The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 320: First Battle, Half-Saint of Painting (Two in One)

Lin Qingying did not wait for Li Hao and Lin Shanhai, and went to the holy land first.

She went to the gathering and participate in the competition as a disciple.

Li Hao and Lin Shanhai packed up and then went there slowly.

When the two were halfway through their flight, they met Zhao Yingzhen and Shi Huajin and others who were dressed in luxurious clothes. They also went to watch the competition together. Although they were alchemists, such a grand event was extremely lively and only happened once every hundred years, so no one wanted to miss it.

"Old Lin, the competition in this Sword God Contest is fierce. Is Qingying confident that he can make it into the top five?"

After meeting, Zhao Yingzhen asked with a smile.

Lin Shanhai shook his head and said, "Who can say for sure? The other saints and saintesses are not easy to deal with either. There are more than ten of them. It's very difficult to get into the top ten!"

There are a large number of disciples in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land. There are millions of outer disciples and tens of thousands of inner disciples, all of whom are carefully selected geniuses.

The Canglan Realm is vast, with many dynasties and a population of hundreds of millions. In addition to the three major holy places, there are many other first-class forces.

And the disciples who are able to become apprentices in the holy land, even if they are outer disciples, have the hope of entering the inner sect among those first-rate forces. As for the inner sect disciples, they are all geniuses of the same realm, and all of them start with the ninth-level combat physique qualification.

The best among them either have amazing comprehension or are even more talented, and a few even have special physiques.

In the dynasty’s hometown, they are famous top monsters, but when they gather in the holy land, they are just ordinary ones among the millions of outer disciples.

Just like in the vernacular stories, the mighty ones in the mortal world try hard to ascend to heaven, but in the end they become just a small pawn among the 100,000 heavenly soldiers.

"Indeed, you shouldn't put too much pressure on Qingying. It's good enough to be in the top ten. There are already many geniuses, and now saints like to use incarnations to reincarnate and practice, so the competition among these young children is even more intense."

Shi Huajin said to Lin Shanhai.

"Of course. I never ask about her cultivation. No matter what rank she is, she is always number one in my heart. Even if she stops cultivating and becomes an ordinary person, I, Old Lin, can still afford to raise a granddaughter." Lin Shanhai said.

"You are quite open-minded, but Qingying doesn't need you to urge her. She works harder than anyone else. I heard that she has condensed the ultimate Soft Dojo body. Is it possible that she is the incarnation of the saint of the Yin-Yang School?"

Zhao Yingzhen asked curiously.

Lin Shanhai's face darkened: "She is not someone's incarnation, she is herself!"

Zhao Yingzhen was stunned and smiled awkwardly.

Shi Huajin rolled her eyes at him. Everyone knew that Old Lin doted on his granddaughter and they depended on each other for survival. He was bringing up something irrelevant.

Several people traveled together, and after flying out of the area where the alchemists lived, they headed to the holy mountain of the Sword Ancestor's Holy Land.

The Sword Ancestor Holy Land is distributed in different areas. Outer disciples can only live in the peaks outside the holy mountain, while inner disciples can practice on the holy mountain and have the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the saints. The saints and holy sons have their own exclusive holy peaks for practice, which gather the energy of heaven and earth and make rapid progress in their practice.

After flying slowly for thousands of miles, half an hour later, they finally arrived at the holy mountain.

This sacred mountain is majestic and vast, and its body can be faintly seen from hundreds of miles away. At this moment, clouds and mist surround the lower part of the mountain, and the true appearance of the top of the mountain cannot be seen.

When approaching the Holy Mountain, one can see thousands of streams of light flying from all directions. They are the outer disciples rushing here to watch the battle.

In this battle for the Sword God, outer disciples are not eligible to participate. Only inner disciples can compete. In the end, they will be eliminated and compete with the strongest geniuses in the holy land, such as the Saint Maiden and the Son of God.

The initial selection arena is on the mountainside. The area is vast and there are ten arenas for simultaneous competition.

Once the top 100 are selected, they will gather at the top of the mountain and chase the final top 10 under the watchful eyes of the saint.

At this moment, I saw the mountainside surrounded by clouds and mist. In an extremely vast and empty place, there were ten huge arenas, all surrounded by law barriers.

Outside the arena is the audience seat for outer disciples. Such a competition among genius swordsmen is also a rare learning opportunity for these outer disciples.

When the Sword God War is over, the outer disciples will start a new round of competition for the inner disciple seats, and many people will stand out by then.

At this moment, the audience seats outside the venue were divided into large areas and covered by noise reduction rules, so although some voices were heard, it did not sound too noisy.

Otherwise, if a million people gathered together, even if they were all whispering, it would still be noisy and chaotic.

In addition to the audience seats for outer disciples, there are also floating seats in the air with a better view, allowing one to see the situation on ten arenas at the same time.

