Chapter 16: The Great Music Competition (Part 1)

  A red sun over the red mountains and rivers.

  Beifeng Cloud Valley is also under the red sun's rays.

  At this time, the ordinary disciples were somewhat out of control. This time, Lu Yuan, who was usually low-key and at the bottom of the top ten true transmission disciples, performed so well.

  Twenty moves defeat Situ Zuo.

  Ten moves defeat Situ You.

  Five moves defeat Sima Wen.

  Two moves defeat Sima Huo.

  One move is better than Sima Hao.

  Twenty moves, ten moves, five moves, two moves, one move, and indeed there is a pattern. At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "It's not even the time of one incense stick yet." At this moment, the ordinary disciples couldn't help but think of what Lu Yuan said at the beginning: "Alright, Shi Tu Left, Shi Tu Right, Shi Ma Wen, Shi Ma Huo, you five come and let me guide you. It's not that I'm unwilling to, but if I want to win against you five, it can't be too easy. I'll have to put in some effort. Let's try to settle this within the time of one incense stick, and after we're done, we can continue sleeping. We didn't sleep well last night."

  At this time, a stick of incense still had its last bit burning, and it was indeed as he said.

  The pot is boiling over, and at this moment it has indeed boiled over.

  Lu Yuan's brilliant performance caused the ordinary disciples watching to be in an uproar, and even many of the ninth-generation elders couldn't help but ask themselves if their own swordsmanship was inferior to that of this tenth-generation disciple.

  Is this really the usually poor-performing Lu Yuan?

  Is this really Lu Yuan, the last ranked among the top ten true disciples?

  Too unbelievable!

  "Which one said that Lu Yuan is ranked last among the top ten true disciples?"

  "Yes, yes, it's so powerful." For a moment, Beifeng felt a bit out of control.

  ——————

  At this time, Lu Yuan listened to the shouts from beside him. At first, it was quite pleasant to hear, after all, in this world, who doesn't like to save face? When one wins against so many people and they cheer for themselves, it's a matter of having face. However, as time passed, it became just that same old thing, and he lazily returned to the position of the top ten true disciples.

  "Not bad, this time it's a long face." Ye Fang said as he walked over.

  "Sixth Brother, when did you become so formidable? You didn't even tell me." Wherever Ye Fang was, Ye Yuan would be there too. As the tenth of the top ten true disciples, Ye Yuan naturally sat in as well.

  Lu Yuan shrugged: "No way, I've been practicing hard recently."

  "Cut." Ye Fang and Ye Yuan simultaneously made a cutting sound, they couldn't believe that Lu Yuan would really work hard in bitter training. In their impression, Lu Yuan had always been extremely lazy, never seen him make an effort before, this was the first time. So to say, even if one's own dead party didn't understand oneself as much as Master Li Yuanbai did, they were actually quite diligent too. Of course, this sentence just floated up in their mind, and they couldn't help but blush a little.

  It seems that my own face skin is still not thick enough.

  At the same time, Lu Yuan felt that some of his fellow disciples beside him were looking at him with a different gaze.

  Originally, I was always ranked at the bottom among the top ten true disciples, so these people would naturally look down on me.

  Now, he has shown that among the top ten true disciples, his strength can be ranked in the middle to upper echelons. The eyes of these people naturally changed, and they naturally had to pay more attention to him.

  At this time, Master Yún Yì said: "Lù Yuán, not bad, well done." He nodded his head, thinking that Lù Yuán's performance was quite good. However, there was a hint of trying to win Lù Yuán over, as he and Old Second Yún Píng were competing for the strongest position among the top ten true disciples.

  Liu Yuan was originally at the bottom of the rankings in terms of strength, and his master Shouyuan Wujin didn't think much of him either. Yun Yi didn't have a high opinion of Liu Yuan, but now it seemed necessary to pull him over.

  Lu Yuan smiled slightly.

  What a joke, he wouldn't be recruited by Master Cloud Drifter himself. Once recruited, he would inevitably get entangled in the struggle between him and Second Master Cloud Peace. With that kind of trouble, he'd rather soak in a bubble bath, take a nap, eat some barbecue, drink some wine, and spend his idle time accompanying them in their power struggles.

  So, she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders without answering.

  It's really stupid to tell the truth.

  Just sat there in a daze for a while, suddenly remembered the matter at hand, turned his face to Sima Bo: "Fifth brother, now is the time to fulfill the bet." Just now, Lu Yuan and Sutu Zuo's trial was too brilliant, so brilliant that even the ten great true transmission disciples, most people temporarily forgot about this matter.

  At that time, before the trial, Sima Bo had determined the position of Lu Yuan's top ten true disciples, which would be taken by his brother Sima Hao. This was also unavoidable. The trap set by Sima Changbai, the Dayi Sword, was indeed too powerful. Just look at those five people - Situ Zuo, Situ You, Sima Wen, Sima Huo, and Sima Hao. Such a team of five is not easily solved.

  At that time, almost everyone thought Lu Yuan would definitely lose.

  At that time, Lu Yuan and Sima Bo made a bet, and Sima Bo thought he had already won.

  But who would have thought that things would take a turn for the better and develop into what we see today.

  Now, as soon as Lu Yuanyi mentioned it, everyone immediately remembered this bet.

  Ye Fang chimed in from beside him: "If you make a bet, then you have to abide by the rules of the bet."

  "Isn't it that the fifth son of the Ten Great True Disciples, Old Five, is actually an untrustworthy person?" The two of them were calling out in a strange and eerie tone, causing all the fellow disciples to stare, making Sima Bo's already ashen face even more unbearable. This time, the bet was truly unavoidable: "Forty low-grade spirit stones, I don't have on me right now, I'll give them to you later. Take this Long Rainbow Sword." Sima Bo reluctantly looked at the hilt of the Long Rainbow Sword, which still had a bright red gemstone embedded in it. As one of the Ten Great True Disciples and with Sima Changbai as his ancestor, he only had one flying sword, showing just how precious flying swords were.

