Reborn with infinite panels

Chapter 216 Cultivation World 5
A few days after Si Lingyue emerged from seclusion, Daoist Yiheng returned.

Upon returning, they discovered that Si Lingle's cultivation had advanced to the late Foundation Establishment stage.

His apprentice is quite good.

He was even more satisfied after seeing the sword pellet she had crafted. This apprentice had also learned his weapon crafting skills and improved her array formation level considerably. This apprentice was quite capable.

Besides this, Daoist Yiheng realized that his disciple was also very skilled in drawing talismans.

It's actually possible to draw teleportation symbols now.

Seeing the ten teleportation talismans in his hand, Daoist Yiheng was filled with emotion. No wonder his senior brothers and sisters had taken on so many disciples.

It feels really good to receive gifts from my apprentice.

"Master, I would like to ask you to help me forge my natal weapon."

My apprentice has reached the late Foundation Establishment stage, so he can indeed have his own signature weapon.

"What kind of natal weapon do you want to forge?" Daoist Yiheng asked.

Yiheng Daojun's natal weapon is a hammer. Because he is a weapon refiner, he uses hammers the most and is most familiar with them, so he chose a hammer as his natal weapon.

"sword."

"Sure." His apprentice was quite talented.

He is proficient in all four arts and also knows swordsmanship.

After he finished forging his apprentice's natal sword, he planned to visit his senior brothers and have a chat.

Si Lingle has already prepared the materials for the sword.

There was the broken sword she obtained, as well as other refining materials.

Daoist Yiheng also took out some special materials and added them to Si Lingle's natal sword.

A month later, Si Lingle's natal sword was completed, and Si Lingle named it Qingchu Sword.

The sword is cyan, and "Chu" indicates that it is her first natal sword. Of course, it is also because Si Lingle misses Nan Chu, so she used Nan Chu's name.

After the natal sword was forged, Daoist Yiheng instructed Si Lingle to place it into her dantian and nurture it.

Daoist Yiheng went to visit other disciples and show off his own apprentice.

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Interstellar Era
After Si Lingle disappeared, Qingyi and Wei Yangui searched several planets but still couldn't find her.

Unable to find Si Lingle, Qingyi and Wei Yangui speculated that Si Lingle might have returned to the modern world.

Unfortunately, due to the disappearance of the infinite dungeon, Qingyi and Nanchu could no longer meet in their dreams.

Because of Si Lingle's disappearance, Qingyi was depressed for a long time.

Six months after Si Lingle disappeared, Qingyi became pregnant. Because of this unexpected child, both Qingyi and Wei Yangui became a little nervous.

After ten months of pregnancy, Qingyi gave birth to a son.

This child was born smiling a lot and rarely cried.

Qingyi gave the child a nickname, Xiaoxiao.

*
After Si Lingle had nurtured her natal sword for two months, Daoist Yiheng found someone to instruct her in swordsmanship.

The Daoist Yiheng sought out True Lord Jiu'an, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage.

This Jiu'an Zhenjun is a disciple of Yiheng Daojun's junior brother, and he is quite talented in swordsmanship.

"Jiu'an pays respects to his martial uncle," said True Lord Jiu'an, bowing with his hands clasped.

"No need for formalities," said Daoist Yiheng. "You should seal your cultivation and have a match with your junior sister, and also give her some pointers on swordsmanship."

"Yes, Uncle-Master." Knowing the purpose of his visit today, True Monarch Jiu'an immediately sealed his cultivation to the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Sunlight streamed onto the stone-paved fighting platform, surrounded by ancient pine trees whose branches rustled in the wind.

Si Lingyue and Jiu'an Zhenjun stood facing each other, swords in hand, their robes fluttering even without wind.

Jiu'an Zhenjun held a heavy sword made of black iron, the blade of which faintly shimmered with golden light, like a lurking ferocious beast.

Si Lingle lightly gripped the Qingchu Sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

Jiu'an Zhenjun took the lead in attacking, his toes touching the ground like a hawk soaring through the air. When he slashed horizontally with his heavy sword, it was accompanied by a gale, and the sword energy cleaved straight down.

Si Lingle slightly turned her body, held her sword at an angle, and with a slight tremor of the sword tip, it seemed to create three afterimages, accurately intercepting the attack.

The moment the two swords clashed, sparks flew like meteors falling to the ground, and the shockwave sent surrounding rocks flying.

