Chapter 92: Make That Day Bright and Clear!

  The third set.

  Mo Bei faced a delicate-looking young man from the Lin family. Although the youth had an innocent face, his mind was much more resilient than the two people Mo Bei had met before.

  "Hey, you're the Blood Demon!" The young man's face turned slightly pale, but he didn't show any discomfort. His clear eyes sparkled with a hint of unusual color: "I know I'm not your match. But Grandfather said that to get stronger, one must constantly exchange blows with strong opponents and keep practicing! So..."

  "Don't expect me to be like those before, defeated without a fight. Draw your sword!" The young man slowly drew his sword, gazing at Mo Bei, holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

  Mo Bei heard this and a hint of an approving smile appeared on his face.

  The next moment, in the instant when the young man drew his sword!

  "Hiss!"

  A dazzling flash of light burst forth in mid-air, like a lightning bolt, its speed too fast to be seen with the naked eye.

  That fleeting shadow, swiftly passing, tears across the sky!

  The young man only felt a flash before his eyes, and his sword-gripping movement suddenly stiffened.

  "What's going on?" The young man furrowed his brow, his face full of confusion. He had just been about to unleash his sword technique, but only now did he realize that his body was no longer under his control.

  A chill ran down her chest.

  The young man lowered his head and subconsciously looked at his own chest, his pupils gradually widening, and a look of astonishment and shock slowly emerging.

  His own chest, at some unknown time, had already been torn open with a huge hole.

  Blood gushes out like a babbling brook, constantly overflowing and spilling over.

  "This, this..." The young man opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but blood flowed uncontrollably from his nose and mouth.

  "Too, too fast...... What is that...... sword technique......" The young man stretched out his hand in disbelief to touch his own chest, and still wanted to say something.

  But his illusory figure had begun to gradually fade away, turning into a sprinkling of fleeting shadows that spread out and disappeared.

  "Five hundred and twenty votes, Mo Bei wins!"

  After the voice in the illusion arena sounded, Mo Bei's shadow in the arena also dissipated.

  Mo Bei, who was sitting cross-legged outside and had entered a meditative state, opened his eyes to find the same youth sitting across from him with a look of astonishment and shock on his face, his eyes filled with fervor and adoration.

  As Mo Bei looked back, the handsome young man still had a hint of childishness on his face, and suddenly a blush appeared, his eyes darting around in embarrassment, which made Mo Bei feel a sense of fondness.

  Mo Beizhan stood up and walked over with a smile.

  At this point, the handsome young man's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but think wildly:

  Just now, wasn't I a bit too much for him? I actually talked back to him and made him draw his sword. Will he kill me?

  The handsome young man was getting a little scared in his heart.

  But before he knew it, Mo Bei had already walked past him, smiling and praising: "You, you did a good job. What's your name?"

  Upon hearing this, the refined young man was stunned for a moment before reacting. His eyes suddenly revealed intense surprise, and he looked up again at Mo Bei, his wary gaze weakening somewhat.

  "Blood, Blood Demon Brother...... I, I'm called Lin Yu!" The handsome young man never thought that the Blood Demon, who was comparable to the four great geniuses, would take the initiative to talk to him, and was actually so approachable and down-to-earth, completely unlike the rumors of being arrogant and brutal.

  "Lin Yu..." Mo Bei muttered to himself, repeating the name, then looked at him again and encouraged: "Alright, I've remembered your name. Cultivate well, and strive to shine brightly in the Tai Xu Sect one day!"

  "Thank you, thank you, Blood Demon Brother! I will definitely work hard!" Lin Yu was caught off guard and, hearing Mo Bei's words, was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. With his sword in hand, he excitedly jumped into the crowd.

  Mo Bei's fourth match.

  In the illusory arena.

  "Thunderbolt Sword Technique! How about Blood Demon, go die!"

  That disciple with a ferocious face, with a scar like a centipede on his forehead, was dancing wildly with the long sword in his hand, and the long sword was humming.

  He bared his teeth and brandished his claws, striding forward with swift steps, his body swaying left and right, the sword light flashing, the long sword dancing in his hands, amidst which countless sword flowers bloomed.

  A strong gust of wind suddenly rose around him, blowing fiercely towards him, as if it would sweep people away.

  Mo Bei stood still, holding his sword and gazing coldly at the disciple in front of him, who was baring his teeth and looking extremely ferocious.

  "Die! Die! Die!" The disciple's eyebrows were furrowed and his swordsmanship was ferocious, with one slash tearing through the air, directly stabbing towards Mo Bei.

  "Whoosh!"

  In an instant, on the illusory arena, a sword aura of extreme sharpness swept across horizontally!

  "Pfft."

  The sword pierced the flesh, and a dull sound suddenly rose.

  Rumble.

  That disciple who had just been ferociously fierce, suddenly stiffened his body which was still wildly dancing, and his eyes were filled with astonishment: "Eh..."

  He slowly exhaled his last breath, his body went limp and fell to the ground, and the color in his eyes faded away.

  "Putting on airs." Mo Bei curled up the corner of his mouth coldly, glanced at him with a sidelong glance, and turned to leave.

  Knockout system, one game decides the outcome, extremely fast-paced.

  At the end of the day, out of 1,300 disciples who participated in the competition, nine-tenths were eliminated! Only over a hundred disciples remained.

  Sunset, sunset glow.

  Mo Bei, Long Hao Tian and Fang Luo You stood at the edge of the stone platform, watching one by one as their disciples lost in competition, all of whom were beating their chests and stamping their feet, entering the Bronze Ancient Gate and being transmitted back to the Holy Temple.

  "Ah……” Ye Qinghong let out a long sigh, puffed out her chest, and stretched out her delicate arms like lotus roots, feeling relieved: "The first day of the competition is finally over. We've finally made it into the top 100!"

