Chapter Thirty-Four: First Battle Victory

  Only Qin Ke'er and three core disciples fell on the stone platform, and everyone's eyes in the square turned to that side, and they all started discussing.

  "Look, isn't that Ao Xin Shixiong? He's a genius of our White Tiger Peak!" A disciple of White Tiger Peak wearing a white battle robe said with pride as he looked at Ao Xin on the stone platform.

  "Hmph, now I'm already a core disciple, and have nothing to do with White Tiger Peak." A young disciple sitting nearby, wearing Qinglong Peak attire, said disdainfully.

  After hearing the young man's words, the young man who spoke earlier sank his face and stared over fiercely. However, feeling the strong aura emanating from this person, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

  "Hmph, what's wrong, aren't you convinced? If you want to challenge me, I'll accompany you anytime," said the Qinglong Peak disciple with a smirk.

  "Look, isn't that Feng Chen and Jian Ying? It's been ages since we've seen them. I heard they were both taken in as direct disciples by the Sect Elder and have already entered the Foundation Building stage. Their strength is no longer ordinary." A shout of surprise came over.

  "Where? Where?" Another excited voice sounded beside him.

  "It's those two standing next to Ao Xin, what are they doing here?" The speaker's face suddenly turned puzzled.

  "Hello, senior brother. I wonder what their backgrounds are?" Wang Ke didn't understand these core disciples, so he pulled over a fellow disciple wearing the same Xuanwu Peak attire and asked.

  The young disciple wearing the Xuanwu Peak uniform was pulled by Wang Ke, initially somewhat annoyed, but when he turned his head and saw that Wang Ke was also wearing the Xuanwu Peak uniform, his expression immediately softened.

  "Huh? You're also a disciple of Xuanwu Peak? How come I've never seen you before?" The young man sized up Wang Ke for a moment, asking with some doubt.

  "Hehe, I just entered Xuanwu Peak and was sent to guard the forbidden land. It's normal that you haven't seen me, Brother Wang." King Ke rubbed his nose and said with some helplessness.

  "Oh, I see. So it's true, I've heard rumors about this. Your luck is really bad, Brother Disciple. You must have been schemed by that little spirit wood." The young cultivator's face showed a hint of realization, then he let out a sigh and said.

  He then changed his tone and said seriously: "The three core disciples above, the one on the left is called Ao Xin, who was previously an outstanding disciple of Bai Hu Peak, with extremely high innate talent, and is now a high-ranking cultivator in the foundation period. The one next to him is called Feng Chen, who was previously a disciple of Qing Long Peak, also with astonishing innate talent. The other one is called Jian Ying. These three are the top three among the new core disciples in terms of natural ability, and are the objects of admiration for all inner sect disciples." The young man spoke with an envious expression on his face.

  "Oh, I see. I don't know what they're doing here today." Wang Ke nodded and asked in a low voice, the young man next to him shook his head.

  "I don't know, as a core disciple, I shouldn't need to go through the trial by combat, and coming and going from the sect is unrestricted. However, I think they probably came with the young master today," the youth guessed.

  Because it was a bit far from that stone platform, Wang Ke couldn't hear what they were saying after all, and most of the monks around him began to speculate.

  Standing on the stone platform, Ao Xin and three others surrounded Qin Ke'er, only to hear Ao Xin say: "Ke'er Shimei, why must you participate in this inner door disciple's competition? With your identity, it's not easy to go out and gain experience."

  "Yes, indeed, Junior Sister, these inner sect disciples are shallow in their cultivation. If you were to compete with them, wouldn't that lower your own status?" The disciple named Feng Chen flattered.

  However, upon hearing this person's words, Qin Ke'er furrowed her brow: "What, have you forgotten that you were also an inner sect disciple? Now that I've encountered a bottleneck, being able to spar with fellow sect disciples will naturally be beneficial for my cultivation."

