Chapter 32: Still Applying Himself (Part 1)

  Daoyan's lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say anything. Daoling said angrily: "That bastard Qitianliu went too far. This is just an internal competition within our sect. He actually used a powerful killing move, and if Daoyan didn't have deep cultivation, his physical body would have been destroyed. The Sect Master went to reason with Qitianliu's Sect Master, but they pushed it off with the excuse of 'no eyes on the immortal arts'. I'll make sure that next time I meet that bastard, I'll take care of him." It turned out that during the competition between Daoyan and Yifengxing, Daoyan had been in a superior position, using his slightly stronger cultivation to thoroughly suppress his opponent. Just as he was about to win, and Yifengxing was retreating step by step, Daoyan slowed down his hand to avoid hurting both sects' morale, intending to force Yifengxing to surrender himself. However, Yifengxing took advantage of Daoyan's relaxation and used a ruthless technique, using his own blood as a catalyst to suddenly increase his magical power and launch a sneak attack on Daoyan. His silver spear actually pierced through Daoyan's chest, and if it weren't for the timely rescue by Jietiandaozun, Daoyan would have had his physical body destroyed by now. After hearing Daoling's account, Hailong couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, recalling Yifengxing's victory over him back then, and couldn't help but feel a deep hatred in his heart, with cold glints flashing in his eyes. He took out the Lingdan given to him by Daoming from the Qiankunjie and fed it to Daoyan, using his magical power to guide the medicine's effect. Through his exploration of the magical power, Hailong discovered that many of Daoyan's main meridians were damaged, and without several years of bitter cultivation, he would never be able to recover his original cultivation level. Taking a deep breath, Hailong said coldly: "Brother, don't worry, your injury won't be in vain. Tomorrow, Yifengxing's opponent will be me. I'll make him pay the price for his actions. Autumn Kills Golden Wind Qitian Spear? Tomorrow, I'll make him lose his spear and his life."

  Under the effect of the spiritual elixir, a hint of spirit was restored in Dao Yan's eyes. Weakly, he said: "Younger brother, tomorrow you must not be careless. Although Yi Feng Xing is despicable, he also has some real talent and learning. Be careful of his cunning schemes, and you must not take his life. Although someone like him deserves to die, for the sake of our Orthodox Seven Sects, you absolutely cannot do something foolish." The spiritual power that Hai Long had just infused into his body allowed him to sense that the cultivation level of this younger brother in front of him was even higher than his own.

  "Hai Long coldly said: 'What's the point of keeping this kind of trash? I won't harm his Dao foundation.'"

  Daoyan grasped the hand of Hailong, coughing a few times, and said: "Younger brother, promise me, absolutely do not kill him. Just give him some punishment and that's enough. Promise me." With just a slight nod, Daoyan's face was already covered in big drops of sweat. His expression was slightly twisted, but his eyes were filled with an entreating gaze.

  Looking at Dao Yan's painful appearance, Hailong felt a pang of sympathy in his heart and reluctantly nodded, saying: "Alright, I'll agree to your request. However, even if I don't kill him, I won't let him off easily either."

  The next morning, Hailong arrived early at his own competition stage. Since the competition was still some time away from starting, there were not many disciples gathered here. Today's top eight matchups were: Hailong vs Yifeng Xing, Yu Hua vs Qinghe of the Lianhua Sect, Yu Ping vs Tianqin, and another disciple of the Qingshen Sect vs Jin Zong's only remaining disciple, Wuzhao Xian.

  According to Hailong's estimation, Yuhua has a greater chance of winning against Qinghe, while Yuping's skills are slightly inferior to her sister's, and she might be in danger against Shang Tianqin. As for the two disciples, Wenxin Zong and Wuzhao Xian, he didn't know much about them, so he couldn't make a judgment. Looking at the result of the draw, if he and Yuhua both win today, they will meet each other in tomorrow's competition. At that time, how will he face her? He let out a light sigh and thought to himself: Never mind, first take care of Yifeng Xing today, and then think about it later. The grudge against Daoyan must be avenged. He had been looking down on that kid for a long time, who relied on his good looks to act arrogantly. Today, he would let him taste the flavor of defeat. Moreover, he had already designed a plan for his downfall.

  "Ah! Aren't you Dao Yu? How come you're here so early?" Hailong turned around in surprise, only to see the Water Spirit who had lost to him yesterday standing behind him with a smile. He hastily paid his respects and said: "Greetings, Master Sister. Are you also here to watch the battle today? It seems that Yi Feng Xing's charm is indeed great!"

  She snorted disdainfully and said, "What does his charm have to do with me? Only those like Yuan Yue... would be infatuated to the point of being dizzy. They're here specifically to cheer you on."