The two figures intertwined, and Jiu'an Zhenjun's swordplay was wide and powerful, with the heavy sword accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, each strike seemingly about to tear the ground apart.

Si Lingle, however, moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers, her footwork subtly conforming to the eight trigrams. She lightly touched and withdrew her Qingchu sword, using softness to overcome hardness and neutralize brute force.

Suddenly, Si Lingle's sword move changed abruptly. The Qingchu sword drew a half-arc, and its cold light poured down like a silver river, piercing straight at Jiu'an Zhenjun.

With a low shout, Jiu'an Zhenjun plunged his heavy sword into the ground, stirring up runes and patterns. As his blue brocade robe billowed, a phantom of a Daoist temple materialized, and thousands of sword beams poured down like a torrential rain.

Si Lingle closed her eyes and concentrated, pointing her Qingchu Sword to the sky, drawing upon the power of all things. Wherever the sword passed, golden sword energy collided and exploded with azure energy, the shockwave causing the ancient pine tree to snap in half.

The Nine An True Lord merged with his sword, transforming into a streak of light as he charged forward, his heavy sword carrying golden light and the shadow of a dragon.

Seeing this, Si Lingyue made a hand seal and summoned sword pellets. With a flash of silver light, the sword pellets flew out and instantly arranged themselves into a sword formation.

The sword formation attack pierced through the golden dragon's head in an instant, hovering three inches in front of Jiu'an Zhenjun's throat.

Si Lingle raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Senior brother, you flatter me."

Jiu'an Zhenjun sheathed his sword and smiled: "Junior Sister's swordsmanship is quite remarkable."

He hadn't expected that Si Lingle possessed sword pellets, and that these sword pellets could be combined to form a sword array attack.

This really caught him off guard.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother. It was my trick that helped me win. Otherwise, I would not have been able to defeat you by a narrow margin."

In swordsmanship, she would definitely be no match for Senior Brother Jiu'an in a head-on fight. Even if Senior Brother Jiu'an's cultivation level was suppressed to the late Foundation Establishment stage, making him the same as her, Senior Brother Jiu'an's swordsmanship already possessed its own sword intent.

If she hadn't used the sword pellet to launch a surprise attack, Senior Brother Jiu'an would probably have unleashed his sword intent, and once that was done, she would definitely have been defeated.

Although the sparring session was over, True Monarch Jiu'an unsealed his cultivation and unleashed his sword intent once more.

The sword intent of Jiu'an Zhenjun is the Golden Dragon Sword Intent. In the secret realm, he was fortunate enough to witness a golden dragon fighting against a demon beast through historical rewind.

Through this battle, he comprehended the essence of swordsmanship, and thus Jiu'an Zhenjun called his swordsmanship the Golden Dragon Sword Intent.

Jiu'an Zhenjun unleashed his sword intent, left a telepathic message for Si Lingle, and then departed.

Daoist Yiheng hadn't expected his disciple to be such a skilled swordsman. His disciple was so outstanding that he, as the master, felt somewhat useless.

"Disciple, cultivate diligently. If you have any questions about swordsmanship, feel free to ask your Senior Brother Jiu'an."

"It's Master."

"Alright, go cultivate."

"Yes, disciple takes his leave." Si Lingle returned to his cave dwelling and began to meditate and cultivate.

At night, Si Lingle meditates and cultivates; during the day, she practices swordsmanship.

Occasionally, I would go to the outer gate to listen to lectures given by senior students.

Si Lingle was able to gain different knowledge points from their lectures.

Half a year passed just like that.

The sect is about to hold an inner sect competition.

It is divided into the Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul Grand Competitions.

The top thirty disciples in the inner sect competition will go to the Qingxuan Sect in Zhongzhou to participate in the battle for the secret realm slots.

The entire Central Plains is under the jurisdiction of the Qingxuan Sect.

The slots for the secret realms were also released by the Qingxuan Sect, because these four secret realms are all Qingxuan Sect's inherited secret realms. Only the Qingxuan Sect can open them.

The Qingxuan Sect's decision to release slots for the secret realm reflects their hope that all cultivators in the lower realm of Qingxuan can become stronger.

Because every five hundred years, there will be a struggle for the Heavenly Palace in the entire lower realm.