  But this bet is not reliable at all.

  All ten true disciples are here, once you betray, your reputation will be completely destroyed.

  So, I had no choice but to hand over this Long Rainbow Sword.

  At this time, Sima Bo was really dumbfounded, bitter, oh so bitter!

  However, it was no use for him to swallow his anger and eat humble pie. Lu Yuan would not have any sympathy for him at all. Sima Bo was still reluctant to part with his Longhong Sword, but Lu Yuan had already snatched it away from him with a swift motion. As soon as the Longhong Sword landed in his hand, he felt a warm sensation, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword was out of its scabbard.

  Lu Yuan's own sword, Nourishing Me Sword, shone brightly like a pool of clear water, nourishing the majestic and righteous energy of heaven and earth.

  Now, this long rainbow sword in hand, the body of the sword is a flowing crimson red, just like a rainbow between heaven and earth, warm to the touch, matching the fire-based sword technique such as the Great Sun Sword Technique, is most suitable.

  Lu Yuan lightly plucked the sword's sound.

  A humming sound like flames being fanned.

  Listen to the sound of the sword, the sound of the sword is crisp and clear, appreciate the appearance of the sword, a flash of red flows, it's a good sword.

  "Good sword." Lu Yuan exclaimed, of course, Lu Yuan's praise made Sima Bo's face even more iron-blue. No mistake, Lu Yuan was originally stimulating Sima Bo. At this time, the Longhong Sword had already been obtained, but it lacked forty low-grade spirit stones. Forty low-grade spirit stones were not a small amount, and even if one was among the top ten true disciples of the sect, they would only receive ten low-grade spirit stones per year from the sect. If there were no other sources, accumulating these low-grade spirit stones would take four years. Therefore, it was normal that Sima Bo did not have forty low-grade spirit stones on him at present, and nobody would carry such a huge asset with them.

  However, it's bound to fall into his own hands sooner or later. Thinking of the forty low-grade spirit stones, such a huge asset, Lu Yuan found himself drooling slightly.

  Good! Good!

  Facing Sī Mǎ Zhǎng Bái who wants to take over Master Lǐ Yuán Bái's business, he must be slapped hard in the face.

  Facing Si Ma Hao who wants to plot against his own top ten true disciples, he must be severely slapped in the face.

  And Sima Changbai's eldest grandson, Sima Hao's elder brother Sima Bo, also had a slap in the face.

  Not just physically, but also mentally.

  Spiritually, their actions this time failed, and in front of so many people, they severely struck Sima Changbai and Sima Hao's face, making Sima Changbai's plan fail and Sima Hao's dreams shattered. Even Sima Hao was forced to kneel before him, the ultimate humiliation, which is called a spiritual blow.

  As for the material aspect, it was a bet with Sima Bo, and this time, he won a Long Hong Fei Jian sword and 40 low-grade Ling stones. This bet was absolutely not small, and he could be said to have made a big profit.

  It can be said that this is a double blow both spiritually and materially.

  This blow is expected to take a long time for Sima Changbai's line to recover from.

  That's right, I'm lazy, but if you really think I'm lazy and think I can be deceived, then Sima Changbai, Sima Hao, and Sima Bo are examples. The position of one of my top ten true disciples is not easy to take.

  ……

  Behind them, the real excitement of the North Peak's grand competition - the showdown between the top ten authentic disciples.

  For the competition among the top ten true disciples, Lu Yuan didn't take it to heart and just casually dealt with it. Due to his earlier performance, he could easily win in the competition among the top ten true disciples. The elders' eyes were all shining, knowing that he was not weak, and there was no excuse to deprive him of his position as one of the top ten true disciples.

  Of course, Lu Yuan also knew that the ten true disciples were competing with each other, and many elders, as well as guests from outside the mountain, wanted to see not themselves, but the competition between Master Cloud Drifter and Second Master Cloud Calm. Since they were supporting actors, they should play their part well, and casually responding would be enough, no need to try too hard.

  Naturally, Lu Yuan also saw the strength of his two seniors, Yun Yi and Yun Ping. Although their swordsmanship was inferior to his own, their magical powers were incredibly profound, far surpassing his own by a factor of ten or even more. These two seniors, despite being outmatched in swordsmanship, could easily defeat him with their vastly superior magical powers.

  These two seniors are probably not just at the level of the eighth layer of fine meridians and micro-meridians in the Qi Refining stage, but may be even higher!

  Lu Yuan was even more aware of his own position, and now his strength, among the top ten true disciples, was considered to be in the middle to upper ranks, still far inferior to Master Cloud Drift and Second Master Cloud Plain.

  However, he didn't want to be one of the top ten true disciples, nor did he want to contend for the position of future Northern Peak master. He just wanted to live a leisurely life, and his strength didn't need to surpass that of Eldest Senior Brother or Second Senior Brother.

  "Ah———" Before he knew it, drowsiness crept up on him again.

  The sunset fills the sky, red clouds fluttering everywhere, changing and transforming in countless ways.

  "The Northern Peak Grand Comparison has officially come to an end." At this time, Lu Yuanchen suddenly woke up with a start. Oh no, I've slept for half the afternoon again! Forgive me, forgive me. (Recently, the power grid has been under maintenance, and although electricity came back last night, there are still some issues with it now. I'll post the stored chapters first, and if the electricity is stable later, there will be a third update; if not, today will only have two updates. Sorry.)