  Long Hao Tian rarely didn't argue, hugging his chest and nodding: "Yeah yeah, but making it to the top 100 is just the first step. I'm going to follow Boss and make it into the finals together!"

  "Hmph, the one who can enter the finals with Mo Bei is definitely me." Ye Qinghong curled her lip and glared at him: "You just line up and stand in the back."

  "Yah ha, you're a female gambler, thinking of beating me?" Long Hao Tian was astonished, rubbing his nose in disbelief.

  "What's wrong with you? Mo Beigong didn't even look down on us female cultivators, what makes you think you can?"

  Ye Qinghong was somewhat angry, her pretty face stern, glaring at him with a thin layer of anger.

  After saying that, Ye Qing's eyes sparkled with cunning, and her tone changed as she smiled slyly: "I heard you've been getting quite close to Shizhi Ye Ning lately... Oh, I'll definitely remember what you just said. If it accidentally slips out and reaches Shizhi's ears..."

  Long Hao Tian was so frightened that he spat out his tongue, hastily made a flattering smile and said: "Qing Hong Shijie, why make things difficult for me? This is between you and me, why involve others?"

  Ye Qinghong crossed her arms over her chest, a sly smile spreading across her face as she hummed, "So which of us two is more formidable?"

  "Of course it's Qing Hong Shijie! Who dares to disobey? I, Long Hao Tian, will be the first to not forgive him!" Long Hao Tian immediately nodded and smiled apologetically.

  Listening to the two of them bickering, Mo Bei's mood somehow improved a lot.

  The sunset fell on the stone stage through the gap in the cloud layer, shining on everyone's face.

  The glory of a great day is not something that can be compared with the luster of grains of rice. Even its afterglow is dazzling to behold.

  After all those defeated have entered the Bronze Gate.

  The Water Moon Old Lady's staff danced in the empty air, drawing out streaks of flowing light. As the light turned and changed, it gathered into a band of light that entered the ancient bronze gate.

  The entire bronze ancient gate, which had a strong sense of quality, began to fluctuate gradually, rippling and shrinking continuously, until it transformed into a faint green streamer that completely dissipated.

  The Water Moon Granny's expression changed, and she looked down at the more than 100 remaining disciples, saying in a loud voice:

  "The match for today is over. Gather here again at sunrise tomorrow. Later, someone will lead you to your respective lodgings."

  The vast day is empty. The vast day is opposite, it is a newly emerged crescent moon.

  The new moon gradually brightened up, while the vast sun slowly sank into the clouds, and disappeared from view in the mountains.

  Mo Bei walked out of his own house and came to that stone platform.

  The bright and pale blue moonlight falls on the stone platform, the cold wind blows, and the entire stone platform looks clear and desolate.

  The entire world, under the hazy moonlight, everything appears vague and unclear, as if covered with a layer of gauze, looking mysterious.

  Mo Bei closed his eyes, carefully sensing the fluctuations of the spiritual energy around him. After a moment, he opened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise: "I didn't expect that the spiritual energy here would be even more dense than what I found at that mountain stream! The Secret Realm is indeed a Secret Realm!"

  "Alright, let's cultivate here for a while and strive to improve our strength!"

  Mo Beixin's heart stirred, and his true energy surged.

  Behind him, the green blade he had been carrying on his back was drawn out of its scabbard and shot up into the sky.

  The sword body is trembling rapidly, and it keeps humming softly.

  Under the bright moonlight, a chill is emitted!

  The sword's edge stirred in the void, drawing out several dazzling arcs of sword energy that resembled a new moon.

  Mo Bei's legs suddenly exerted force, his feet stomped the ground, and he leaped up, grasping the hilt of the sword.

  "Clear Wind Slash!"

  Mo Bei let out a loud shout, and the figure in mid-air suddenly stopped its downward trend, once again flying upwards, treading on the wind as it advanced, charging out two zhangs into the distance.

  The sword blade dances wildly, and the sword energy bursts out.

  The sword's blade flashed, sending out a fierce and violent gust of wind that whistled loudly, never ceasing to ring in the ears.

  Dancing with the moon sword!

  Under the cold moon, the sword tip flashed and appeared from time to time. As the sword shadow swept by, it was like a crescent moon, and the new moon's arc of light suddenly emerged, echoing with the new moon in the sky!

  After a long time, Mo Bei finally stopped his movements and fell to the ground after completing a set of sword techniques.

  He gazed up at the sky, staring at the bright moon, and suddenly felt inspired:

  "In this world, ordinary people or all geniuses with exceptional talents are as numerous as the fish that cross the river. But how many of them can cultivate and become great?"

  "How many? Just count on your fingers. Why?"

  "It's because those so-called geniuses, those so-called exceptional talents, are too focused on fame and hold themselves in high esteem. They think that just because they have a good innate talent, they can surpass others by one level. Relying on their own talent, they will also be able to reach the highest peak."

  "What a joke!"" Mo Bei sneered without looking back: "The path of cultivation must be fought for! If not, how can you get the opportunity?"

  "That chance of becoming an immortal was handed over to you, but you didn't know how to cherish it and instead let it slip through your fingers."

  "Ha! To be a man, to be an immortal. One must learn from the radiant sun and the bright moon, to stand alone in the vast expanse, to gaze down upon the multitude of heroes. Only by transcending the worldly can one truly be considered a great man!"

  "I want to become an immortal and live forever. I mustn't be like a grain of rice that's been scattered or a fish that's crossed the river." Mo Bei's heart was stirred up a thousand times:

  "Starting from today, we must strive, we must seize the championship, and fight for first place!"

  "I want to be that vast day, I want to be that bright moon!"