This Heavenly Palace is the Heavenly Palace of the Immortal Realm. Cultivators from the Nascent Soul stage or above, but below the Deity Transformation stage, in the lower realm can enter the Heavenly Palace to seize treasures and obtain inheritances.

The struggle for the Heavenly Palace was extremely brutal, with a near-certain death rate.

In order to prevent a gap in the cultivation levels, the Qingxuan Sect has provided its inherited secret realm, giving cultivators from the lower realms of Qingxuan the opportunity to enter the secret realm and improve themselves.

The Qingxuan Sect's righteousness earned the respect of all the major sects in the lower realms.

The Qi Refining Secret Realm is only open to human cultivators.

In addition to human cultivators, demon cultivators, ghost cultivators, and evil cultivators also participate in the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul realms.

The competition was also extremely fierce.

In the past six months, Si Lingle's cultivation has broken through to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and Daoist Yiheng asked Si Lingle to sign up as well.

After registering, we waited for ten days before the Inner Sect Competition began.

The Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples competed first.

The competition venue for Qi Refining stage disciples is the outer peak arena; the competition venue for Foundation Establishment stage disciples is the South Heaven Peak arena.

Si Lingle went to Nantian Peak. All the disciples who registered received a number made of bamboo strips. Si Lingle's number was 162.

Before the competition, the various managers will draw numbers to randomly arrange the match-ups.

Each person has to fight ten matches. If they win eight matches, they can enter the second round of the competition.

Si Lingle's match numbers are 101, 124, 245502, and 620.

She might not even get a chance to play today.

Because it starts with numbers 1-10, all ten arenas will be used simultaneously.

Si Lingle randomly chose a seat in the stands to watch the match.

The arena that Si Lingle was watching was the match between number 4 and number 322.

Number 4 is a disciple of the Dharma Peak, with a cultivation level in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, while number 322 is a disciple of the Spirit Beast Peak, with a cultivation level in the early-Foundation Establishment stage.

Number 4, dressed in a green robe, had crimson fire patterns flowing from his fingertips, and spiritual energy rapidly circulating within a three-zhang radius around him.

Number 322 stood ten paces away, a green-scaled venomous python coiled on its shoulder, and a silver-backed wolf king crouching at its feet, its beastly eyes a ghostly green like will-o'-the-wisps. The two oppressive forces clashed, and the wolf king let out a low growl. As the venomous python flickered its tongue, poisonous mist spread, intertwining with the fire elemental aura of the magic cultivator to form a purplish-red miasma.

Number 4 used hand seals to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, chanting a spell as loud as thunder: "Fire Spreads Across the Sky!" Crimson flames erupted from his palms, transforming into nine fire snakes that lunged at Number 322.

Disciple No. 322 sneered, flicking out a copper bell from his sleeve. As the bell rang, the silver-backed wolf king's fur gleamed with a metallic sheen, and it actually withstood the bites of nine fire snakes. Its sharp claws dug into the ground, kicking up a rain of pebbles, blocking the movement of disciple No. 4.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Azure-Scaled Serpent burrowed into the ground and suddenly attacked Number 4's feet. Number 4 lightly touched the ground with his toes, and as he flipped in mid-air, he threw out three "Ice Seal Talismans," instantly freezing the ground into a mirror. When the serpent broke out of the ice, its speed decreased sharply.

Number 322 bit its fingertip, and the blood bead entered the venomous python's forehead. The python's body swelled to three times its original size, its scales stood up like knives, and it spewed venom that condensed into a giant net that covered the air.

With a flick of his sleeve, Number 4 unleashed his natal magic weapon, the "Crimson Flame Wheel." The fiery wheel spun like the sun, igniting the poisonous net upon contact, and the aftershocks melted deep craters into the ground.

Number 322 roared, "The wind will help!" The Silverback Wolf King howled to the sky, and a blue whirlwind rose around him. The wind helped to fuel the fire, but it was used by the magic cultivator instead.

The fire serpent, aided by the wind, transformed into a fiery tornado, trapping the wolf king in a cage of flames.

Number 322 remained unfazed, flipped his hand to summon a beast bone talisman, crushed it, and a single horn sprouted from the top of the venomous python's head, drawing lightning to shatter the wall of fire—he had forcibly activated the spirit beast's "Jiao Transformation" secret technique.

The blood-red pattern between No. 4's eyebrows suddenly lit up, and Ran Shou unleashed the forbidden technique "Nine Netherworld Flame Prison," causing a giant lava hand to surge out from the crack in the ground and grab the seven-inch mark of the serpent.