  Hai Long frowned and said: "You want me to refuel? I won against you yesterday, aren't you angry?"

  Shui Ling smiled slightly and said, "My heart isn't that narrow-minded, is it? Besides, your cultivation is indeed stronger than mine. After I went back yesterday, I carefully thought about the situation during the competition. In terms of both cultivation and tactics, I'm not as good as you. Losing was very normal. Since you won against me, you must continue to win. If you get the championship in the end, my loss wouldn't be in vain. At least I was eliminated by the champion. However, don't get too proud. This year I'm only 810 years old, and I can still participate in next year's Newcomer Tournament. By then, I will definitely be able to get the championship."

  Looking at the interesting girl in front of him, Hailong smiled, "It seems I've been calling you the wrong name all along. You're not my senior sister, but rather my junior sister! I'm eight or nine years older than you."

  Shui Ling snorted, saying: "What's the use of being older? Since I've already called you Shifu, I won't take it back. Oh, right, I heard that Yi Feng Xing is very cunning! You lost to him in the preliminary round, didn't you? Do you have any hope of winning today?" Hai Long smiled calmly and said: "Whether or not there's hope, we'll see what happens on stage. In any case, thank you for coming to watch me compete. Apart from our sect members, you're the first person to come watch my match, so calling you Shifu isn't a big deal."

  "Then you'd better work harder. I believe in you. I'm starving, I'll go eat something first, you wait here." After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked towards the pastries that had just been placed beside the racing platform. Looking at her soft and beautiful back, Hailong smiled slightly and muttered: "She's really an interesting girl, much better than those Rounyue Liu's."

  "Hey, how come the defeated general under Master Yi is here so early? Didn't you have a hard time sleeping last night?" Several disciples of Qiantian Liu walked over to Hailong, their eyes filled with disdain, as if they could easily defeat him themselves. Hailong pretended to sigh and said, "Yes! Master Yifeng's cultivation is so high, how can I be his opponent? I didn't expect to meet him again in the competition, what bad luck! Please help me ask Master Yi to go easy on me, I'm not feeling well."

  The words of the Sea Dragon instantly made these Tianyun Sect disciples even more arrogant, and they burst out laughing one by one. The disciple who spoke earlier said: "Don't worry, Brother Yi will not use too much force to deal with you, a soft-shelled shrimp like you. If you're smart, just admit defeat as soon as you go on stage. That way, you can avoid being miserably defeated under Brother Yi's Silver Moon Gun."

  "It's a good idea indeed. Thanks to several seniors. Ah! Look, there is a beautiful woman taking off her clothes over there."

  In the midst of the sea dragon's exclamation, several Qitian sect disciples couldn't help but look in the direction of his gaze. Indeed, not far from them, a slender and beautiful girl stood with her back to them, completely naked. These Qitian sect disciples were all at a level below the peak of their cultivation, and the Qitian sect had always advocated for dual cultivation, so how could they resist this temptation? Instantly, they drooled and struck a pose like pigs. The sea dragon blew a breath towards them and whispered, "Set." A few strands of golden light instantly entered the bodies of those Qitian sect disciples. They froze in place, maintaining their original posture. The illusory naked beauty had already disappeared. The sea dragon muttered to himself, "This Object Manipulation Technique and Mind Stabilization Technique are really useful! It's a good thing that Senior left them for me." The two techniques he used earlier did not belong to the Lianyun Sect, but were instead derived from the memories of Liu'er, which he had obtained after forming his golden elixir. The Object Manipulation Technique could change anything in his mind into reality within a short period. The illusory naked beauty was created by the sea dragon based on the Water Spirit that had just left, only without clothes. As for the Mind Stabilization Technique, it was completely different from the Immobilization Technique used by Master Zhi Shui. This technique would only work on people with much lower cultivation levels than himself. If the opponent's cultivation level was equal to his own, this technique would not be effective at all. Once the Mind Stabilization Technique took effect, the person affected would remain in their original posture and fall into a deep coma, unable to wake up unless the sea dragon personally lifted the spell. It was a rather sinister technique.

  The dragon looked around and saw no one, quickly using the Forgetful Spirit Technique to erase the memories of these few Qitian Sect disciples who had seen him before. He lightly tapped each of their waistbands and then floated away.

  The sun was high in the sky. The disciples of various sects arrived at the competition venue, preparing to watch today's match between the eight and four. As they passed by the sixth competition stage, they would see several Tianwen Sect disciples standing there with a silly expression on their faces, mouths agape, looking particularly comical. For a moment, everyone pointed and whispered, making the sixth stage the most watched place of the day.

