God Destroying Pearl

After leaving the quiet training residence, Song Yun stepped on the morning dew with light and firm steps, his heart full of anticipation for sharing the joy with his master.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and onto his resolute face, adding a bit of heroic spirit to him.

Arriving at the courtyard where Sikong Luo was, Song Yun took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and respectfully stepped over the threshold.

In the courtyard, Sikong Luo was sitting beside a stone table, holding an ancient book in his hand, his brows revealing an otherworldly temperament.

Seeing Song Yun coming, Sikong Luo raised his head slightly, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

"Master, I, the disciple Song Yun, come to pay my respects." Song Yun bowed, his voice filled with humility and excitement.

Sikong Luo put down the ancient book in his hand and looked at Song Yun gently, as if he wanted to see him thoroughly from head to toe. "Yun'er, you look refreshed, and your cultivation seems to have improved?" Sikong Luo's tone was filled with a hint of doubt and expectation.

When Song Yun heard this, he felt a warm feeling in his heart. He knew that every word of his master was filled with care and expectations for him.

"Yes, Master. I have been practicing hard in seclusion recently and finally broke through the bottleneck of the seventh level of Qi Refining and was promoted to the eighth level of Qi Refining." As he said this, a proud smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

When Sikong Luo heard this, a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face, which then turned into a relieved smile.

"Good! Good! Yun'er, you really did live up to your master's expectations. The eighth level of Qi Refining is already an extremely rare achievement for someone your age."

However, when Song Yun went on to say that he had practiced the Qingfeng sword technique to the great perfection realm, the expression on Sikong Luo's face froze instantly, and he was so surprised that he was almost speechless.

He widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe his ears, and it took him a while to find his voice: "What did you say? Qingfeng Sword Technique...completed? This...how is this possible! "

Upon seeing this, Song Yun hurriedly reported to his master his experiences in the process of training and the various changes after his sword skills had been perfected.

As Sikong Luo listened to Song Yun's story, the surprise in his eyes gradually turned into deep approval.

He stood up, walked in front of Song Yun, patted his shoulder gently, and said earnestly: "Yun'er, not only have you made rapid progress in your cultivation, but what is even more rare is your understanding and persistence in swordsmanship. It takes time to master the Qingfeng swordsmanship. It is not easy for you to achieve this. Your teacher is proud of you!"

After saying that, Sikong Luo took out a yellowed ancient book from his sleeve and handed it to Song Yun.

"This is a sword manual that I obtained in my early years. It contains many profound sword techniques and sword meanings. Now that you have made some progress in your cultivation and sword techniques, it is time to learn a higher level of swordsmanship. I hope this manual can inspire you."

Song Yun took the secret book with both hands, his heart filled with indescribable excitement and gratitude.

He knew very well that this was not only the recognition and reward from his master, but also the earnest expectation for his future in kendo.

He secretly vowed to work harder in his cultivation and live up to his master's cultivation and high hopes.

Sikong Luo stood in the center of the courtyard, the light of morning light stretching his weathered but still upright figure.

Sikong Luo's eyes showed both strict requirements for his disciples and a subtle expectation.

"Yun'er," Sikong Luo's voice was steady and powerful, "Tomorrow is the day of the sect's annual newcomer competition. This is the first time since you joined the sect that you will have the opportunity to show your strength and style in front of all the disciples."

"It is said that this time, in order to encourage newcomers to practice more diligently, the sect has increased the rewards for outstanding disciples. Not only are the quality and quantity of the rewards far superior to those of previous years, but they also include some rare practice resources and opportunities."

Having said that, Sikong Luo's tone paused slightly, and he looked at Song Yun with even deeper eyes.

"Yun'er, you are talented and hardworking. Your master has always placed high hopes on you. Tomorrow's competition is not only a test of your training results, but also a great opportunity for you to show yourself and improve your reputation."

Song Yun felt his master's high hopes and trust, and an unprecedented motivation and sense of responsibility surged in his heart.

"Master, I understand. I will do my best to live up to your expectations and teachings."

Sikong Luo smiled slightly and patted Song Yun on the shoulder, which was a silent support and encouragement.

"Okay, Yun'er. Remember, when competing, you must go all out, but also keep a calm mind. Don't be arrogant when you win, and don't be discouraged when you lose. This is the way of a true warrior."

"Disciple will keep it in mind." Song Yun bowed, his tone firm and sincere.

Sikong Luo nodded.

After coming out of Sikong Luo's residence, Song Yun took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

In order to prevent the situation of running out of spiritual power in tomorrow's competition, Song Yun decided to go to Duobao Palace to buy some pills to restore his spiritual power.