  "Alas, if Ke'er Shimei wants to spar, she can find us three, we'd be more than happy to oblige. What do you say?" The last young man also said.

  "Let's just stop talking, today I'll compete with these disciples together. If you want to watch, find your own position. If there's anything else to say, please take it back." Qin Ke'er said coldly.

  "This..." Seeing Qin Ke'er's determined face, Ao Xin looked embarrassed, and Feng Chen and Jian Ying also looked embarrassed. Finally, the three of them exchanged a glance, then shook their heads and walked down from the stone platform together.

  Qin Ke'er had already arrived in front of the old man distributing the number plates, and said lightly: "Prepare a number plate for me", and casually took off his own waist card.

  "The old man was initially hesitant, but after a moment, he could only follow Qin Ke'er's instructions and quickly arranged a number plate for her."

  "Wow, unexpectedly, even the Young Master has come to participate in the inner door competition!"

  Qin Ke'er's registration for the competition spread like wildfire across the square, immediately triggering a huge wave of discussion among the cultivators on the square, with all sorts of comments and speculations emerging.

  "Heh heh, I didn't expect the Young Master to participate in this kind of battle as well. I wonder what kind of results he'll achieve." A young disciple wearing a cyan long robe exclaimed excitedly.

  "It goes without saying, of course it's first place. The Young Master is a Spiritual Root, and I've heard that his strength has already reached the late stage of the Peak Realm, just one step away from entering the Foundation Building stage."

  "Heh heh, if I can meet Shao Zongzhu in a match, maybe we can even get closer." Some young monks thought to themselves.

  Wang Ke looked at Qin Ke'er walking down from the stone platform, his eyes were exceptionally calm, he really didn't expect Qin Ke'er to actually come and participate in this ordinary inner door disciple competition.

  "I wonder what level of strength the Young Master has reached now, I really want to see it" Wang Ke thought in his heart, recalling the scene when Qin Ke'er made her move a year ago.

  The crowd on the square was in an uproar, with more and more people gathering, possibly having received news of Qin Ke'er's participation in the martial arts competition. More and more disciples were gathered on the square, many of whom had come just to catch a glimpse of Qin Ke'er's beauty.

  At this time, Qin Ke'er took out a cyan-colored cushion and sat cross-legged in the left area of the square, closing her eyes and emitting a refreshing aura. The surrounding disciples instinctively made way for her, while the three core disciples also sat down not far away, each taking out luxurious cushions, truly majestic.

  "Brother Ao Xin, how does it look like you're watching the match?" asked Feng Chen softly, turning his head slightly to the side as he sat down.

  "Hmph, a contest like this is completely meaningless. Although there are a few Inner Disciples with decent innate talents, none of them are here. Even if they were, they would absolutely not be a match for Ke'er Shizhi."

  "That's right, Ke'er Shimei's Bing Po Quan has already made some progress, and it only takes one more step to enter the foundation period. Although there are many disciples in the late stage of Naqi on this square, none of them can pose a threat to Ke'er Shimei." The young man named Jianying said lightly after scanning the square with his eyes.

  A clear and melodious bell rang out in the sky above the square, at this time the sun was high in the sky, just right at noon, warm sunlight shone on the square, everyone looked spirited and refreshed, the arrangement of the competition had been prepared.

  Just then, Wang Ke was also closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. At this time, he heard the clear and melodious bell sound, slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to scan the square, everyone had already opened their eyes, at this time the square became quiet.

  Only on the stone platform, a middle-aged man with a calm breath stepped forward and stood at the edge of the platform, saying slowly: "Today's inner door comparison is hosted by me. It's still the old rule that the one who retreats automatically admits defeat. In the competition, you can show your skills to the fullest. Knives and swords have no eyes, each relying on their own luck. The top ten winners can receive rewards."

  "Alright, now I declare the competition officially started. Each of you disciples will compete according to your own match information. The winner will automatically advance." The middle-aged man finished speaking and slowly retreated back.