Number 322's eyes were bloodshot. He cut his wrists to sacrifice to the spirit beast. The python roared and broke free from the lava. Its fangs pierced through Number 4's left shoulder. The flesh rotted and bone was exposed where the poisonous blood splattered.

Number 4, enduring the pain, grabbed the python's head with his backhand. The Crimson Flame Wheel sliced ​​through the python's body, and the Fire Spirit True Essence poured into its internal organs. The python howled and exploded, its poisonous blood mixed with fire rain splashing across the battlefield.

As the smoke cleared, Number 4 was kneeling on one knee, his left arm charred black, Number 322 was slumped in a pool of blood, and the Silverback Wolf King was howling in agony.

Si Lingle was shocked. She hadn't expected the first battle to be so intense!
Both sides are fighting desperately!

Si Lingle observed for a day and discovered that the Foundation Establishment disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect were all extremely powerful, and their attack methods were also incredibly diverse.

The most boring thing is probably encountering disciples from the Array Peak. Whether they planned it beforehand or not, the disciples from the Array Peak immediately set up a defensive array as hard as a tortoise shell after going on stage.

Allow the opponent to attack the defensive formation.

When the opponent breached the defensive formation, the disciples of this formation set up an illusion formation, and some disciples were unwittingly tricked and fell into the illusion.

After being trapped in the illusion, he was knocked off the stage by the disciples of the Array Peak.

On the fourth day, it was Si Lingle's turn.

The disciple she fought was a disciple of the Array Peak, whose cultivation was at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

The moment the elder shouted for the start of the duel, the opponent took out array flags and array plates, preparing to set up a defensive array.

Holding the Qingchu Sword, Si Lingle used her movement technique to rush in front of the disciples of the formation peak.

The disciples of the formation peak reacted quickly, taking out talismans and throwing them at Si Lingle as she rushed over.

Si Lingle cast a spell with one hand, launching an attack using a talisman.

At this time, the defensive formation of the Zhenfeng disciples had already been set up.

However, Si Lingyue's formation is only at the fourth level.

The defensive formation set up by the disciples of Zhenfeng is only at the third level.

Si Lingle glanced around and found the key to the formation, then used her sword to break it directly.

The disciple of the formation peak was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that this sword cultivator senior sister would actually understand formations, and that she could find the core of his formation with just a glance. It seemed that this senior sister's mastery of formations was quite high.

The disciples of Zhenfeng hurriedly activated the illusion array, but unfortunately, Si Lingle also broke through it.

With both of their true forms broken, the disciples of Zhenfeng, knowing they were no match for Si Lingle, immediately conceded defeat.

After stepping off the battle platform, the disciple from Zhenfeng walked up to Si Lingle, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior Sister, I am Fang Bochuan, a disciple of True Monarch Chujing from Zhenfeng Three Peaks. May I ask your name?"

“Si Lingle, disciple of Daoist Yiheng of Thousand-Layer Peak.”

"Ah!" Fang Bochuan quickly cupped his hands in apology, "So you are my martial uncle. I didn't know you were me. I was very disrespectful just now."

Si Lingle is of the same generation as Master Fang Bochuan. Master Fang Bochuan always addresses Si Lingle as "Junior Sister".

Who can blame them when Daoist Yiheng has such high cultivation?

“He who does not know is not guilty.”

"Uncle-Master, may I ask what level your formation is?"

"Level 4."

"No wonder my martial uncle could see through my formation's core at a glance." It turns out his formation level had already reached the fourth rank; his defeat was not unjust.

In the afternoon, Si Lingle started her second match, against a disciple of Danfeng.

Within minutes of the duel, the Danfeng disciple was knocked off the stage by Si Lingle.

A few days later, Si Lingle finished her ten matches, winning all ten.

The second stage of the competition is an elimination tournament, where the winners can advance all the way to the next round.

After five days of fighting, only fifty Foundation Establishment disciples remained, and these remaining fifty were all outstanding individuals.

They are all capable.

They won two out of three matches.

The first disciple to win two games will be eligible for a spot in the top thirty.

Si Lingle's opponent was Jian Lan, the youngest disciple of the peak master of Fafeng. She had a mutated ice spirit root and her cultivation was at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.

(End of this chapter)