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Chapter 949 First Battle (Two in One)

The next morning, a golden palace was seen rising from the west. The palace was majestic and brought up rays of light. In the east, there was a cloud chariot with eight treasures embedded on it, each emitting strange light. In front of the cloud chariot, there were eight dragon horses, stepping on the clouds, looking very majestic.

In the south, the sky is filled with mad sand, occasionally there seem to be thousands of shining pearls, smoke follows the flowing light, flying shadows a thousand feet long, coming across the land in a moment, while in the north, there are thousands of feet of purple clouds, surrounded by colorful clouds, the jade-like color is gentle, and the colorful clouds reflect the light of the sky.

How can such a momentum be tolerated?
It was the ten true disciples of the previous generation who arrived, and they were the top four among the ten true disciples.

At the same time, on a peak in the southwest corner, suddenly, a thousand auspicious auras and brilliant lights appeared, and a cloud of celebration rose. In the northwest, fire was raised to the sky, reflecting the sparks all over the mountain. The whole mountain was lit like a candle, and the flames shot up into the sky in the red.

Pengzhan said with envy, "My fellow brothers are so advanced in Taoism that they can actually show such aura. They are truly extraordinary!"

Although not all of these ten true disciples are as ostentatious as Su Yinzhen, today is the day of the sect's grand competition, which only happens once every sixty years. Although these ten true disciples have a high status and great authority, they also have the support of aristocratic families or masters behind them, otherwise they would not be so arrogant. Therefore, in many things, they may not be able to do as they wish, so they have to go with the flow.

Now the two branches of the sect are fighting fiercely, and this competition is of utmost importance. In order to gain the upper hand in the next sixty years, both sides will naturally use various means. This is a good way to get a head start.

The ten peaks are illuminated by various colors of strange lights and various strange phenomena are rotating, which is really eye-opening.

At this time, the figure of Elder Muse, who was the first to appear yesterday, appeared in the center of the basin. Today he was dressed more solemnly than yesterday, and he looked more majestic. The atmosphere was indescribably solemn. Seeing that the ten true disciples had arrived, he coughed lightly and then personally rang the golden bell beside him.

This golden bell is also a precious treasure. It is usually hung in the ancestral hall of Luo Zhenxian Sect and is only moved out on extremely important occasions. When the bell rings, it means that something big has happened in the sect, and the sound shakes the souls of Luo Zhen's disciples.

Today was the big competition, so Elder Miao struck the bell eight times, and waves of long and melodious bell sounds began to ring, instantly spreading throughout the mountain gate. All of Luo Zhen's disciples could hear them.

Even in Luo Zhen Immortal City, there was a surge of excitement, and even those mortal warriors knew that today was Luo Zhen's big day.

At this time, all the disciples who had passed the test of the elders in the eight formation gates yesterday turned into streams of light and rushed straight to the central basin.

Wang Shitong nodded gently to his parents and relatives behind him, a smile on his face, and said in a clear voice: "Dad and Mom, wait for your child to ride on the wind, raise the fire and fly into the flames, and you will definitely return home triumphantly with the sound of drums and gongs!"

"Good, good ambition!" Father Wang laughed and looked at Wang Shitong's back with a gleam in his eyes.

"Master, wait for me!"

"Yu'er, I'm going!"

Elder Miao's face was as calm as water. He saw one Luo Zhen disciple after another falling down. Wang Shitong arrived first, looked around, walked straight to a huge rock, and sat cross-legged.

At this time, a cold wind suddenly blew, making the sleeves of his robe rustle. Wang Shitong was full of fighting spirit. He was a natural sword cultivator. Even if he was not fighting for the position of the top ten true disciples, he would be very excited just to have a good fight with these fellow disciples.

As the saying goes, appearance is determined by the heart, and temperament is determined by will, especially for those who practice Taoism, who can comprehend the spiritual inspiration of heaven and earth, and this is especially true in every move. At this moment, he was sitting alone on a huge rock, with a fighting spirit in his heart. Although his eyes were closed, his sword intent was still surging. Just this momentum was enough to surpass most people. He was simply a sword about to be unsheathed, with its sharp edge exposed!

Most of the people who came later did not dare to approach, but there was a Taoist priest in white clothes who looked around with an air of looking down on the world. Everyone who was seen by him was shocked, and if they did not have enough merit, a thin layer of sweat would immediately appear on their faces.

This person was none other than Si Yizhen. Compared to before, he now seemed unfathomable. It was clear that he had not yet formed the golden elixir. However, Wang Shitong, who had cultivated the heart of a sword, keenly sensed the threat posed by this person. He suddenly opened his eyes, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and a clanging sound was heard in the air.

