Chapter 44 The Competition Begins

Facing the morning glow, Lin Mu walked towards Qianyu Peak.

Along the way, he heard people talking about the grand scene of last night from time to time, with excited faces.

Lin Mu didn't have the leisure to listen, because these glories belonged to others. Moreover, in Lin Mu's eyes, those who built their foundations last night were nothing. They were so eager to build their foundations, they must have heard some rumors like Mu Qing, and they built their foundations to avoid disasters.

This move was just to protect himself, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Lin Mu no longer put his mind on this, he had already set his sights on the internal competition.

Today was the day when the competition officially began.

Arriving at Qianyu Peak, Lin Mu stood in the square like everyone else, waiting silently.

Before the competition officially began, the head and several elders would come out to speak and encourage the disciples who were going to participate in the competition.

Under the leadership of Luo Chen, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall maintained order on the sidelines, and no one dared to make a loud noise.

Everyone was waiting for the arrival of the head and the elders.

Yunxia Peak, the cave residence of the headmaster Shi Weihan.

"You all know what happened last night, and I don't want to say more." Shi Weihan was angry: "Six of you! My Qianyu Sword Sect hasn't had such a grand occasion for a long time. But why is it now? Why not four months later?"

The elder Luo Yan next to him, the oldest, advised: "Don't be angry, headmaster, it must be that the news leaked out. I went to the alchemy room to check and found that the foundation-building pills were consumed, not even one was left."

Fairy Hanbing, as usual, stood quietly in the same place with a frosty face, without saying a word.

The other two elders were also hard-working people in the sect, and rarely asked about trivial matters in the sect, and they did not say anything at this moment.

Shi Weihan sighed and said, "Forget it. I can't force it. It's my fault. It's a blessing for them to break through at this time. Let them go to the Misty Forest to hunt monsters."

Elder Luo Yan nodded and said, "They should be punished. Otherwise, it's really hard to discipline them."

Monster hunting is a must for sword cultivation sects and an important source of income for the sects. The inner elixir and fur of monsters are important materials for alchemy or refining, and can be sold at a very high price. Qianyu Sword Sect is not good at alchemy and refining. Half of the needs of the sect are obtained by hunting monsters.

As a hunting place for monsters, the Misty Forest has many monsters and they are also very powerful.

Because the weak monsters have been hunted to death, the survival of the fittest, and the remaining ones are all powerful monsters.

These people who have just built their foundations, their realm is not yet stable, and they have no magic tools in their hands. It is extremely dangerous to rashly go to hunt monsters. If you are not careful, you will die.

"Then let's do it. Without them, my Qianyu Sword Sect can still collect spiritual medicine." Shi Weihan said coldly.

Qianyu Sword Sect has been passed down to his generation for more than 3,000 years. If he fails to collect spiritual medicine this time and refine the foundation-building pill, there will be a gap in the sect.

Shi Weihan will never allow such a thing to happen to him.

He has made all preparations and is determined to collect spiritual medicine this time. The foundation-building of these disciples does not have much impact on him.

Shi Weihan waved his magic formula and sacrificed the magic weapon Sanzhang Yunxia Feather. He nodded to the four elders and stepped on the Sanzhang Yunxia Feather together.

Shi Weihan's mind moved, and the Sanzhang Yunxia Feather under his feet slowly flew up, like a cloud of auspicious clouds, flying towards Qianyu Peak.

Thousands of disciples had been waiting in front of the Qianyu Hall for a long time. Seeing the auspicious clouds flying in the distance, they all looked up.

The auspicious clouds fell, Shi Weihan put away the three-meter cloud feather, and stood on the steps in front of the Qianyu Hall with the elders.

Under the leadership of Luo Chen, thousands of disciples saluted together.

"Meet the master!"

The voices were uniform and mighty, reaching the sky.

Shi Weihan was smiling. His unhappiness had long been put away. He was in high spirits and said with a warm smile: "The competition held every five years will start again today. I hope you can show your true strength and work hard."

People who cultivate immortals don't talk so much nonsense. He went straight to the point: "In addition, six people in the sect succeeded in building their foundation last night. I and several elders are very happy. Such a grand occasion is rare in Qianyu Sword Sect in a thousand years. I discussed with several elders and decided to increase the rewards for this competition. The top three will each get a top-grade magic weapon, and the fourth and fifth will each get a top-grade middle-grade magic weapon. The foundation-building pill remains unchanged, and each person still gets one. But I promise that as long as you are in the top five, I will let you build your foundation. If one foundation-building pill is not enough, I will reward you with two, and if two are not enough, I will give you three, until you build your foundation."

These words made the people below excited.

Some people even regretted not signing up for the competition. He completely forgot that he was only a fifth or sixth level Qi Refining cultivator and had no hope of becoming the top five.

