Chapter Seventy-Nine: Evil Omen

  Let's put aside what happened on the observation deck for now. After winning the first round, Lei Dong finally entered the top 26. However, in the next round, because he had to draw a chief disciple from the thirteen holes, the difficulty was much higher than the first round. What made him most unacceptable was drawing Ding Yuanyan or Dongfang Xiang. This would put him at a disadvantage, after all, Lei Dong himself was also eager for some of the rewards in the competition. Especially the large amount of contribution points and a pill of Foundation Establishment Dan. Although his senior sister Ding had already given him one, Lei Dong knew that with his qualifications, even if he advanced to the 12th layer of the Refining Qi period, the probability of succeeding with just one Foundation Establishment Dan was not high. Having an extra Foundation Establishment Dan would give him an extra insurance to rush into the Foundation Establishment period.

  He didn't have time to determine whether Zuo Chao had won, so Lei Dong returned to the temporary rest room, swallowed a dan pill, and began to meditate to recover his energy. Although he had just fought against Bo Chang and relied on the latter's carelessness to gain an advantage without expending too much energy, the next opponent was going to be a tough one, and he didn't dare to be careless at all. Lei Dong also had a strong demand for foundation-building dan. Because if he wanted to buy one, he would have to sell more than 100 middle-grade spirit ghosts to afford it. Not to mention that it would take a huge amount of time and effort, even if he had 100 middle-grade spirit ghosts, the risk of problems arising would be too great if he sold them himself. If he ran around to more than 100 markets to sell them separately, when would he finish? Wouldn't unexpected things happen halfway through?

  As for peddling a top-grade spirit ghost, that's purely seeking death. Others may not bother to make things difficult for a Qi-refining period cultivator just for the sake of a mid-grade spirit ghost's money. But the value of a top-grade spirit ghost is enough to stir up greed in even Golden Core period powerhouses, and there will be absolutely no chance of getting off scot-free. By then, it will truly be irretrievable.

  It was also for this reason that Lei Dong attached great importance to whether he could obtain a foundation-establishing pill this time. Moreover, there was the extremely precious artifact that was tempting him to go all out. The extremely precious artifact was even rarer and more valuable than the foundation-establishing pill. If he couldn't get one of the top three places, with Wan Gui Lao Zu's temper, he would definitely take back the artifact and exile himself to a desolate and barren land.

  Especially the latter, which is unbearable for Leidong. In this land of abundant resources, cultivation has already been so difficult. If you go to that cold and resource-scarce place, you can forget about reaching the foundation period in this lifetime.

  Putting aside distractions, he calmed down and continued to meditate. An hour later, he opened his eyes, full of energy and vitality. The strength he had lost earlier was fully restored.

  It was at this moment that someone came to announce that the next lottery drawing was about to begin.

  Unlike the small competitions, there is ample time for you to recover and catch your breath. The big competition, due to time constraints, cannot afford to let you fight one match and rest for three days. Each match is very compact.

  Settled his mind, Lei Dong had arrived at the lottery location. He saw Zuo Chao was also there, apparently he too had defeated his opponent and entered the top 26, couldn't help but smile and greet him. However, next up, he would have to fight hard among these thirteen chief disciples for a spot in the top 13, the difficulty was likely to be great. But even if he lost, he could still strive for 14th or 15th place.

  From the left, a sigh of relief was heard. In the previous round of thirteen matches, three people had died. The competition was indeed cruel and dangerous. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, everyone wanted to push forward, even if it was just one step ahead. The chances of getting the foundation elixir would increase by a fraction. Because once two furnaces of foundation elixirs were produced, even those ranked twentieth had a chance of getting one. It was impossible for people not to fight with all their might.

  This time, the draw was carried out by thirteen chief disciples who went up one by one to draw lots. The first one to go up and draw was Dongfang Xiang. Looking at the tense faces of the people around him, it was clear that no one wanted to encounter Dongfang Xiang's terrifying subordinate.

  "The second match of the A-grade arena, Dongfang Xiang of Tianmo Palace versus Dong Bugun of Gui Sha Fu." As the golden elixir-level elder in charge of drawing lots announced this sentence with a poker face, Lei Dong's heart also put down about half of its anxiety, guessing that most people present were feeling the same way. The only exception was Dong Bugun of Gui Sha Fu.

  Many people looked at the poor kid with some schadenfreude, and indeed, that guy's face turned white, almost crying. A friend in need is a friend indeed, this was more than they could have hoped for.