Si Yizhen smiled and said, "Junior Brother Wang, long time no see."

Wang Shitong nodded and said, "Brother Si, we are rivals today!"

Others were a little surprised when they heard the conversation between the two. These two people are now the leaders of the aristocratic family and the master-disciple lineage, but they seem to have a good personal relationship.

As the two of them were chatting, they saw a man and a woman coming together. The man was dressed in green and held a folding fan with a jade rib. The woman had a long bun on her head and a graceful figure, but her face was covered with a veil, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes, making it difficult to see her true appearance.

The man in green looked around and said, "Brother Wang, please go easy on me!"

Wang Shitong laughed and said, "I never show mercy under my sword."

The person who came was Xiao You. At this time, the veiled woman said something in Xiao You's ear. Xiao You's face became serious, and then he walked to another corner and said in a deep voice.

"Of course I know about this, no need to say more."

The woman nodded, smiled softly, and said, "That's good. Today is really lively. Besides us, there are also many familiar faces."

Xiao You said, "Only disciples at the Mingfa Realm can be selected for the Ten Great True Disciples, yet they allow these outer disciples at the Jindan Realm to participate. They are simply using them as whetstones to test our abilities. If we can't surpass Jindan at the Mingfa Realm, then our position as True Disciples won't be secure!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the field suddenly changed. Several Jindan realm disciples smiled coldly, and one of them stepped forward and said.

"The sect rules have never stipulated that a Jindan-level cultivator cannot become one of the ten true disciples. Our Luo Zhen is no longer the same as he was back then. Anyone with the ability has a chance. Sixty years ago, I was defeated by Mo Rulong, and today I want to avenge that defeat!"

Another half cup of tea passed, and Elder Miao saw the most beautiful woman in the world, Elder Chang. Now that the golden bell had stopped ringing, Elder Chang took out the jade chime and gently struck it three times. The sound was crisp and pleasant, as if it had cleared the dust from the soul, and then he opened his jade lips.

"Today is the Luo Zhen Sect's internal election, aiming to select outstanding disciples to become true disciples. However, the position of true disciple cannot be passed lightly. The responsibility is heavy. To be a role model for Luo Zhen disciples, we must go through a rigorous selection process. If you behave improperly and violate the sect rules, the punishment you receive will be ten times greater!"

As she spoke, she looked around, and when she saw everyone's eyes on her, she announced.

"The selection will begin immediately, please come forward."

Upon hearing this, the fifty or so people who had passed the selection yesterday stepped forward one by one. After the disciples had settled into their seats, Elder Miao and Elder Chang exchanged a glance, nodded gently, and then each held up a piece of the Yin-Yang fish. The two pieces joined together, forming a Tai Chi shape. Then, without a single movement, the Tai Chi floated into the air. In an instant, a beam of golden light emanated, revealing countless runes and golden scrolls. Only then did Elder Miao speak.

"The True Transmission Competition is no joke. The Liangyi Disk records everything. Even if the attacker is highly skilled and can't detect the target on the spot, there will still be traces to follow afterwards!"

Then the two of them said in unison.

"Disciples, show up immediately!"

The sound was faint and melodious, layer upon layer, and spread throughout the entire competition venue in an instant. Among the ten peaks at the top, a strange light was reflected, and a man with a smile on his face walked out leisurely.

"Disciple Xiao Buxiang has held the position of True Disciple for three generations now, and it is time for me to step down. This is the True Disciple Token, Elder. Please accept it."

He handed over the talisman, and a look of relief appeared on his face, as if he was in another world. Then he let out a long roar and turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to another hill.

According to the sect rules, a true disciple can only serve for three terms at most, which is three Jiazi years, or one hundred and eighty years. Once the time is up, he must not linger and must immediately resign from the position of true disciple.

Of course, he was not the only one. There were two other people who handed in their tokens. They were all disciples who had been in the position of true successor for one hundred and eighty years.

As the three people left, the lights went out in three of the ten peaks above, but seven people were still sitting in their original positions.

Elder Miao took back the three talismans, his expression unchanged as he said calmly, "The competition has begun. Each of you may choose a true disciple from one of the peaks to challenge. These three peaks are currently vacant. Is there anyone willing to step forward and defend them?"

In fact, the withdrawal of these three people means that there are three vacancies in this competition, which need to be filled. Apart from these three positions, the people in the other seven positions are all at the Golden Core level, and they are all geniuses in the Luo Zhen Sect. Unlike those small fry with medium and low-level core qualities, each of them has outstanding combat power.