Looking at the excited crowd below, Shi Weihan smiled and said, "There are a total of 2,000 people participating in this competition. Your enthusiasm makes me and several elders very happy. Back then, I also stood out from the competition within the sect and later became the head of the sect. Therefore, you must pay attention to this competition and make sure to go all out."

Shi Weihan smiled and looked at the thousands of disciples who were instigated by him, knowing that the purpose of this trip had been achieved.

Shi Weihan straightened his body and announced loudly: "The competition has officially begun!"

There was a cheer from the crowd. Everyone was excited before the competition even started.

Shi Weihan and several elders smiled at each other and sacrificed the three-meter cloud feather. The head of the sect Shi Weihan and several elders rode away on the auspicious cloud again.

Before the final duel, the head of the sect and the elders would not be present at the scene. All matters would be handed over to the inner disciples and true disciples of the sect.

When the top fifteen were selected, the head of the sect and the four elders would personally supervise the competition.

Before that, the competition of these two thousand people would be judged by the true disciples.

The true disciples rarely showed up in the sect on weekdays. They practiced hard in their own caves all day long. Compared with the inner disciples in the foundation-building period, they had higher cultivation levels, and most of them were in the spiritual silence period.

These true disciples were usually taught by the elders or the head of the sect, and they were more than qualified to be the referees of the competition of these Qi-refining period cultivators.

The inner disciples are mainly responsible for trivial matters, such as arranging the matches and drawing lots.

At this time, Luo Chen flew his sword proudly in the air, and said loudly: "Those with odd numbers should go to the front to draw lots. The number you draw corresponds to your opponent in the first game. There are a total of 2,024 participants in this competition. Due to venue issues, only 50 pairs of people can participate in the competition at the same time. The first competition will take a day."

"In addition, there is one more thing." Luo Chen said: "This time, a total of 15 masters will be selected to participate in the final duel. For fairness, to avoid two masters meeting at the beginning, it is inevitable that one will be eliminated. So this competition is divided into two parts. After the first competition, the winner will continue to advance, and the loser will be assigned to the loser's group to participate in the loser's group competition. Finally, 11 masters will be selected from the winning group, and 4 from the losing group. Everyone has two chances, and those who are eliminated from the winning group can participate in the loser's group competition. But if you are also eliminated in the loser's group competition, you will completely lose the qualification to compete."

Lin Mu's eyes lit up. The rules of this competition are quite strict and will not be killed with one stick.

But Lin Mu didn't want to fail. After entering the loser's bracket, the competition became more intense. In the end, only four masters were selected, which was too risky.

No matter what, he had to win until he entered the top five!

Next, all the disciples with odd numbers on their badges came forward to draw lots and choose their opponents.

The number on Lin Mu's badge was 666. The draw had nothing to do with him. Now he could only stand there and wait for the result.

The draw was divided into ten places, which divided the crowd, and the result came out soon.

The person who drew Lin Mu was number 131.

There were a total of 1,020 matches on the first day of the competition, divided into 21 rounds, with 50 matches in each round.

Lin Mu looked at those spiritual solitude cultivators and felt that the sect was unfathomable. There were 50 spiritual solitude cultivators, and their lifespan reached more than 300 years.

The profound heritage of Qianyu Sword Sect shocked Lin Mu.

Standing there, Lin Mu quietly waited for the competition to begin.

Lin Mu's opponent was number 131, who happened to be in the third round. There were so many people around that Lin Mu couldn't find his opponent at all. It was very difficult to find out the details of his opponent before the competition. Lin Mu looked around for a while but to no avail, so he simply stood there and closed his eyes.

This first competition was mixed, with good and bad cultivators, some at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and some at the tenth level of Qi Refining. The difference was huge, and the results of the competition came out very quickly. Most of them were knocked to the ground by the opponent's magic just after they went up.

The first round of the competition ended in half an incense stick.

Most of these low-level cultivators came up to join in the fun. But there were also some cultivators at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining, who met their match and fought hard.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid the first round would have ended even faster!

After an hour, the first two rounds of competition were all over, and one hundred disciples had already won.

The third round of competition came soon.

There were inner disciples reading many people's names, and Lin Mu couldn't help but concentrate and listen carefully.

Soon, Lin Mu heard his own name.

"No. 131 Xu Song vs. No. 666 Lin Mu."

Hearing this, Lin Mu hurriedly stood up and walked towards the center of the square.

Lin Mu came to the 31st competition venue and entered it.

The opponent on the opposite side, Xu Song, looked very young, only about 20 years old, but his cultivation was the same as Lin Mu, also at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Lin Mu's heart trembled, and he withdrew his contempt. This first competition was not easy.

The true disciple next to him, Luo Tong, saw the two people walking into the venue, waved his hand, and set up a ban. A transparent light shield with a radius of ten feet appeared out of thin air, covering the two people.

Luo Tong looked serious and said to the two people in the light shield: "Next, the competition officially begins!"

Lin Mu's heart tightened immediately.