Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 177 Arena 4
"Sister Shuhui!" A young man with round eyes and a round face rushed onto the stage carrying a medicine box, forced his way through Lian Gou and skillfully performed a healing spell.

"That..." Lian Gouyue reminded softly, "There's cold spiritual energy attached to the wound. You'd better remove it first..."

"You're still talking here! A Qi-refining cultivator used some unorthodox means to injure my senior sister, and I..."

"Shut up!" Li Shuhui was already suppressing the spiritual energy that was running rampant in her body. Now she heard her junior brother's rude words. She shouted angrily, and her surging blood and energy could no longer be controlled, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Senior Sister!" The round-faced boy was filled with worry. Tears were about to fall as he felt her pulse. "How can this spiritual energy be so overbearing? We must find a way to force it out!"

Hearing this, Lian Gou's face became even more bewildered. He hadn't expected Qin Feng to injure someone so badly with just one move. Unfortunately, he had no other options but to stand aside in embarrassment.

The talisman that can seal the cultivator's moves needs to be drawn by a talisman cultivator who has reached the Jindan stage, and the highest move that can be sealed is only of the same level as the one who drew the spell.

Lian Gouyu had bought this seal spell as a learning template. After studying it for a while, he realized he couldn't get it right, and feeling sorry for the spirit stones he had spent, he sealed Qin Feng's move.

At this moment, a serious medical practitioner from Wanfa Sect came to treat the patient.

Those who push others will always be pushed back, and the round-faced boy also stood at the side like Lian Gou.

The medical practitioner checked the wound and immediately took out a sparkling green pill for the injured person to take. This medical practitioner was no half-baked one, and Li Shuhui's condition was visibly improved.

Lian Gouqie breathed a sigh of relief. After all, there was no conflict of interest and it was not his intention to hurt anyone.

"I won't delay you any longer," Lian Gouyue said quickly, seizing the opportunity. "Today, I didn't hold back. Your faction should bear with me."

Seeing that his senior sister's condition had improved, the round-faced boy's expression looked much better. Gou Xie's words almost made him angry and he cursed.

Fortunately, Lian Gouqie ran fast enough and walked off the stage after he finished speaking.

When I reached the shore, I saw my friends coming towards me.

"You don't have any internal injuries, do you?" Seeing that there was no visible injury on Lian Gou'e's paper, Qin Feng immediately became concerned about whether he had any internal injuries.

"No problem," Lian Goujie wiped the sweat off his face. "I just said I wanted to surrender, and she shut me up. I was just being forced into it."

No wonder, Wei Xi’s doubts were resolved, it turned out that the surrender was attempted.

"Shuhui is diligent and cherishes opportunities like this to spar with others." Even though Feng Xiaotian was unsympathetic, he knew he had to help his fellow disciple. "Don't tell me she thought you were teasing her, so she hit him a little too hard."

"No wonder she's so angry..."

Qin Feng gave Lian Goujie a look that told him not to get carried away. Lian Goujie gave a wry smile: I avoid situations like this, there's no reason for him to be so proud.

It was Qin Feng who spoke the polite words, "Although it was just a sparring match, I did injure Fellow Daoist Li. I hope Fellow Daoist Feng can help convey my apology."

Feng Xiaotian waved his hand, "Fellow Daoist Lian Gou won fair and square. Besides, Shuhui is really petty. How can she participate in the sect competition?"

As they spoke, the first round of competition on the ring concluded, and the extent of the injuries sustained by the losers varied. Seeing that Li Shuhui wasn't the most seriously injured, Lian Gouqie felt slightly relieved.

"There are cultivators from the Dai Sect in this group, and Fellow Daoist Qin can serve as a reference."

The second group of twenty people went onto the bare arena. Among them was a monk covered in silver ornaments, with reddish skin and hair piled high, dressed like a Nanjiang native.

The four of them naturally focused their attention on this woman. After all, Nanjiang's moves were hard to defend against, and they didn't usually interact with these sects, so no one could figure out their methods.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the second group of competition officially began.

The cultivator Wei Xi and her companions were considering was called Azuma, and her opponent was Wu Sinian of Linchuan Pavilion. Both were cultivators below the Qi Refining level. Wei Xi had quite complete information on Wu Sinian. He was from Dong Yiling City and had joined Linchuan Pavilion two years prior, studying under Elder Lin Xian. This meant he was in the same class as Wei Xi.