When it comes to the outside world, these disciples in the Mingfa realm can rely on their solid foundation in Taoism and excellent magical instruments and treasures to easily deal with those casual cultivators of medium and low-level elixirs. However, when facing such a person who has occupied the position of true inheritance, that is to say, they can also kill the golden elixir in the Mingfa realm, which is the minimum.

Within sixty years, basically these disciples who had seized the position of true disciple would choose to rely on the resources of the true disciple to break through to the Golden Core stage, and their combat power would increase exponentially.

The same is true for being able to challenge higher-level cultivators and defeat ordinary Nascent Soul Immortals. For example, the third seat that just retired, Xiao Buxiang, killed a Nascent Soul cultivator while traveling outside. This Nascent Soul Immortal also had a spirit pet of the same level. He fought one against two and won easily, and he was only in the third system.

In other words, if you want to challenge these true disciples who have not completed three terms, you must have strength that is better than the Nascent Soul stage to have a glimmer of hope.

Even someone as arrogant as Wang Shitong did not have this idea. He was certain that one of the three vacant seats would be occupied by himself and Si Yizhen, but as for the last one, he didn't know who would get it.

Among the top ten true disciples of the previous session, four seats were occupied by the lineages of aristocratic families, and six seats were occupied by the lineages of masters and apprentices. Xiao Xiang, who has retired now, is from aristocratic families, but the other two are from the lineages of masters and apprentices.

If we can win as many seats as possible, we will have a great advantage in the next sixty years of struggle!
Wang Shitong's heart moved, and he was about to step forward to take the talisman that Xiao Buxiang had taken, when he saw a figure snatch it out and shouted loudly: "Meng Ziliu overestimates his own abilities and wants to challenge Senior Brother Li!"

But he was wearing a pair of straw sandals, a cloth shirt, a fishing rod on his back, and a conical hat on his head. He looked like a fisherman and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Wang Shitong's heart moved, and he thought to himself that it was him.

Meng Ziru was also famous in the last competition, but unfortunately he missed a step and failed to secure a seat. His master Piaomiaozi was also a weirdo. He had high cultivation level, but he didn't like practicing. He specialized in studying the arts of the world and loved playing games in the world. He often pretended to be a mortal and traveled around the fairy city.

Today he is a woodcutter, tomorrow he is a peddler, sometimes he is forging iron, sometimes he is farming. Meng Ziliu is the disciple he accepted in the fairy city. There is a big difference between the two. Piaomiaozi studies everything, but Meng Ziliu only loves fishing, and often delays his practice for fishing. The strange thing is that under such circumstances, he actually practiced a strange Taoist technique and made a splash in the last competition.

He is even only a hair's breadth away from being one of the top ten true disciples. Now that the sixty-year period has passed, he must have broken into the Golden Elixir realm, otherwise he would not have the confidence to challenge.

I just don't know why he was so anxious and challenged me right away.

This is also the unspoken rule of the competition. If a disciple in the Jindan realm wants to challenge, he can only challenge those seats that are already occupied, that is, those who have sat in the position of true disciple for at least sixty years, and these disciples are also in the Jindan realm.

Because of the sect's rules, anyone who breaks into the Nascent Soul stage will automatically no longer be a true disciple, and will instead take up a position in the sect. However, at this time, their authority is not as great as when they were true disciples.

Therefore, these people will often sit for a longer period of time, up to one hundred and eighty years, so it is a battle between golden elixirs.

But just as the disciple said before, until today, there has never been a case where a disciple in the true transmission seat was defeated by other Jindan realm disciples.

Meng Ziruo naturally knew in his heart that there was only a hair's breadth between him and Li Tianluo back then, but Li Tianluo had suffered a great change and called himself the Waste Man of Rusty Lake, and had been silent for decades, but the enemy knows the enemy best.

He knew that Li Tianluo was definitely not someone who would never recover. Even though many people were optimistic about him, he understood that he had little chance of winning. However, he could not disobey his master's orders. It would be better to finish the fight early and go fishing early. After all, his bad luck today should not be in vain.

No one knew what he was thinking, a voice came from the sky.

"Since Brother Meng is so leisurely and attentive, I have no choice but to risk my life to accompany you. I wonder if Brother Meng's Hundred Miles Suspended Silk Formation has been refined to a thousand miles by now?"

As these words were spoken, a tall and straight man with his head held high came stepping onto the blue sky. Compared to when he met Qi Xiaoyun, he had obviously dressed up today. Although he still had a big gourd hanging around his waist, at least his face was clean shaved, which showed his handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament.

Meng Ziruo didn't expect that Li Tianluo would come so quickly, but he was happy in his heart and just smiled.

"We are only eight hundred miles away now. Why don't you go into my formation and explore?"

(End of this chapter)