, naturally no one would be willing to give it up."

  Xu Ziqing sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat displeased, and soon also became helpless.

  For him, it's still calm and peaceful, with a carefree heart, that's when his mood can be stable.

  According to Xu Zi Qing's thoughts, those who exhaust all means will inevitably breed heart demons, and when the time comes, they may even harm their Dao Xin... However, cultivation is still a matter of self-determination. He is just a novice who has not yet built his foundation, how can he know what is good or bad? It's better to mind your own business.

  No need for more words, it seems a fight is inevitable now.

  Tang Wenfeng lightly tapped his left palm with his index finger, and a white jade tube appeared in the palm of his hand. Inside were dozens of neatly arranged jade slips. With a light shake, it made a clear and pleasant sound: "Each slip has someone's name written on it, whoever is shaken out is that person."

  He smiled warmly and said, having already tossed the pen holder into mid-air.

  All that could be heard was the sound of "ding dong" ringing in one's ears, and outside the sign tube, a burst of light flashed, apparently also a magical instrument.

  Suddenly, the lottery drum stopped abruptly and two lottery tickets were suddenly spat out from inside.

  These two brushes flew out extremely quickly, shooting straight towards the left and right sides, just about to hit the faces of the two monks!

  Since they had won over many people in the literary arena, how could they be easily settled? The two monks were calm and composed, each raising their hands to make a move, and the brush was already in their palms.

  This has decided the first game's opponent.

  Tang Wensheng said: "Since you've won first prize, then please come out and take a bow."

  Then two people walked out from both sides and stood on the two sides of the hall. Tang Wenfei stretched out his hand again, vaguely drawing in mid-air twice.

  All he saw was that his fingers had drawn two thin wisps of cloud, and in an instant they were right next to the two men. Then the clouds suddenly dispersed, turning into two layers of extremely faint white mist, silently disappearing on either side of the low table in front of the spectators.

  Everyone present felt as if they were seeing flowers before their eyes, and in the next instant, there was a somewhat unusual feeling.

  It is now known that Tang Wenfei had set up a ban to protect everyone's safety.

  The two men stood facing each other in the arena.

  The man on the left stands tall and upright, a resolute man in his mid-thirties with bronzed skin, firm muscles, and a long sword slung over his back.

  He doesn't look like a refined and elegant cultivator, but rather like a worldly assassin. However, if one were to really treat him as an assassin, that would be absolutely impermissible.

  This man's whole body was surrounded by a sharp and fierce aura, his momentum was also very overbearing. The long knife had a black and red color, it could be seen that it had drunk countless blood, which perfectly matched the man's temperament!

  He clasped his fists and said: "Divine Blade 'Gate' Zhang Tian Tai, please!"

  To the right was a young woman with an oval face, curved eyebrows and a smile that seemed to precede her words, already showing great charm. Her slender figure, skin as white as snow, had a delicate and elegant demeanor. A silk sash wrapped around her slim waist several times, making her appear even more charming and captivating.

  This doesn't look like a cultivator seeking the Dao, but rather a delicate and weak young lady from a boudoir.

  A woman with such a face usually only needs to exchange pleasantries with someone, and she has already taken away three points of their vigilance, gaining the upper hand.

  The woman smiled slightly and said in a soft voice: "I am Qianli Lian from Jingyue Palace, I have long admired Brother Zhang's great reputation... please."

  Xu Ziqing recognized these two people, who were clearly among the six strongest cultivators at the Qi Refining stage during the literary duel. Unexpectedly, they had already encountered each other in the first round. It was unknown how this would end...

  Just as he was thinking about it, he felt someone else beside him, turned his head to look, and it was Su Xun.

  Xu Ziqing was shocked: "Ah Xian younger brother, what's this?"

  Su Xun smiled and said: "Since you want to watch a fight, why not sit closer, it's also easier to talk. Otherwise, going alone to watch, what's the fun in that?"

  Xu Ziqing shook his head: "This is not for fun..."

  Su Xun first smiled and said, "Brother Zi Qing always has this kind of serious and solemn expression, it's not good, not good." After finishing speaking, he felt that it was not suitable, so he hurriedly added, "But just saying so, in fact, when watching the battle and discussing with others, one can gain a deeper understanding, it's not just for simple entertainment."

  Xu Ziqing couldn't help but smile at his repeated explanations: "What Ah Xian said is quite right."

  Su Xing was delighted, and after a moment's thought, he had another idea: "You see these two are quite famous, why don't we make a bet?"

  Xu Ziqing was taken aback, then burst out laughing: "This...". Just now he said it wasn't for fun, but in the blink of an eye he's looking for fun again. This Su Xun, really can't be idle for even half a moment. He said, "Those two haven't made their move yet, how can we bet?"

  Su Xuan said: "Let's wait for the two of them to fight for a while, and then we'll come over and support one side each. As for the stakes..." He smiled, "In any case, we have to stay here for a year, so if you win, I'll accompany you in cultivating the Three Days Technique; if I win, you'll accompany me in cultivating the Three Days Technique, how about it?"

  Xu Ziqing thought for a moment: "It's actually feasible."

  "Then it's settled!"

  Two people made a bet and had a good luck again, and they were more excited when watching the competition.

  The two people who had already exchanged blows in the arena were now about to take action again.