  In a short while, the news reached Xiang Yun, the master of the Qitian sect. He immediately led the second master, Xing Tian, and several elders to hurry over. When he saw that his own disciples had made such a shameful pose, he really wanted to kill them on the spot. With a loud hum, he floated in front of the leading disciple, slapped him on the shoulder with one palm, and activated his own magic power to stimulate the disciple's meridians. However, he was surprised to find that the disciple's body had no abnormalities, everything was normal in his meridians, and not even a hint of magic power was lost. He tried several methods in succession, but none of them could unlock the seal on the disciple's body. As the master of Qitian sect, facing so many orthodox disciples, he couldn't even unlock the seal on his own disciple, Xiang Yun's anger grew more intense, and he shouted: "Take them back first. After today's competition is over, I will unlock their seals." Not only was Xiang Yun furious, but Xing Tian also had a gloomy face, as most of these disciples were from his sect, and such a situation made him lose face. None of them noticed that in the crowd, Hailong's eyes revealed a disdainful expression, as if nothing was wrong.

  After several Tian Xiang Sect disciples were taken away, the other sects' disciples couldn't help but discuss it heatedly, causing the Tian Xiang Sect disciples to hang their heads in shame. At this time, Yi Feng Xing arrived at the Six Harmonies Competition stage with a group of fellow disciples, and he had also heard about what happened, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. Hai Long heard one of his disciples say: "Elder Brother Yi, calm down, you still have to compete later."

  Yi Feng Xing coldly said, "Hmph, I don't know who's so bold, daring to move our Tian Liu people. The match later is nothing, it's just my subordinate losing anyway. It won't take a few minutes, and I'll make him roll off the stage. Today I'm in a bad mood, I must let that little brat suffer more."

  Hai Long sneered secretly in his heart, who will be the one to suffer in the end? It's just uncertain when it will be someone else's turn to fall.

  The bell rang, and the top eight competition of the Seven Sects' New Disciples' Tournament began. Hailong calmly walked onto the stage, seemingly oblivious to Yifeng Xing in front of him, bowed to the five supervising elders, gazed into the distance, and stood proudly there. Yifeng Xing snorted, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, saying: "Dao-Yu junior brother, I didn't think we'd have a second chance at a showdown. Your luck is really good! You're actually able to make it into the rematch."

  The dragon king glanced at him disdainfully and said, "Yes! My luck is very good. I can also fight against the easy-going master of the Qitian sect again. Ah, Master Yi, just now I really wanted to see how many of your fellow disciples were evil. Are they afraid that you will lose, so they are so nervous? In fact, they don't have much to worry about. Losing is always going to lose, anyway, you already know your own ending."

  Yi Feng Xing's anger surged, and he shouted: "You little brat, stop playing with your tongue! Today, if I don't give you a good scare, you'll think we're nobody from the Tian Liu Sect. Look at this!" A silver light flashed, and the Silver Moon Spear flew out of his hand, heading straight for Hai Long's face. Hai Long's eyes gleamed with a sharp light; he had already decided that today, he would not give Yi Feng Xing any chance to resist, nor would he allow him to use any cunning tricks. A clear whistle sounded, "Qian Jun Qing Yu Yu." Tens of thousands of sparkling lights poured out from Hai Long's chest, covering the sky and sweeping towards Yi Feng Xing under the cover of golden light.

  A faint smile spread across Yifeng Xing's face as he thought that the technique Hai Long was using was nothing more than a variation of the Wan Jian Jue performed on that day. With full force, he urged his spiritual power to control the Silver Moon Spear, using the Transparent Point Technique to charge towards the large patch of colorful lights and shadows. However, when his Silver Moon Spear charged into Hai Long's illusory myriad shadows, Yifeng Xing knew he was wrong, and terribly so. The attack of the Silver Moon Spear was strong, but as soon as it touched the patch of shadows transformed from the colorful lights, its brilliance greatly diminished, and a piercing sound of clashing metal rang out. His famous treasure, the Silver Moon Spear, had been shattered into powder in that patch of shadows. Before he could feel heartache, Yifeng Xing clearly felt an enormous pressure coming from all directions, leaving him no room to dodge. A red glow burst forth, and a sun-shaped treasure appeared in Yifeng Xing's hand. The sun had a huge gap in it, and the red light flashed suddenly. Yifeng Xing gritted his teeth and urged the broken sun knife in his hand to unleash the Qian Tian Liu Mi Ji technique - Broken Sun Slash. In an instant, the entire competition stage darkened, and a dark red airflow shot out from the broken sun knife like a monster. The nearly evil energy suddenly collided with Hai Long's ultimate skill unleashed with the small iron rod.

  (I just returned from attending the annual meeting of Qidian, and I'll unlock a chapter for everyone to read first.)