  "The trial has finally begun" Wang Ke slowly stood up, a white light flashed in his hand, and the trial card appeared in his hand. After reading the information on it clearly, he turned around and walked to the right.

  He soon found his own fighting area, at this time a young monk wearing a cyan long gown was already standing on the field. The young monk had a straight figure, proudly standing on the field, emitting a mid-term Nascent Soul aura from his body, with a strong self-confidence on his face, and was obviously a disciple of Qinglong Peak.

  "It's actually a disciple of Qinglong Peak" Looking at his opponent, Wang Ke couldn't help but think of the time he was humiliated by a Qinglong Peak disciple, and his face suddenly turned gloomy.

  He walked slowly onto the dueling arena, and the eyes of the Qing Long Peak disciples turned over, staring at Wang Ke as he approached. After sizing him up for a moment, one of them sneered: "Hmph, a disciple of Xuan Wu Peak, looks like your luck is pretty good today."

  "Zhèng Dé shī xiōng shàng a, jū rán shì Xuán Wǔ Fēng de fèi wù, shī xiōng yī kǒu qì bǎ tā jiě jué le ba!" At this time, several cultivators dressed in the same attire as the young man on stage had already stood up beside the arena and were shouting loudly.

  "Haha, kid, you're unlucky to have met me. You'd better leave on your own." The young man's aura was thick and rich, indicating that he had been in the Nascent Soul stage for some time.

  Although the aura emanating from Wang Ke's body was also in the mid-term of Qi Refining, it seemed very ordinary, so this Qinglong Peak disciple didn't take Wang Ke seriously.

  Wang Ke didn't waste any words, his right hand formed a sword gesture, and instantly two rays of sword light appeared, swirling around him. Seeing Wang Ke's battle stance, the other person raised an eyebrow and sneered: "Hmph, since you don't know what's good for you, then I won't hold back."

  When he finished speaking, the young monk raised his right hand and a green light shot out. In an instant, three sword lights appeared, forming a "pin" shape, and charged at Wang Ke.

  Watching the three sword lights rushing towards him from the opposite side, Wang Ke's expression remained calm. With a flick of his right hand, the two sword lights beside him flashed with a blue light and met the incoming attack head-on.

  The sword lights flashed at an incredible speed, colliding in mid-air with a series of clear "clangs". At the same time, a voice of unbelievable shock echoed through: "How is this possible? How could my sword light be shattered?"

  Surprisingly, it was the Qinglong Peak disciple standing opposite him. At this moment, the three sword lights he released had all shattered, while the two sword lights Wang Ke released were intact and undamaged. A green light flashed, continuing to shoot forward.

  Two sword lights came, the young man's face changed, his right hand flashed with a blue light, and in an instant, a blue cold iron sword appeared in his hand. He first retreated back, then raised his sword to block.

  Two sword lights and the Cold Iron Sword shot out sparks, but were blocked by this young man. However, before he could catch his breath, a chill suddenly surged from behind him. Before he could react, a cyan longsword had already been placed on his neck.

  A blue long sword with a cold light flashed, placed horizontally on his neck. Feeling the icy sword intent emanating from the sword, the young man's body stiffened and he hastily stuttered: "I concede, I concede".

  A soft voice of "concession" came out of Wang Ke's mouth, and he put away his long sword, turned around and walked slowly out of the arena. The young man behind him looked at Wang Ke's back, with a complex expression in his eyes, as well as deep doubt.

  Several disciples at the scene had already stared in amazement, and the two had only exchanged blows for two rounds. In their eyes, the incredibly powerful senior brother had already been defeated.

  "Zhèng Dé shī xiōng, zhè shì zěnme huìr de ā, gāng gāng......" A young monk asked in shock.

  "I don't know, don't ask me, humph, didn't expect to lose the first match." The young man's face was gloomy as he swiftly exited the arena, hastily walking away without even acknowledging his fellow cultivators who had come with him.