These seats are prepared for alchemists such as Lin Shanhai, as well as weapon refiners in the holy land, other management deacons, dynasty law enforcers and other people of status and power in the holy land.

At this moment, the outer disciples' audience seats below were already bustling with activity and most of the seats were occupied.

Of the thousands of seats floating in the air, only about half were occupied.

Lin Shanhai brought Li Hao, Zhao Yingzhen and others to the seats in the alchemist area.

Their arrival naturally attracted the attention of some disciples. Many outer disciples were obsessed with these alchemy masters and wanted to curry favor with them but had no way to do so. Only at this moment did they have the opportunity to glimpse their true appearance.

"Look, it's a high-level alchemist!"

"I have seen that person before. He is Master Lin Dan. It was thanks to the Body Forging Pills he refined that I was able to reach the Unfading Realm."

"There is a junior alchemist in my family, who is already a respected figure in my family. Even my father has to act according to his mood. If a senior alchemist is willing to help, he can easily cultivate a strong man in the Wen Dao realm!"

"It's not that exaggerated. After reaching the Fourth Stage, the effectiveness of the elixir on the body will decrease."

"That's because you don't have much experience. Have you heard of the Wen Dao Fruit? Some high-level alchemists' elixirs can produce similar effects. Although they can't help you learn the Dao 100%, they can increase your chances of promotion."

"That's right. Moreover, the most powerful thing about a high-level alchemist is their network of contacts. If they have enough connections and are willing to speak up for you, they can gather their friends to help you refine the medicine. Even a loser can be supported to become a strong one."

"See? Those are all high-level alchemists."

"The young man in the middle too? That's impossible, right?"

"Then he must be one of their direct disciples."

"Nonsense, that's Master Qingfeng, I met him before when I was helping to deliver medicinal herbs."

"Qingfeng Alchemist? He is the Qingfeng Alchemist?!"

Many people were surprised when they heard the name of Master Qingfeng.

Although he had never met Li Hao, the name of Master Qingfeng had become extremely famous recently. Everyone knew that there was a Master Qingfeng in the alchemist circle who had a wide network of contacts and mastered unique techniques for extracting medicinal materials. If one asked him for help in refining pills, he would basically succeed!
Li Hao, Lin Shanhai and others have already taken their seats on the floating seats.

"It seems that you are very famous. These little guys know about it."

When Lin Shanhai heard the whispers and exclamations below, he couldn't help but smile at Li Hao.

Li Hao also noticed it, but he just felt a little funny. It was a bit strange that he, a person who had never made pills before, had become the famous Qingfeng Alchemist.

"Qingfeng's purification technique is truly irreplaceable, and these little guys are well-informed."

Shi Huajin said with a smile.

"If Qingfeng wants to become an alchemist, I can teach you, and it doesn't count as accepting you as a disciple." Zhao Yingzhen said immediately.

Lin Shanhai said unhappily, "Don't think too much. I told Qingfeng this a long time ago. If he wanted to, he would have the opportunity to become a high-level alchemist now."

Zhao Yingzhen was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

Li Hao's gaze fell on the ten arenas. Outside the arenas, many inner disciples gathered at the edge. What surprised Li Hao was that the auras of these inner disciples were all deep and restrained, and the lowest one was at the Fourth Stage!

Some of them have outstanding figures, standing out in the crowd like dazzling figures like the scorching sun, and have even reached the realm of Wen Dao. Their aura is restrained and deep, both obscure and sharp.

Li Hao was silent in his heart. He was just an inner sect disciple, but he had the strength of Wen Dao Realm. This was the foundation of the holy land.

During all these years of the Dayu Divine Dynasty, apart from the Buddha, there was only one Qin Zhenren in charge.

As for whether there are other hermits who have reached the realm of knowledge, it is unknown. Even if there are, there are only one or two who have reached the top at most.

The six Dao Fa realm masters who were killed in the Imperial Palace before should be the six genius inner disciples in the Void Holy Land. They were all in the Dao Fa realm and were considered the best among the inner disciples.

However, there are at least hundreds of such outstanding people among the inner disciples of the Sword Ancestor Holy Land.

This is the gap between the holy land and the human dynasty. Their forces are like dragons and ants.

"Qingying is over there."

Shi Huajin raised his finger and saw three figures standing in one place opposite to the ten arenas. Many powerful people in the holy land gathered around them. But in front of these three figures, there were more than a dozen figures with imposing bearing and outstanding appearance. They were like transcendent stars, and people dared not look directly at them.

Even the most outstanding inner sect disciple who shone like the blazing sun seemed somewhat overshadowed by these people.

"Those are the three semi-saints in the holy land."

Lin Shanhai introduced to Li Hao.

Li Hao took a closer look and saw three semi-saints, who were second only to saints. Although there was a huge gap between semi-saints and saints, compared with the Wen Dao realm, semi-saints were also overwhelming and had absolute dominance.

