I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 241 In Full View of the Public (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

At dawn, in the central square of Flint City, more than twenty bronze-cast arenas surrounded the Hundred Refinement Stele, which was inlaid with broken artifacts, like flower petals.

A foot-long plain white scroll hangs atop the monument. As the morning breeze blows, the ink on the two characters "Battle List" on the scroll is still wet, gleaming faintly in the morning light.

The white-robed sword cultivators of the Xuan Ying Sword Sect stood with their swords in hand, their robes as white as snow, their sword aura chilling.

The alchemists of the Yuqing School, clad in green robes, had fragrant sleeves and each wore a jade bottle hanging from their waist, filling the air with the aroma of elixirs.

The puppeteers of Mo Family Fortress manipulated puppets of various shapes and sizes, their mechanical gears clattering as they guarded their sides.

The disciples of Zhu Mingzong were all dressed in dark red outfits with crimson flame patterns embroidered on the hems, and their brows were full of the arrogance of a major weapon-refining sect.

The demon tamers of Baizang Valley are dressed in bright yellow robes, with demonic birds perched on their shoulders and spirit beasts growling at their feet, their cold, beastly eyes scanning their surroundings.

The insect valley cultivator was dressed in a strange dark blue short brown robe, with insect shadows wriggling in his sleeves. Wherever he went, people would subconsciously give way.

The Cangling Sect disciples, including Feng Wuhen, were all dressed in azure robes. They chatted in small groups, keeping their spirits in their spirit pouches and not releasing them to avoid causing congestion.

The cultivators of the Liujing Sect wore moon-colored robes. The sect consisted entirely of magic practitioners, each carrying different magical artifacts which they held and played with.

The disciples of the mysterious Chimeizhai, dressed in black and wearing masks, stood silently in the shadows of a corner, their auras unpredictable and eerie.

Sect cultivators occupied the front row, and the rogue cultivators waiting behind dared not approach. These were all Foundation Establishment cultivators, while Qi Refining cultivators could only watch from a distance.

Some watched with their arms crossed, while others rubbed their hands together, eagerly awaiting the start of the battle and the chance to compete.

"Fulfill the order——"

With a clear shout from the Shen family steward, the cultivators from various sects, after their respective leaders politely deferred to each other, allowed the Zhu Mingzong disciples to step forward first to exchange their tokens.

After all the Foundation Establishment disciples of the nine major immortal sects had finished exchanging their tokens, the rogue cultivators swarmed forward.

At that moment, a burst of fire erupted on the east side of the arena, and almost simultaneously, the sound of metal clashing came from the west.

The Xuan Ying Sword Sect disciple challenged the Liu Jing Sect cultivator with his sword, the sword energy causing the battle banner scroll to flutter loudly.

In the blink of an eye, all the arenas were filled with battles, and the fighting was fierce.

"Xu Manxiu of the Xuan Ying Sword Sect has won!"

As Shen Jia made his judgment, ink flowed across the long scroll atop the Hundred Refinements Stele, and the first name quickly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, names that were familiar or unfamiliar to everyone appeared, each bearing the totem of its respective sect, gradually filling the blank battle rankings.

At the edge of the square, vendors set up breakfast stalls, the rising steam from the steamers mingling with the discussions of the Qi Refining cultivators watching the battle.

"Look at that demon tamer from Baizang Valley!"

"Hiss—that demonic python can actually transform into a sword!"

"The Xuan Ying Sword Sect is really fierce. They took the top four spots on the battle ranking right from the start."

Amid exclamations of surprise, the roars of beasts and the cries of swords intertwined, and spiritual light burst forth on each arena.

……

Jiang Yi slept until late morning. Thanks to the soundproofing, even though she lived right next to the square, she wouldn't be disturbed by the sounds of the fierce fighting outside.

Hua Gu brewed a soothing tea for her throat in the early morning and presented it to her.

After finishing his tea, Jiang Yi put on his red battle robe, applied red lipstick, and hung up the signature whip of the Danxi True Lord family. He then picked up the icy-cool Flower Maiden and took a deep breath to dispel the sweltering heat of Flint City.

She is ready to face any storms from the outside world.

As expected, Zhao Cangyun was seen holding up a token when the door was opened.

"Senior Sister, I've exchanged your token for you. Shall we go to the arena together?"

"go!"

Jiang Yi and Zhao Cangyun were dressed in matching red outfits, looking like siblings. They walked out to the square, and although their attire was quite eye-catching, the arena battle was in full swing, and no one paid any attention to them.