  The second one to draw the lottery is Ding Yuanyan, Teacher Ding's sister. Lei Dong and Zuo Chao's hearts tightened again. Those who prayed to God and Buddha wished that Teacher Ding would have a good hand and not draw her two junior brothers... As for others, let them be unlucky.

  "The second match of Arena B, Wan Gui Ku Ting Ruoyan versus Yan Mo Gu Li Yao." He shouted out the words with a still expressionless face.

  After getting this result, Ding Yuanyan also let out a sigh of relief, but didn't even bother to take a look at that Li Yao guy. On the other hand, Lei Dong and Zuo Chao were overjoyed and glanced at that unlucky Li Yao kid. That little guy had a clear brow and bright eyes, but his complexion was pale and bloodless, looking like he would fall over with just a gentle breeze.

  Wan Gui Lao Zu, who was far away on the stage, saw this scene and smiled gloomily, saying: "Yanmo Demoness, do you want to make a bet with me? Don't say I'm bullying women, three to one odds."

  Yanmo also didn't want Li Yao to meet either of the Yin and Yang duo, as that was almost certainly a losing battle. Yan's face looked a bit unsightly, and she said in a bad mood to Wan Gui: "Scram, I won't even play with you for ten times the stakes."

  "Haha, I hope that little brat didn't drain you dry, or else it wouldn't be fun to beat him up." Wan Gui Lao Zu said with a pleased tone of kicking someone while they're down.

  "Wan Gui, you're so proud, but be careful, I'll find a chance to take care of your proud disciple, what's his name? Lei Dong, right? First rape then kill." The demonic and evil spirit said with a ferocious tone.

  The ten thousand ghosts hurriedly shut their mouths, this demon woman, she really can't be provoked. Mainly because she is too difficult to deal with.

  ……

  This thunder movement, who would have thought that even lying down could get hit. At this moment, the mood is actually quite relaxed. As long as this round doesn't match against the Yin and Yang duo, Thunder still has confidence to play around. Next, however, it's Thunder's arch-nemesis Bai Li Yun going up to draw lots. With a gloomy gaze, he glanced at Thunder with an eerie smile.

  A sudden surge of anger in his heart, but he immediately let go. Even if he drew himself, what could he do? It was inevitable that they would fight eventually, and it was better to settle him on this stage with a clear conscience, to eliminate future troubles. As for the old thief Gu's personal difficulties, his own ancestors were not born to be bullied.

  Only to see that hundred-mile cloud, under the shield of Jin Dan's divine consciousness, he reached out to touch the sign. After touching it for a while, he took it out and looked at it, and suddenly smiled again with a hint of thunder and cloudy movements.

  "The Withered Bone Peak's hundred-mile clouds, confronting the myriad ghosts' cave, thunder rumbles." The Golden Elixir Elder, seemingly asleep, expressionless, read out this lottery result.

  Haha. Many people began to cast sympathetic and mocking glances at Lei Dong, but Lei Dong seemed to have expected it, his face calm and unmoving.

  "Ten thousand ghosts, it seems your luck isn't good either." Yanmo saw this situation and couldn't help but laugh: "That little guy's skills are solid, with three tenth-level ghost soldiers. But compared to Baili Xiaozi, he still falls short by a notch. What a pity, what a pity." In her opinion, if Leidong was among the last few chief disciples to be drawn, there would still be a chance for him to advance another round.

  "Ha ha ~ Wan Gui, do you want to make a bet with me? Don't say that I'm bullying your disciple who only has 8 layers of Qi refinement. One against three, how about it?" The dry and eerie smile of the old ancestor Ku Gu sounded particularly piercing.

  "Dead bones, are you still shameless?" Wan Gui Lao Zu's face turned gloomy: "In this kind of situation, you also dare to cheat and play tricks?"

  "Wan Gui, speak with evidence." The dry bones' green eyeballs glared: "Which eye of yours saw me cheat? Not daring to bet is not daring to bet, what nonsense are you spouting, showing off what prestige?"

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  A few words: Some thoughts on resonance and disgust, a little reflection, and a plug for votes~

  An author, when writing a book, especially a long one. As long as it is written with heart and blood, rather than perfunctorily, even if the text is not perfect. Often unintentionally, they will incorporate their own life experiences, insights, and emotions into the plot. Not only does this reveal the story's narrative, but also the author's personality and emotional imprints that are scattered throughout the text. These are things that cannot be erased as long as one creates sincerely.

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  From this, in the creation process. I have never hoped that all people who understand Chinese characters would like Dà Mó Tóu. I just hope to find a group of like-minded people, and I am very happy, of course, as an author, I also hope that this so-called batch is larger.

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