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The two took the stage.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Jiang Lin immediately formed hand seals and began chanting incantations.

The next moment, a large amount of gray-green mist surged from her body, several times more concentrated than the poison mist palm that Jiang Bai had just used, and the pungent smell quickly spread!

"Poisonous Mist of Rotting Grass!"

Someone in the audience exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Sister Jiang Lin has actually mastered this technique to a minor level! Even a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator would feel unwell for half a day if they inhaled such poison!"

"Jiang Bai is finished. His cultivation level is two levels lower than Senior Sister Jiang Lin's, and his mastery of poison is worlds apart!"

"Look, he's not dodging or flinching, is he paralyzed with fear?"

On the stage, Jiang Bai did not dodge.

He stood there, letting the gray-green poisonous fog completely envelop him.

The toxic immune system has been operating for a long time.

The toxins that were enough to make a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator dizzy and vomit were absorbed the moment they touched his skin, transformed into spiritual energy, and flowed into his dantian.

"So comfortable~~"

Jiang Bai couldn't help but squint his eyes.

The feeling is like someone who has been starving all day suddenly smelling the aroma of roasted meat and then enjoying a satisfying meal.

Jiang Lin frowned slightly when she saw that Jiang Bai was engulfed by the poisonous fog but showed no signs of distress.

She increased her spiritual energy output, causing the concentration of the poisonous fog to rise by another 30%, and its color to change from light green to dark green.

"Pour it out for me!"

She let out a sharp cry and manipulated the poisonous mist to pierce straight into Jiang Bai's mouth and nose.

Jiang Bai staggered a few steps as if cooperating, a look of pain on his face. He covered his neck with both hands, bent over, and made a "hoarse" sound in his throat.

Although the acting was a bit exaggerated, the poisonous fog obscured the view, and the audience couldn't see clearly either.

Seeing this, Jiang Lin's lips curled into a smug smile.

She walked slowly closer, stopping a zhang away from Jiang Bai, and looked down at him, saying, "Cousin, admit defeat. I've been immersed in this rotten grass poisonous mist for three years. Its toxicity is so potent that even my senior brother at the fourth level of Qi Refining dared not withstand it head-on. If you continue to resist, you'll damage your foundation, and it will be a loss that doesn't outweigh the gain."

Jiang Bai lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Just when Jiang Lin thought he was about to admit defeat.

He suddenly looked up, his face showing no sign of pain, but rather a smile.

"Cousin~~"

Jiang Bai spoke up, laughing, "Your poisonous fog... tastes pretty good."

Jiang Lin was clearly stunned. Before she could react, Jiang Bai had already moved!

He moved like lightning, covering a distance of ten feet, his right hand surging with poisonous spiritual power, and struck Jiang Lin's shoulder with a palm!

Jiang Lin hastily raised her arm to block, but Jiang Bai's palm strike contained some of the power of the poisonous mist he had just absorbed, making it far more powerful than that of an ordinary Qi Refining Level 1 cultivator!

"Bang!"

Jiang Lin was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.

The toxic fog lost control and quickly dissipated.

Everyone in the audience stared wide-eyed at the young man on the stage who was slowly withdrawing his palm.

Jiang Lin struggled to her feet, her face deathly pale. Pointing at Jiang Bai, she shrieked, "You...how could you be unharmed?! My rotten grass poison mist clearly..."

"Perhaps it's due to my unique constitution?"

Jiang Bai shrugged.

Then, in a serious tone, he said, "Taking in more drugs can actually improve your health."

"puff!!"

Someone in the audience couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Lin was trembling with anger, and before she could say anything more, the elder referee announced loudly, "Group B2, Jiang Baisheng!"

"I refuse to accept this! He must have used some kind of evil magic!!"

"That's enough!"

From the viewing platform, Elder Jiang Zhen shouted in a deep voice, "A loss is a loss. Step down!"

Jiang Lin gritted her teeth, glared fiercely at Jiang Bai, and jumped off the stage, clutching her shoulder.

Jiang Bai, expressionless, also walked off the stage.

As soon as he stood still, he felt a gentle gaze fall upon him.

It is the clan chief, Jiang Yunshan.

The patriarch, who had been resting with his eyes closed, was now looking at him with a hint of approval in his eyes.

Jiang Bai nodded in acknowledgment, then closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Neither battle was particularly taxing, but converting [Toxicity Immunity] into poison mist required mental control, which was somewhat mentally taxing.

After another half incense stick's time, the second round of the initial group ended, and eleven people successfully advanced.

In the third round, one person received a bye, and the lucky one who advanced directly was a girl at the second level of Qi Refining, who was so excited that her face turned red.

The remaining ten people drew lots, and Jiang Bai drew "A1".

His opponent was Jiang Yan, a peak Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator and a distant nephew of the clan leader.

"It's the final battle."

Jiang Bai took a deep breath and leaped onto the arena.

Jiang Yan was already waiting on the stage.

This was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a well-proportioned figure, a gentle face, dressed in gray close-fitting clothes, and a sheathed longsword hanging at his waist.

Upon seeing Jiang Bai come on stage, he clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, speaking in a very polite tone.

"Brother Bai, please enlighten me."

In stark contrast to Jiang Hu's arrogance and Jiang Lin's spoiled nature.

Jiang Bai quickly returned the greeting: "Brother Yan, please."

The elder referee announced the start of the proceedings.

Jiang Yan did not attack immediately, but instead drew his longsword.

The sword has a long, narrow blade and a faint, cold gleam; it is a longsword of good quality.

He moved lightly, circling around Jiang Bai, searching for his weakness.

Jiang Bai remained calm and stood still, activating his [Killing Intent Perception] ability.

Three breaths later, Jiang Yan seemed to have found an opportunity.

He swayed and moved three steps to the side like a ghost. At the same time, he flicked his wrist and three blue-glowing darts shot in a triangular pattern toward Jiang Bai’s upper, middle and lower body!

It was a poisoned dart!

Jiang Bai had anticipated this, and channeled his spiritual energy into his legs, his body floating lightly to the left like a falling leaf, narrowly avoiding the dart.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan showed no surprise. He brandished his longsword and thrust it straight at Jiang Bai.

His swordsmanship was ruthless, yet he held back some of his strength, ready to change his moves at any time.

Jiang Bai neither dodged nor evaded, and once again unleashed his right-hand poisonous mist palm, striking directly at the sword!

"clang!"

When their palms clashed, their swords produced a metallic clang!

Jiang Yan felt a force coming from the sword, which made his wrist go numb and the longsword almost fly out of his hand.

He immediately withdrew and retreated, while simultaneously raising his left hand to launch five more darts, blocking Jiang Bai's pursuit route.

"The tactics are quite solid."

Jiang Bai silently evaluated it in his heart.

Jiang Yan was clearly a cautious type, not greedy for credit or reckless. He first used ranged attacks to wear down his opponent, then harassed him with close-range swordsmanship, and immediately created distance if he encountered any obstacles.

If it were an ordinary Qi Refining Level 1 cultivator, they would probably be fed up with this fighting style long ago.

However, Jiang Bai was not an ordinary Qi Refining Level 1 cultivator.

[Killing Intent Perception] allows him to predict the trajectory of darts, and [Toxin Immunity] makes him ignore the toxins on the darts.

As for physical exertion...

His continuous training over the past few days has significantly improved his physical strength and stamina.

"We need to find a way to force him to get close."

Jiang Baixin's mind raced, and he deliberately slipped while dodging the next round of darts.

This is where the flaw was revealed!

Jiang Yan's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he thrust his sword towards the man's right shoulder, which was tilted to one side.

After all, it was a martial arts contest, not a life-or-death battle. A stab to the shoulder could incapacitate the opponent without killing them.

Just as the sword was about to strike.

Jiang Bai's originally sluggish body suddenly accelerated, advancing instead of retreating. He took the opportunity of his right shoulder to withstand half an inch of the sword tip, and at the same time, the poisonous spiritual power that had been stored up in his right hand suddenly burst out!

This palm strike was a mixture of toxins he had secretly accumulated during the previous two battles!

A thick, dark green fog exploded out from him, instantly enveloping an area of ​​two zhang in radius!

Caught off guard, Jiang Yan inhaled a small amount of mist and immediately felt dizzy, causing his sword strike to slow down.

In that brief moment of respite, Jiang Bai's right palm struck him heavily in the chest.

The force wasn't heavy, but it was enough to decide the outcome.

Jiang Yan staggered back three steps, then smiled bitterly and cupped his hands, saying, "I lost."

The poisonous fog gradually dissipated.

The elder referee announced loudly: "Group A, Jiang Baisheng! First place in the Qi Refining Group!"

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by scattered applause, which quickly turned into enthusiastic applause.

Regardless of faction, strength will always earn the respect of others.

With his cultivation at the late stage of the first level of Qi Refining, Jiang Bai defeated opponents at the second and third levels of Qi Refining in succession, winning all three battles. This record is impeccable.

On the viewing platform, elder Jiang Yuanshan stroked his beard, a smile on his face.

Clan Chief Jiang Yunshan nodded and whispered a few words to the steward beside him.

The First Elder, Jiang Zhen, had a gloomy expression. He whispered something to his trusted confidant, who immediately nodded and hurriedly left.

Jiang Bai saw all of this.

He remained calm and jumped off the ring.

The awards ceremony began soon after.

The elder referee handed a storage bag to Jiang Bai: "The reward for the top place in the initial group is: fifty low-grade spirit stones, a bottle of Corrupting Heart Pills (three pills), and a Poisonous Miasma Cave cultivation token, which allows you to enter the cave for three days of cultivation."

"Thank you, Elder."

Jiang Bai took the storage bag and checked the items inside.

At this moment, Elder Jiang Yuanshan rose and walked to the front of the stage, slowly saying, "Today, at this martial arts competition, I have a few words to say."

The entire room fell silent.

"On the path of cultivation, realm is certainly important, but it is by no means the only factor. What did Jiang Bai rely on to win first place today with only the first level of Qi Refining? It was his comprehension of the Dao of Poison, his precise control of the battle situation, and his extraordinary courage to fight and take risks!"

He paused briefly, then raised his voice: "I urge you all to diligently cultivate, and not be misled by appearances. Low cultivation does not necessarily preclude victory. High cultivation does not guarantee defeat. What my Jiang family needs are disciples who can fight, adapt to changing circumstances, and bring glory to the family, not empty shells with high cultivation levels!"

These words were pointed, and many of the elder's disciples lowered their heads.

Elder Jiang Zhen's expression grew increasingly grim.

After the elder finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Disperse. Jiang Bai, stay."

The crowd gradually left.

Jiang Bai walked down to the viewing platform and respectfully bowed: "Elder of the clan."

Elder Jiang Yuanshan looked at him with a complex expression, and after a long while said, "You did well today. Be careful when you go to the Poisonous Mist Cave."

Jiang Bai felt a chill run down his spine, but his face remained impassive: "I understand, sir."

"Good that you understand."

The elder waved his hand and turned to leave.

Jiang Bai also left the training ground and returned to his small courtyard.

Xiao Cui had already prepared hot water and clean clothes. Seeing him return, she whispered, "Young Master, among the spectators today, several people hurriedly went to the Grand Elder's residence after leaving the arena. One of them was Jiang Lin from the Enforcement Team."

Jiang Lin?

Jiang Bai remembered this person; he was at the sixth level of Qi Refining and was a squad leader in the enforcement team. He was usually obedient to the Grand Elder.

"Understood." Jiang Bai nodded. "Continue to keep an eye on things, but do not take any risks."

"Yes."

After Xiao Cui left, Jiang Bai closed the door and poured all his winnings for the day onto the table.

Fifty low-grade spirit stones, three Corruption Pills, and that token.

The token is inscribed with the words "Poisonous Miasma" on the front and an array pattern on the back, presumably a token for entering the cave.

According to the clan elders, the Poisonous Mist Cave is a forbidden area of ​​the Jiang family. The concentration of poisonous gas inside the cave is extremely high. Ordinary Qi Refining cultivators can only stay on the outer perimeter for one or two hours at most before the poisonous gas invades their bodies, forcing them to leave.

But for Jiang Bai right now, it's an excellent tonic!

He weighed the token in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It would be risky for others to go."

"Oh no, we should be going to a buffet."