The three people, one man and one woman, all looked middle-aged. There was also an old man. Their aura was erratic and restrained, but they were like a sacred mountain that seemed far away and yet near. Standing there, they seemed to be rooted in the heaven and earth, towering and motionless.

Just the aura that was casually exuded made Li Hao feel a strong sense of oppression.

He was in a heavy mood, vaguely sensing that with his current strength, even if he could easily kill a Dao Fa realm master, if he fought against this half-saint, the outcome would be unpredictable and he would most likely be defeated.

Semi-saints have long lifespans, and most of them have reached the pinnacle of their abilities. They are only half a step away from becoming saints. They are already among the best geniuses of their generation. It is almost impossible to defeat them in adversity.

"For this primary election, you can just watch it here. If you don't want to watch it, you can go back."

In front of the ten arenas, a middle-aged man with a burly and tall stature, whose shoulders seemed to be able to lift up the world, spoke calmly to the dozen or so saints in front of him.

After hearing his words, the expressions of the dozen people were rather calm. Some of them stood quietly, with their clothes fluttering, wanting to see what level these outstanding inner disciples had reached.

Others bowed slightly to the three semi-saints and turned away, too lazy to stay here any longer.

For many saints, their competitive eyes are basically locked on other saints, and they have no interest in the lower-level inner disciples. In the end, they will become stepping stones for them anyway.

"Holy Son Haoyue didn't come. He must be in seclusion."

"He may be planning to wait until the top 100 match before showing up. He doesn't care about this level of battle, and coming here is just a waste of time."

"After not seeing him for 30 years, I don't know how far he has come. This time, I am really looking forward to it."

When several familiar saints and saintesses mentioned a certain saint, there was a hint of fighting spirit in their eyes.

There are many holy sons, but some of them are extremely famous, such as the Holy Son Haoyue.

"There are quite a few rising stars this time. Don't just focus on the Holy Son of Haoyue or you'll be overtaken by the other little guys."

A saint with a graceful figure, a hazy veil on her face and eyes as clear as autumn water, glanced at a figure in flowing white clothes beside her.

Hearing her words, the gazes of the other saints and saintesses also shifted over. Some stared at her slightly, while others looked indifferent.

"I heard that according to the bone mirror test, he is less than 27 years old. Is he the youngest among us?"

A young man with a tall figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes said with interest.

"After all, he is the Sword Saint's personal disciple, just like the Holy Son of the Bright Moon. I guess he has the same abilities as the Holy Son of the Bright Moon thirty years ago."

Another Holy Son said calmly.

They chatted casually without hiding anything, revealing their confidence and composure, and not caring about offending or provoking others.

After all, in this Sword God Battle, they could be rivals.

Moreover, although they are all saints, there is only one spot for them to obtain the incense from the Sword Ancestor Holy Land and become the new Sword Saint. They are each other's enemies unless one of them is willing to withdraw from the competition.

Hearing these people's discussions, Bian Ruxue, who was dressed in a snow-white coat, remained silent. She ignored them and just stared quietly at the ten arenas in front of her.

She had no intention of leaving, but wanted to see the best of these inner disciples. The strength of those top inner disciples was not much inferior to that of the Saint Son or Saint Daughter. Some of them even made breakthroughs after the last election of the Saint Son or Saint Daughter, and now they might also have the power of the Saint Son or Saint Daughter.

Although this possibility is extremely low, it does exist.

On the other side, Lin Qingying was also looking at the scene calmly. She had no interest in the discussions around her and did not participate in them.

She knew that everyone around her was her opponent, and her only companion was the sword in her hand.

Soon, after chatting, more than a dozen saints left one after another, and finally only five stayed here to watch.

These saints were extremely eye-catching. As they left, many disciples in the audience noticed them and began to discuss them in low voices.

In front of the ring, the inner disciples who were waiting to prepare for the battle also noticed it and immediately felt a sense of contempt, but they knew that there was nothing they could do about it because the other party was the Son of God and the Holy Daughter, who were much stronger than them.

However, a few people here had cold eyes.

Before long, the auditorium was gradually filled, and the floating seats were also gradually filled.

The preliminary round of the Sword God Competition also began at this moment.

There are two types of preliminary challenge rules. One is a two-on-two duel, and the other is a defending battle for the champion. After defending for ten games, the champion can directly advance to the top 100 and skip the other duels.

The defense battle is prepared for those who are confident in their strength, while the random two-on-two duels allow other inner disciples to have a chance to compete with each other.

Three semi-saints were in charge, and as the rules of the Sword God Battle were explained, they began to select people.

They gathered the contestants' disciple badges together and used the rules to distribute them randomly in the void.

The disciples who chose to defend the ring have already arrived at the center ring first.