"Senior Sister, which arena do you like? I'll go and beat it down for you!" Zhao Cangyun grinned, his fingers rubbing the hilt of his sword at his waist, ready to strike wherever Jiang Yi pointed.

"Go play by yourself, don't follow me."

Jiang Yi waved his hand and carried Hua Gu into the crowd.

"No, Senior Sister!"

Zhao Cangyun quickly followed. His master didn't want him to show off, fearing he would attract too much attention. He just needed to steadily enter the top 100.

"Hua Gu, which arena do you like? I'll go and beat it down for you."

ε(*ω)з Hoo...

Hua Gu wriggled in Jiang Yi's arms, turned her body to scan her surroundings, and stretched out a misty hand, pointing to the arena directly opposite the Hundred Refinement Stele.

The Hundred Refinement Stele blocks the sun, so its owner is protected from the heat.

"Okay, let's go there!"

On the arena, a male swordsman in white robes was fighting against a male disciple of the Zhu Ming Sect. Both of them were in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and the Zhu Ming Sect disciple was accompanied by a fire-type demon wolf.

Jiang Yi didn't recognize the white-robed swordsman. There were also few familiar faces among the group of Xuan Ying swordsmen. She figured these were all new disciples who had only recently established their foundations.

On the stage, the white-clad swordsman moved with lightning speed, his sword flashing with a cold light, aiming straight for the throat of Zhu Mingzong's disciple.

The fire wolf roared and pounced, but was forced back by the sword shadows created by the white-robed swordsman. The Zhu Mingzong disciple hastily summoned a fire shield, but the swordsman suddenly changed his move. His sword momentum was like an avalanche, and the moment the fire shield was shattered, the tip of his sword was already three inches from the Zhu Mingzong disciple's brow.

"Concession."

The white-robed swordsman sheathed his sword, refraining from seriously injuring his opponent, demonstrating restraint and propriety, and displaying the demeanor of a disciple of a major sect.

The fire wolf howled and retreated to the side of the Zhu Mingzong disciple. The disciple's face turned pale, and he was ungrateful. He snorted and jumped off the stage.

The audience was in an uproar.

"The sword cultivators of Xuan Ying Sword Sect are indeed worthy of their reputation. Their swordsmanship is clean and crisp, and their attacks are fast, accurate and ruthless, without a single superfluous move."

"Sword cultivators are so impressive. If I could withstand the bitter cold of the snowy mountains, I would have become a sword cultivator myself."

The female referee from the Shen family, standing beside the arena, announced loudly, "Qin Feiyu of the Xuan Ying Sword Sect wins!"

Before the words had even faded, a red figure appeared on the arena like a ghost, holding a large, soft, bouncy, and cool-looking cotton ball.

The girl's red dress fluttered in the wind, a green vine whip hung at her waist, a strand of red hair peeked out from her black hair, her red lips were like fire, and she had a faint smile on her face. Her whole demeanor was as calm as a still well.

As she raised her clear, bright eyes to survey the crowd, a series of clinking and clattering sounds came from below the stage.

Among the Xuan Ying sword cultivators who were watching the arena, several of them didn't even notice that the swords they were holding had fallen to the ground. They were all stunned and shocked as they stared at the face of the girl in red on the stage, a face they knew all too well.

"Big...Senior Sister..."

Someone murmured something, and the boy in red next to him immediately retorted.

"What do you mean 'big'? Just because you're my senior sister doesn't mean you can call me that. Look closely, she's my senior sister. If you keep calling me that, I'll make you into a 'big' shape, believe it or not!"

On the arena not far away, Xu Manxiu, who had accompanied Liu Taozhi to the Cangling Sect to cultivate the Yaoling Sword and was very familiar with Jiang Yi, had just won a match. When his gaze swept over this side, he was shocked and paled.

Senior sister?
This is impossible!

Jiang Yi had dreamed of a scene similar to today's: she was recognized in public, surrounded by people from the Xuan Ying Sword Sect, she wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to escape, and she was filled with fear of being taken back to the Xuan Ying Sword Sect.

But now, her heart was completely calm. She slowly walked out of the shadow cast by the Hundred Refinement Stele, stood under the blazing sun, straightened her back, and calmly announced her name to everyone present.

"Jiang Heying, a disciple of True Monarch Danxi of the Cangling Sect, requests—to be instructed!"

　I know you'll start making a fuss like Hong Li did if I end it here, so there's another chapter coming up—an extra chapter for no reason!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)