"The disciples of Linchuan Pavilion have extremely pure roots," Feng Xiaotian commented. "Qin Feng's roots are among the best even in Linchuan Pavilion."

When harvesting wheat, Qi Tangdi mentioned something about root bones, and later the three of them also asked for confirmation, so Wei Xi had some understanding of the root bones that Wen Daotang had not yet taught.

The cultivator absorbs spiritual energy and transforms it into spiritual power in the Qi Palace. The spiritual energy is loose and the spiritual energy gathered in the Qi Palace often has no attributes. This is why cultivators can practice basic spells.

In order for a cultivator to activate his spells, he needs to let his spiritual power circulate in his bones. His bones can convert the attributeless spiritual power into spiritual power that suits his own body.

The physical constitution of a cultivator varies from person to person, but can be roughly divided into the five elements: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Regardless of whether a cultivator might one day split mountains into seas or fill valleys with peaks, they are born with a mortal body, their bones often composed of a mixture of various elements. A cultivator who has reached the Jindan stage can peer into the elemental composition of their bones, often using the highest concentration in their bones as a benchmark. The higher the purity, the greater the achievement in that area.

As Qin Feng stepped into the foundation-building spiritual power, he felt an overwhelming chill. It was genuine cold spiritual power. His bones should be of mutated ice attribute, and the purity was extremely high.

The reason why sword cultivation has become the most powerful school is because they regard the sword as an extension of their bones, which causes the least loss and the greatest damage.

"When it comes to talent, the Qi Palace determines the foundation, and the bone structure determines the height. Often, you can't have both," Feng Xiaotian said enviously. "Looking at Qin Feng's performance, she has both of these qualities, which is one in a million. Ascension won't be difficult for her!"

Qin Feng had heard this kind of talk a lot in the Huaixin Sect, but after experiencing so many changes, her personality wasn't as outspoken as before. Furthermore, her inability to cultivate was no longer a concern, so she didn't need to cling to her natural talent as a lifeline, so she wasn't too proud.

"In my opinion, while talent in cultivation is certainly important, one must also cultivate the mind." Qin Feng changed the subject, "I remember that sects recruit students based on their Qi Palace. Why does Linchuan Pavilion focus on physique?"

Wei Xi picked out the answer from the information in his mind. "It is rumored that it is a requirement for the path of cultivation. Linchuan Pavilion is full of strong people and their strength is not bad."

"Their ancestor was born with exceptional physique and bone structure, and he laid a solid foundation," said Feng Xiaotian, whose family has been entrenched in the world of immortal cultivation for many years and knows more about the inside story. "Linchuan Pavilion is almost becoming a physique exhibition hall!"

"There are fire root bones, water root bones, mutant thunder root bones, ice root bones, and I remember there is also a Yin root bone. It is said that it stays at the intersection of Yin and Yang all year round."

"After all this, can you tell who will win?"

"Elder Lin Xian specializes in bringing in earth roots," Feng Xiaotian said seriously, "We might have a chance of winning against those who play with insects."

"Not necessarily," Wei Xi, who had been staring at the ring, said, "Azuma doesn't seem to have made any moves."

Azuma on the stage seemed to have nowhere to hide due to Wu Sinian's repeated attacks of earth spikes, soil turning, and quicksand, but Wei Xi saw that she looked calm, her behavior was composed, and she was able to counter each move, and she did not look like she was forced into a desperate situation at all.

Wu Sinian was also quite cautious at the beginning, just using some ordinary moves and not letting the opponent get close to him at all.

The sects in Nanjiang are often tribal. Everyone in the tribe knows some strange things more or less. Those who have Qifu become cultivators, and they practice secret methods that have been passed down in the tribe for thousands of years.

Wu Sinian knew that the longer the game dragged on, the more opportunities the opponent would have to use his tactics, so he accelerated the pace of attack.

But Azuma remained calm and kept dodging.

Wu Sinian made up his mind and cast a spell to condense the mud he created into four earth walls, intending to squeeze his opponent into a meat patty.

"Here!" Azuma shouted angrily, and dense swarms of beetles crawled out of the soil and rushed towards Wu Sinian, who was shocked.

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