In the past sword god battles, the defending battles were often more eye-catching, and the top inner sect masters would choose this easy way.

"Wow, the first person to go on stage for the defense match is Mu Feng."

"He is one of the best among the inner sect geniuses, so it is normal for him to choose to defend the ring this time."

"He asked me to refine the Condensation Pill a while ago. Qingfeng, you came to help me, remember?"

Zhao Yingzhen said to Li Hao.

Li Hao nodded, with some impression.

"How about it, same old rules, what do you want to bet? I'll go first, the intermediate recipe for the Fire Purifying Pill, which can purify the poison in the body. However, there will be a little poison left in the body, but it's very small in comparison."

An old man spoke, smiling.

Shi Huajin smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you one too. It's a medium-grade purple gold pill, which can increase physical strength. One pill can increase physical strength by about 50,000 pounds. Only three pills are needed to be effective."

"I'm not familiar with him, so I'll just give you a basic pill recipe." Lin Shanhai also joined in.

Others also chose the recipe they wanted to bet on, and then began to choose the number of games and odds.

Li Hao was listening at the side and found that they had formulated extremely detailed betting rules, which were actually a bit similar to Texas Hold'em?

Tsk, who says the ancients didn’t know how to have fun? As long as you have enough time, don’t play too much.

"Qingfeng, do you want to come and play?"

Zhao Yingzhen asked Li Hao.

Li Hao shook his head: "I don't understand these, so I won't accompany you anymore."

"Go away, don't drag Qingfeng into the water." Lin Shanhai said unhappily.

It's not a good thing to be involved in this kind of thing.

No one else tried to persuade him, and Li Hao took out the brush and drawing board that he had prepared long ago from the space of heaven and earth and began to grind ink.

If we talk about who gained the most from this battle, no one could compare to me... Li Hao was very happy, and after the ink was ground, he set up the drawing board and began to sketch the three semi-saints.

Li Hao was a little excited, not knowing how much experience in painting the existence of the semi-saint realm could provide.

"Qingfeng, what are you doing?"

Shi Huajin noticed Li Hao's strange behavior and was a little surprised.

The other alchemists also looked over and were shocked by Li Hao's strange behavior.

Li Hao smiled and said, "It's a rare sight, I'll draw it as a souvenir."

Lin Shanhai knew that Li Hao liked painting and was very good at it, so he smiled and said, "Just keep painting, don't disturb him, Qingfeng's paintings are amazing."

"Oh?"

The others all showed surprise, and then became interested, thinking of waiting for Li Hao to finish painting.

Li Hao began to paint seriously with all his heart.

The three semi-saints stood together, and Li Hao painted while observing. However, painting for the strong was not easy. The reason why Li Hao had rich experience in painting was mainly because he needed to concentrate on observation. But as he observed the three semi-saints, his own mental strength was also depleted, as if he was spying on a maze.

The aura of the semi-saint was restrained and profound, making him feel as if copying and depicting it was difficult.

"Ok?"

In the distance, three semi-saints noticed that they were being watched, and they looked up. Their gazes immediately fell on the floating seat and saw the young man holding up the drawing board.

Soon, they noticed that Li Hao was surrounded by alchemists.

"Whose disciple is that man? How dare he offend us like this?" The woman had mature brows and deep, cold eyes.

"It may not be an offense. I checked with my divine sense and he was painting for us. I guess he admires us and wants to keep our paintings. And it seems that his paintings are not bad."

The burly middle-aged man looked calm with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"That's not anyone's disciple. Recently, a master who has mastered the ability to refine medicinal materials has emerged among the alchemists. He should be that young man. He sat with Lin Shanhai. I remember his name seemed to be Master Qingfeng."

The old man took a look, then looked away and spoke calmly.

"Master Qingfeng?"

The woman's eyes moved slightly, and it was obvious that she had heard of this name. The coldness in her eyes dissipated a little. She scanned with her mind and immediately found that her figure appeared on the other party's drawing board, and her appearance was extremely beautiful...

"Since it was no offense, forget it."

She relaxed her brows and said calmly.

The conversation between the three semi-saints was not concealed, and Lin Qingying and Bian Ruxue who were standing next to them heard it. Lin Qingying looked up and saw that Li Hao had really set up a drawing board and was actually sketching a semi-saint. She couldn't help but be speechless and secretly felt a little amused.

Li Hao has been here for nearly a year. After nearly a year of getting along with him, she has become completely familiar with this person. Apart from painting and sculpting, he really doesn't do anything else on weekdays.

Except for extracting medicinal materials.

"Ok?"

Bian Ruxue also looked over. When she heard the word "painting", her heart inexplicably moved and she looked towards the floating mat.

She couldn't see the man's face because of the drawing board, but for some reason, the drawing board made her feel familiar, and the blood in her body seemed to speed up a little bit in an instant.

(End of this chapter)