In the world of cultivating immortals, different elixirs can be divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade elixirs.

Duobao Hall, as an important place for storing treasures and trading resources within the sect, is usually bustling with people. Tomorrow, the sect's newcomer competition will be held, and it is even more crowded now. Many disciples are busy preparing for the upcoming competition, choosing magic weapons, or buying elixirs. The whole hall is brightly lit and bustling.

When Song Yun stepped into the Duobao Hall, a strong medicinal fragrance filled his nose, which lifted his spirits.

Various treasures are displayed in the hall, from rare medicinal herbs to high-level magical instruments, the variety is dazzling and overwhelming.

He went straight to the medicine area, with a clear goal in mind - to find a medicine that could quickly restore his spiritual power.

In front of the counter in the medicine area, an old man with white hair and beard was leisurely arranging the medicine bottles on the shelf.

When he saw Song Yun coming, a gentle smile flashed in his eyes, as if he had already seen through the young disciple's intentions.

"Young man, are you here for tomorrow's competition?" The old man's voice was low and magnetic, with a certain unquestionable majesty.

Song Yun bowed slightly and answered respectfully, "That's right. I want to buy a few pills to restore my spiritual power, just in case."

The old man nodded, took down several exquisite pill bottles from the shelf, and introduced them one by one: "Here is the low-grade 'Restoring Pill', which can quickly restore 30% of your spiritual power after taking it; the medium-grade 'Recovery Pill' has a better effect and can restore 50% of your spiritual power, but it is also relatively expensive; and this 'Instant Pill' is a high-grade one, which can instantly restore 80% of your spiritual power after taking it, but it is not easy to refine and the quantity is rare, so the price is naturally not cheap."

Song Yun listened carefully and thought secretly in his mind.

Taking into account his financial situation and possible needs, he finally decided to buy a few "Recovery Pills" as backup. At the same time, he asked about the price of "Instant Pills", intending to buy a few more if conditions permit in case of emergency.

Seeing this, the old man smiled and put the pills into an exquisite wooden box and handed it to Song Yun.

"My friend, you have good vision. This 'Recovery Pill' is a great product for restoring spiritual power. It will definitely help you in tomorrow's competition."

Song Yun took the wooden box and thanked the old man gratefully.

Song Yun held the wooden box in his hand, his heart full of anticipation and confidence for tomorrow's competition, then turned and left Duobao Hall.

After returning to his residence, Song Yun closed the door.

"Let's have a good rest tonight." Song Yun decided secretly in his heart. He knew that a good rest state was crucial for tomorrow's competition.

Although excessive training can improve one's strength, it may also lead to mental fatigue, which is detrimental to one's performance.

After a night's rest, Song Yun felt more energetic and refreshed than ever before, as if he had been completely reborn.

The day of the competition finally arrived. As the morning light broke, the sect square was already bustling with people. Disciples from all walks of life gathered together, and the atmosphere was both tense and exciting.

As the sect leader, dressed in a flowing robe, slowly walked into the center of the sect square, the atmosphere of the entire venue was instantly pushed to a climax.

The sunlight just happened to shine on his body, adding a bit of majesty and kindness to him, causing the disciples around him to straighten their backs involuntarily, their eyes full of admiration and expectation.

The headmaster looked around, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the thoughts of every disciple.

He raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then his loud yet gentle voice echoed over the square: "Today, we gather here to witness the grand occasion of the sect's newcomer competition. I am very happy to see so many young talents gathered together to fight for the glory of the sect and their own dreams."

After a pause, the headmaster continued, "There are a total of 300 new disciples participating in this newcomer competition. This is the most spectacular event in recent years. The competition will be conducted in the form of two-on-two confrontations. After multiple rounds of elimination, 10 outstanding disciples will be selected. They will have the opportunity to show their talents in the final and compete for the supreme honor."

At this point, the headmaster's tone became serious: "But I want to emphasize that although the competition is fierce, it must be stopped in time. Our sect values ​​harmony, and disciples should respect each other and make progress together. It is strictly forbidden to maliciously slander fellow disciples during the competition. Anyone who violates this rule will be severely punished."

The master's words are like a gentle spring breeze, nourishing the hearts of every disciple.

They all nodded, indicating that they would strictly abide by the rules of the competition and participate in the competition with a fair and just attitude.

Afterwards, the leader announced the official start of the competition.

As the bell rang, the whole square suddenly became lively, and the sect's newcomer competition began.