Mythical Cultivation

After careful consideration, he secretly made up his mind: I should wait until I break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm before worrying about these things.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, a month had already passed. Just then, Wu Ming received a message from his good friend, Zhao Xiaohai. It turned out that the sect's outer disciples' competition was about to begin, and the news had been officially announced. Upon learning this, Wu Ming made a decisive decision, temporarily halting his intensive talisman refining. After all, the most important thing right now was to return to the sect and devote himself to cultivation, preparing for the highly anticipated outer sect competition in top form.

Wu Ming then neatly placed the numerous first-level talismans and two second-level talismans he had painstakingly refined over that period of time inside the Hesheng Hall. Once everything was in place, he went to his grandfather to bid him farewell. After a long, heartfelt farewell, Wu Ming, light as a swallow, mounted his flying sword and, transforming into a stream of light, sped off towards the sect's headquarters. The journey was lightning-fast, and in no time, he successfully arrived at the sect's residence.

Over the next two months, Wu Ming, Li Fei, and the others reunited. It was undeniable that Li Fei was truly gifted, having already reached the advanced eighth level of Qi Refining. In comparison, Wang Xiaohu and Shi Chuan were slightly less impressive, still struggling at the sixth level, still a long way from the seventh level, which would allow them to enter the late stages of Qi Refining.

When everyone learned that Wu Ming had successfully advanced to the ninth level of Qi Refining, it undoubtedly brought great shock and encouragement to Wang Xiaohu, Shi Chuan, and Li Fei. Wang Xiaohu and Shi Chuan, in particular, secretly made up their minds to practice hard in seclusion, going all out to break through to the late stage of Qi Refining as soon as possible, and absolutely not let Wu Ming and Li Fei fall too far behind!

From that day on, Wu Ming devoted himself wholeheartedly to the arduous and arduous practice. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the Outer Sect Competition officially arrived.

Atop the sect's towering Martial Arts Peak, nearly a thousand outer disciples stood in an immensely spacious square. Some stood alone, silently waiting in a corner; others gathered in groups of two or three, chatting excitedly about the upcoming grand competition and boasting about their ambitious goals. For a moment, the entire square was abuzz with activity.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air above the square, like a ghost. In an instant, a suffocating pressure surged over like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the entire venue. The previously bustling square suddenly became hushed, and all the disciples were silent, afraid to even breathe.

"Everyone! Please be quiet!" An old man in a green robe and with white hair on the high platform slowly spoke, "I am the Tenth Elder of the Qingyun Sect. I am honored to be the person in charge of the 235th Outer Sect Competition."

Although the tenth elder looked quite old, he was in good spirits, with bright eyes and an awe-inspiring aura.

"You are all the best and most talented of the younger generation of our Qingyun Sect! Our Qingyun Sect has been established for nearly three thousand years, and has always been regarded as the leader of the righteous path, enjoying an unparalleled status. However, as the ancients said, 'If you don't advance, you will retreat.' It is for this reason that our ancestors, through generations, have passed down this grand ceremony of the Outer Sect Competition, to serve as a constant warning to future generations of disciples, and also to inspire and cultivate the younger generation."

Having said this, the Tenth Elder paused for a moment and glanced at the many young disciples below the stage who were full of vigor and expectation.

"All matters related to this competition are now under my full responsibility. I sincerely hope that everyone can fully demonstrate their greatest strength in this fierce competition and strive for top results! Only in this way can we live up to the high expectations of our master and prove our own worth!"

As soon as the Tenth Elder finished speaking, although his voice was not loud, it seemed to have some kind of magical power, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every disciple present.

Immediately after the Tenth Elder finished speaking, the previously silent square suddenly became bustling with activity. Especially the new disciples, participating in their first competition, could not contain their excitement and curiosity, whispering to each other and discussing various details of the competition. For a moment, the entire scene was like a boiling pot, with an extraordinary noise.

"Is this the tenth elder of the sect? He is indeed so imposing and powerful! I really don't know when I will be able to possess such omnipotent abilities and reach such an unfathomable realm?" A young disciple looked at the old man who had just landed in the center of the square, his eyes full of longing and awe.

Upon hearing this, another disciple nearby nodded and agreed, "Yes, it is said that each of our sect's ten elders is a person with extremely profound cultivation in the Golden Core Realm. Only then can they receive such an honor and take on such an important responsibility!"

"I will definitely be among the best this time and make a big splash!" A disciple expressed what everyone was thinking.

At this point, someone else interrupted, "Think about it, since the first Outer Sect Competition, we've already reached 235, and it's only held every ten years. Calculating this way, doesn't that mean our Qingyun Sect's Outer Sect Competition has a history of at least 2,300 years? The sect's history is only less than 3,000 years, and the Outer Sect Competition has been around for almost as long. With such a long legacy, it truly lives up to its title of dominating the entire Qingjiang County!"

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As the disciples were discussing the matter, the Tenth Elder, who had just landed, suddenly appeared on the platform like a ghost, and sat steadily on it. Then, a deacon stepped out and walked straight to the front of the platform. This deacon was none other than Wu Ming's familiar Grandpa Wang—Deacon Wang Cheng.

Deacon Wang Cheng cleared his throat and shouted, "Alright, disciples, please remain silent for a moment. Now I will explain the specific rules and related matters of this outer sect competition in detail."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, and the scene instantly became utterly silent. This was because they knew very well that these rules would have a crucial impact on their performance in the competition and even their final result.