Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 179 Confucianism

At this moment, Xiang Zhaoling jogged back to her seat as a participating disciple.

"Well, I'm awesome, right?"

She swung her little feet, giggling and laughing.

After a moment's thought, Song Yan said seriously, "Junior Sister Xiang's Gu worms are truly amazing. Could they be from the cultivation tradition of the Southern Frontier?"

"That's right, that's right."

Unsurprisingly, the girl immediately admitted it.

Song Yan nodded as if he suddenly understood: "Then if we meet on the sword-fighting stage in the future, I will have to ask him for some pointers."

"Great, great! I have many more interesting Gu worms."

"An interesting Gu worm?" Song Yan asked subconsciously.

Xiang Zhaoling gave a sinister smile: "Hehe. For example..."

"For example, the Vigorous Defecation Gu."

"..."

Song Yan dared not inquire further about the strange effects of this Gu worm, whose name sounded somewhat vulgar.

Judging from the name alone, could it be something that can cause hostile cultivators to lose control and start having diarrhea?
It's a truly vicious worm...

The duels on the sword-fighting platform continued, and Li Yi's battle ended very quickly.

His opponent conceded defeat before even stepping onto the stage.

It's quite normal to think about it. For many cultivators, being able to make it into the top twenty-two during the selection process, appear in the eyes of the sect leader and elders, and receive the rewards for the first stage is already very satisfying.

Especially for someone like Li Yi, who was unlucky enough to draw a strong opponent, there was even less reason for him to suffer.

However, this made Li Yi, who was unable to participate in the battle, quite frustrated.

Lin Qing's fight with his opponent also ended quickly.

This was also the first time Song Yan had seen Senior Brother Lin Qing fight with someone. The offensive spells he unleashed by channeling his spiritual power seemed to be something similar to "ink".

Several ink marks erupted on the twenty-first opponent, and the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations completely suppressed him.

The outcome was immediately clear.

Watching Lin Qing's departing figure, Song Yan recalled the person named "Che Ning" who had explored Lin Qinglong's tomb with him that day.

"Could that be Senior Brother Lin?"

so similar.

Moreover, what the man named Che Ning obtained from Lin Qinglong's tomb was a pen and a painting.

The Taoist magic used by Senior Brother Lin is very compatible with his.

People are always willing to believe what they deduce. At this point, Song Yan even considered the fact that Senior Brother Lin Qing and Senior Lin Qinglong shared the same surname as possible clues.

Unfortunately, the only way to get the answer is for him to say it himself.

The other duels on the other dueling platforms were still in full swing, so Song Yan turned his attention back to them.

He then turned his gaze to the northeast where the fight was taking place.

Sun Zhengfu slowly walked onto the stage, his expression somewhat solemn.

His opponent, number twelve, was an inner disciple of Taiping Peak, who, like Sun Zhengfu, was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and was named Ye Tian.

The man was strong and robust, carrying a heavy sword.

He looked at Sun Zhengfu with a hint of disdain and mockery in his eyes.

Indeed, in many people's eyes, this battle was a foregone conclusion; Ye Tian from the inner sect was bound to win.

Many people know about Sun Zhengfu's methods.

He was rigid in character and not tactful in dealing with people. He devoted himself to calligraphy and was not good at fighting with others.

That might even be giving him too much credit.

It should be said that he is completely inept at fighting.

During the selection process, he only managed to make it into the top twenty-two through sheer luck.

At the end of the selection process, he had the lowest number of spirit runes among all the participants.

His opponent was Ye Tian.

He is usually ruthless and brave, and his heavy sword is very fierce.

In addition, they never hold back in fights; even if they have a sure win, they will still go all out to injure or cripple their opponents.

He has a rather infamous reputation among Qi Refining disciples.

Even Song Yan was somewhat worried, fearing that Senior Brother Sun might be seriously injured.

Among the disciples watching from below the stage, someone scoffed, "Sun Zhengfu? Didn't he advance by hiding until the restriction ended?"

"He barely made it into the top twenty-two, and he even has the nerve to stand on the stage." "If it were me, I would have just given up offstage like you."

"How come Ye Tian is so lucky? I only drew Senior Brother Li Yi, and I had no chance of winning. But he got the top eleven spots for free."

Hearing the murmurs, Sun Zhengfu seemed oblivious, quietly waiting for the elder in charge to give the order.

"Junior Brother Sun," Ye Tian grinned, his voice booming, "You've had good luck to get this far."

Sun Zhengfu frowned slightly, but simply bowed and said, "Senior Brother Ye, please give me your guidance."

The elder in charge originally thought that Sun Zhengfu would admit defeat, but since he had already taken the stage, let's have a fight.

"start."

At the elder's command, the competition began!
Ye Tian showed no mercy, drawing his heavy sword and infusing it with spiritual power, causing the blade to glow with an earthy yellow light.

A heavy sword has no edge, and a heavy sword has no skill.

He charged forward with great strides, his sword thrusting like a mountain, aiming straight for Sun Zhengfu's face!
Sun Zhengfu seemed hesitant, and when he saw the other party slashing at him, he retreated repeatedly.

Ye Tian's offensive was naturally not that simple.

He slammed his heavy sword to the ground, where it remained motionless. He then turned around and picked up the hilt.

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted the heavy sword back up and swung it heavily.

The heavy sword unleashed a powerful, earth-yellow sword aura that instantly swept across the dueling platform, stirring up clouds of dust.

"..."

"Is it over?"

The spectators speculated that the power of this sword strike should be enough to sweep Sun Zhengfu off the dueling platform.

"Can't even withstand a single move?"

There was a lot of discussion around.

A cultivator closest to the eastern side of the dueling platform looked at the platform with some confusion.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Sun Zhengfu stood motionless at the very edge of the dueling platform.

He was holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand.

The cultivator wondered, "Just now, did he say something?"

It sounded like a single word, but I couldn't quite make out what it was.

Seeing that Sun Zhengfu was still not eliminated, the spectators let out a sound that sounded like both cheers and sighs.

Ye Tian sneered: "Senior Brother Sun, why bother? It would be better to step down sooner rather than later and avoid physical pain."

"Is not it?"

His eyes narrowed, and he charged at Sun Zhengfu again.

Why bother?

For some reason, Song Yan's image inexplicably surfaced in Sun Zhengfu's mind.

At that time, in his eyes, Song Yan was just an outer disciple in the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

Ordinary, with average talent.

Not only that, but I also heard that he was caught in the quagmire of an external sect's conspiracy, lost all his cultivation, and needed to start cultivating again.

Everyone thought that such a cultivator had no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

They will no longer have the desire to seek immortality.

But every time they met after that, Song Yan gave him a feeling of courage and progress.

Now, they are all formidable opponents that he can hardly reach.

And what about myself? Where is my own spirit?

His parents always taught him that the world of cultivation was extremely dangerous, and that he should never attract attention unless absolutely necessary.

However, he was only in his twenties.

I also want to be as sharp and outstanding as Junior Brother Song.

I also want to stand like him, surrounded by applause and flowers from my friends.

hum-

Just as the earthen-yellow heavy sword drew near, a golden rune floated out from the bamboo slip.

At the same time, Sun Zhengfu firmly uttered a single word.

Ye Tian's sword momentum suddenly froze, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

"end."

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