Chapter Seventy-four: The Willow Lin Family

  What a boring afternoon!

  At least Kong Zhong thought so.

  The weather is still good, the sky is clear and cloudless, not a single wisp of cloud can be seen. He seriously suspects that Emei has manipulated things to ensure the smooth progress of the Xianya Conference, otherwise how could the sky be so clean?

  Mount Emei, Emei Sect, Dragon Platform.

  At this time, banners fluttered and people's voices were in an uproar.

  For a single Xian peach, the entire cultivation world's big and small, famous and unknown, those with spare time, no family affairs, and no calamities, all came. So, although this Dragon Platform is not small, it seems somewhat crowded.

  The only spacious place is a piece of land about a thousand feet in circumference near the center, which was occupied by the six major sects, with Emei as the leader.

  In the center of a thousand-zhang square empty space, there is a high platform that is ten zhang high and one hundred zhang square, this is where the martial skills are compared.

  The Dragon Platform is a place for testing skills, and it also has its rules. It's not about letting you fight wildly, but rather to test two main aspects: one is strength, and the other is control power. What is called control power refers to the degree of control over one's own strength, how to make one's strength exert the greatest effect in the smallest range. Therefore, the Dragon Platform is limited to a hundred square meters. A hundred square meters sounds like a lot, but when broken down, it's just a four-sided area with each side being only ten meters long. Generally, when cultivators fight, they use swords and magic treasures, and whether it's destructive power or attack range, they far exceed this small ten-meter distance. Some extremely powerful magic treasures, highly skilled cultivators, can destroy everything within hundreds of kilometers with a single full-force strike, which is just an ordinary thing. However, here on the Dragon Platform, all attacking power and magical techniques are limited to within ten meters. For cultivators, it's indeed a test of their control power.

  However, this was exactly what Luo Fu and his men had been waiting for.

  Not for anything else, just for Kong Rong.

  On this hundred-zhang-square high platform, the focus of the assessment is not only on cultivation but also on swordsmanship. Most cultivators pay more attention to their cultivation, and although they are also proficient in swordsmanship, very few have achieved mastery. However, Kong Zhao's immersion in the way of the sword is absolutely unparalleled by ordinary people. If we were to consider only swordsmanship, even Ling Jia Shangren would be inferior. This is not a guess, but rather the result of a secret assessment that took place before this one.

  Kong Zhan's comprehension and understanding of the sword have reached a state of perfection!

  Within this ten-zhang radius, Lingga Shangren couldn't think of anyone else who could gain an advantage over him.

  Ling Jia's face lit up with a pleased smile as he thought of this, and he subconsciously turned his head to glance at Kong Zhuo standing not far beside him. However, what he saw was Kong Zhuo tilting his head, looking impatient, with his eyelids drooping from time to time. If it weren't for the fact that they were in a very conspicuous location and cultivators had exceptionally good eyesight, Kong Zhuo might have fallen asleep standing up like this.

  "This stinky kid, everything is fine, just too lazy!" He cursed in his heart, but as soon as this thought flashed by, he himself was stunned.

  It seems like several hundred years ago, when you were still young, your own master also scolded you in the same way?

  "What a pity for this child! Everything is fine, but he's too lazy. I don't know if he'll make it in the future!"

  A benevolent and aged voice sounded in his ear, and as Ling Jia looked at Kong Yan's gaze, it slowly added a few more degrees of warmth.

  ……………

  ……

  After a morning of boredom, the real competition finally began in the afternoon, but it had nothing to do with Luo Fu. The smaller sects outside of the Five Major Sects started competing for that one Immortal Apricot.

  As for the competition between the three generations of disciples, it will have to wait until tomorrow.

  The advantages are obvious.

  Although in the eyes of a giant like Luo Fu, these sects in the afternoon are all small sects, there are also differences in size among them.

  Some have hundreds of people, some have dozens of people, and of course, there are also those with only a few dozen people. Some sects have only a few people, and there are also some scattered practitioners, one-to-one transmission, and not a few masters with only one apprentice.

  Their strengths were also uneven, with some being on the same level as Luo Fu's Five Swords, while others were only comparable to ordinary inner disciples of the Luo Fu Sect, making a big show on stage.

  "How long is this going to go on?!" Kong Zhuo looked at the noisy scene on stage with a helpless expression.

  "Very soon!" Chang Yue, who was standing beside him, heard his low mutter and explained, "By tomorrow, the number of sects participating in the martial arts competition will not exceed twenty at most. The others with insufficient strength will retreat after knowing their limitations!"

  Kong Zhan nodded, understanding his meaning. Although the Immortal Apricot was good, no one was a fool. The winner could only be one. After such a noisy afternoon passed, everyone would have a clear understanding of their own strength. In this regard, there was no possibility of luck. So, by tomorrow, those who would go on stage to compete would only be the strongest sects. As for those with weak strength, they were just accompanying the prince to read books.

  For most of the scattered cultivators, Longtai Xiuxian is just a place to broaden their horizons and understand their own strength and status.

  "Huh, strange!" Just as he was getting bored, Chang Yue suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise.

  "What's wrong, Big Brother?!"

  "Oh, nothing, I just find it strange, but in over a decade, the Liu family's estate has actually progressed this much?!"

  "Willow Lin's family?!?" Kong Zhuo was slightly stunned, following Chang Yue's line of sight to look up at the stage, just in time to see a green-robed woman kick another cultivator off the technique platform.

  Very strong!

  At least no worse than other Luofu inner door core disciples except for himself and Chang Yue.

  "Does Shixiong know them?"

  "The Liu Lin Sect is a very small sect, to be precise, it should be a family of cultivators!" Chang Yue transmitted in a low voice, "More than ten years ago, when I came down from the mountain, I had contact with them. At that time, their strength was not bad, but it wasn't as strong as it is now!"

  At this point, Chang Yue's face showed a look of confusion, "At that time, the strongest among them was only comparable to me, but now——!"

  "Perhaps there's some fate involved in this!" Kong Zhan said, "In cultivation, 30% is innate talent, 30% is hard work, and the last 40% is fate. Everything else can be managed, but fate is the most unpredictable!"

  "Is this what Master Mo said?!"

  "That's about it!" Kong Zhuo laughed and shifted his attention back to the technique, this time he wouldn't be bored.