Mythical Cultivation

Before long, nearly two hundred people had gathered at Arena No. 3, where Huang Hao and Zuo Junyi were competing. They discussed the proceedings and the outcome of the match. Some shook their heads and sighed, deeming Zuo Junyi's performance a failure; others praised Huang Hao's performance, marveling at his immense strength. However, no matter how much speculation and discussion there was, when the referee finally announced the result, everyone fell silent.

Despite many questions, the facts were clear: Huang Hao had defeated Zuo Junyi. And after this battle, Huang Hao, a previously unknown figure, instantly became the center of attention. Everyone remembered his name, secretly wondering: How could such a formidable figure have never been heard of before? However, one thing was certain: with the strength demonstrated in this victory, Huang Hao's place in the top 100 of the competition was a sure thing.

Even the deacons and inner sect brothers on the field looked at Huang Hao a few more times. Their vision was not comparable to that of the disciples off the field. They looked carefully and found that Huang Hao's cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining. There were not many disciples on the field who could be compared with him. He now only needed a Foundation Establishment Pill, and there was a great chance that he would enter the Foundation Establishment realm.

As those curious disciples diligently dug around, various details about Huang Hao were gradually uncovered. Everyone was astonished to discover that this talented young man, Huang Hao, was only a new disciple, having been a student for only ten years! