Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

With fifty times the comprehension, he can accurately pinpoint every oversight in his cultivation and correct it immediately; coupled with a mid-level, robust spiritual body as a foundation and a continuous supply of spirit stones, Xu Mofeng's cultivation progress can only be described as astonishing.

In one hour, the Ghostly Steps of the Netherworld reached a minor level of mastery.

In three hours, he directly entered the Great Completion Realm.

In the Yunjing Courtyard, a figure in a black robe appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

Suddenly, six "Xu Mofeng" figures appeared in the courtyard. After several breaths, the five phantoms slowly dissipated.

Xu Mofeng's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light as he murmured to himself, "The manual records that at its peak, one can only create three illusions to confuse the enemy. I have now directly cultivated six martial illusions, which has already exceeded the limit of this movement technique. Combined with the Executioner's Blade Technique, it should possess unfathomable power."

With half of the effects of the Fiftyfold Enlightenment Pill remaining, Xu Mofeng turned to deduce the Criminal Prison Blade Technique.

This sword technique is still in its infancy; he hasn't even figured out a proper killing move yet. There's still a long way to go, and he needs to work hard to hone it.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, two Golden Core Realm disciples dressed in black robes arrived at the peak. Looking at the churning sea of ​​clouds beside them, one of them had a face full of envy.

This is definitely a room with a stunning view of the clouds!

"As expected of Elder Zou's personally chosen core disciple, the treatment is indeed different. This viewpoint, apart from Senior Brother Feng Wubian's residence on the mountaintop, is probably the best..."

Another person scoffed, "You can't envy this kind of luck. Who can blame them when their martial arts talent is so outrageously abnormal, far exceeding that of ordinary people by a hundred times? It's only natural that they receive such good treatment!"

The man nodded and said seriously, "Let's hurry up and report. The Six Sects Martial Arts Competition is about to begin, and everyone is waiting to set off."

"That's right."

The two walked to the gate of the courtyard and called out loudly, "Junior Brother Xu Mofeng, is Junior Brother Xu Mofeng here?"

He called out several times, but there was no response from inside the courtyard.

The two of them couldn't help but look puzzled.

"Isn't it inside?"

"Push the door open and go in to take a look."

The vermilion gate of the Biyou Sect's courtyard was gently pushed open, and two core disciples at the Golden Core Realm had just stepped inside when the elegant scene before them shattered abruptly.

The world instantly sank into darkness, a cold wind carrying ghostly wails brushed past our ears, and ghostly shadows loomed everywhere.

A blue-faced, fanged demon burst out of the black mist carrying instruments of torture, followed by naked, sinful souls, each suffering the most severe punishments: slow slicing, being cut in half at the waist, being skinned alive, and being branded with hot irons.

The cries of agony and pleas for mercy mingled together, and the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere struck their very brows. The two felt their legs go weak, as if they had been thrown into an infernal hell, and even their souls trembled.

Their faces turned deathly pale, cold sweat streamed down their chins, and they trembled uncontrollably. Even their long-stable martial arts mental states cracked a few times.

But this hellish scene lasted only a moment before receding completely like the tide.

Before them was still the quiet courtyard with swaying bamboo shadows. The young man in black robes stood with his hands behind his back, his handsome features and calm gaze fixed on the two of them.

"what!"

The two snapped back to their senses and cried out in unison. When they looked at the boy again, their eyes were filled with barely concealed fear and horror.

This is no disciple's courtyard, it's clearly the Yama King's dojo!

"What is it, senior brothers?"

The handsome young man spoke first, his tone completely calm.

One of the disciples hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and, suppressing his wildly beating heart, replied, "The Six Sects Martial Arts Competition will be starting soon. Elder Zou has summoned the core disciples and, fearing that Junior Brother Xu Mofeng might not have received the message, specifically sent us to inform him."

Xu Mofeng nodded slightly: "Understood, I'll be there shortly."

The two disciples felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They didn't dare to say a word of politeness and turned to rush out. They didn't dare to lean against a tree trunk and gasp for breath until they had run half a mile away.

"You saw that hellish scene just now too?"

"Stop talking! Get out of here! I'd rather die than set foot in this courtyard again!"

"The number one prodigy of the Azure Nether Sect... that title is truly well-deserved..."

The two core disciples at the Golden Core stage fled this troublesome place as quickly as possible, as if they were avoiding a plague.

Xu Mofeng, who was in the courtyard, touched the tip of his nose, a hint of apology flashing across his face.

Just now, when he was deduce the sword technique at a critical moment, his sword intent went out of control and almost knocked out the inner demons of the two fellow disciples who had mistakenly entered the scene. It was truly an unintentional mistake.

However, his apology was quickly overshadowed by joy. After a whole month of secluded practice and simulation, the first killing move of the Prison Blade Technique was finally perfected.

The previous "Avici Hell" and "Eternal Fall into Avici" were just the starting moves. In his conception, this sword technique consisted of seven moves, corresponding to the five levels of suffering in Avici Hell.

The five kinds of uninterrupted suffering are: uninterrupted torment, where punishments continue without pause; uninterrupted physical suffering, where if one person is in prison, tens of thousands will be; uninterrupted time suffering, where one is tortured day and night without rest; uninterrupted life suffering, where one dies and is reborn endlessly in the cycle of reincarnation; and uninterrupted consequences suffering, where one's sins are fixed and there is no way to resist.

He spent some time at the prison, studying all kinds of tortures in the prison and honing his skills day and night. Finally, he completely developed the first move, "Bitter Abyss".

Once this move is used, the opponent will be trapped in an illusion and suffer the torment of a hundred tortures.

Those two disciples were only touched by a bit of the overflowing sword intent, and they were so frightened by just a glimpse of the scene. If they were to be hit head-on, it would be strange if their souls were not severely damaged.

"With just this one move, the Prison Blade Technique has firmly entered the Earth Rank."

A smile flashed in Xu Mofeng's eyes. "If I were to deduce all the remaining moves, I wouldn't even dare to imagine how high I could reach."

The sense of accomplishment a martial artist feels when creating their own astonishing martial art is far more exhilarating than simply breaking through in cultivation level, and Xu Mofeng was no exception.

This past month wasn't just about practicing his sword; his cultivation level steadily reached the third level of the Golden Core stage.

The intermediate-level, resilient spiritual body brings fifteen times the cultivation speed, and with an abundance of spirit stones, one's cultivation level is practically skyrocketing.

If it weren't for the fact that I also broke through to the sixth level of the Purple Gold True Qi and strengthened my spiritual foundation, I would probably have already reached the threshold of the fourth level of the Golden Core realm.

The only drawback is the lack of a suitable knife.

The top-grade weapon at his waist was a trophy he had taken from Wu Changlin's storage ring. It was more than enough for an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, but it was not enough for him.

After all, the Six Sects Martial Arts Competition is attended by geniuses carefully selected by each sect, so they cannot be judged by ordinary standards. Weapons are also part of strength, so naturally the higher the grade, the better.

"I might as well try my luck at the Six Sects Martial Arts Competition; maybe I can win a high-grade weapon."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he vanished from the courtyard in a flash.

When Xu Mofeng arrived at the assembly square, the flying boat was already parked, and many disciples were waiting.

It was the same flying boat that went to the Frost Realm back then. Elder Zou and another Elder Qin led the team, all the core disciples were present, and a group of inner disciples followed.

Xu Mofeng thought to himself: Bringing inner disciples there is mostly to broaden their horizons. Being able to witness the clash between top geniuses in the Golden Core Realm will greatly benefit their future cultivation.

With his current reputation in the Biyou Sect, the moment he appeared, all eyes were immediately drawn to him.

He immediately spotted Li Haoran, Ji Chen, Lei Can, and other familiar faces in the crowd. They were all among the top ten inner disciples who had fought alongside him in the Frost Realm back then, and they were also in the group this time.

The group looked at Xu Mofeng with complicated expressions. Back during the trial, although Xu Mofeng had shown his talent, his cultivation was still below theirs. How long had it been? He had already surpassed them all and reached a level they could only look up to.

This speed of cultivation is unbelievable; no one would believe it if it were told. He's only been in the inner sect for a short time, and he's already a core disciple.

Xu Mofeng and the others nodded slightly in acknowledgment and then walked to the front of the line.

Seeing that most of the people had arrived, Elder Zou announced loudly, "Everyone is basically here. Several core disciples have already gone ahead to Jiuhua Mountain. We will set off immediately."

"yes!"

The disciples responded in unison.

The group boarded the flying boat one by one, and sat according to their cultivation level, with inner disciples at the stern and core disciples at the front.

Xu Mofeng sat at the head of the boat, and no one around him raised any objections.

The Six Sects Martial Arts Competition was held at Jiuhua Mountain in the Luoxiao Mountains, about three days' journey from Biyou Sect.

Most of the disciples on the boat sat cross-legged in meditation, making the most of every second to cultivate. Xu Mofeng was no exception; he took out a high-grade spirit stone and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

When Xu Mofeng opened his eyes, the flying boat had already arrived above Mount Jiuhua.

Many disciples crowded to the side of the boat to look around. He stood up and looked out. He saw a solitary peak towering in front of him. The top of the peak looked as if it had been flattened by a knife, turning into a huge platform. It was the perfect place for martial arts practice.

Four or five flying boats of various shapes and sizes were already docked on the platform, suggesting that the forces from other sects had arrived long ago.

Elder Zou maneuvered the flying boat to a slow descent, and everyone jumped off one after another.

The platform atop Mount Jiuhua is even more spacious than it appears from the air, easily accommodating thousands of people, and certainly enough to host a contest among those at the Golden Core stage.

As soon as Xu Mofeng steadied himself, his gaze swept over the disciples of various sects, and his eyes swept over the various colored orbs of light.

At a glance, there were more than twenty people with good fortune, most of them glowing red, with the most intense glowing crimson. They were likely all promising contenders from their respective sects, with the potential to break into the top thirty.

He had witnessed this scene once before during the inner sect selection, and he knew it perfectly well: as long as he defeated these people in the martial arts competition, he could transfer their opportunities. This martial arts competition was a life-or-death struggle for others, but for him, it was clearly an orchard of opportunities waiting to be harvested; every fight was a gain.

Of course, the prerequisite is that he has the ability to pick the fruit.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of purple out of the corner of his eye, and his heart skipped a beat.

A purple opportunity!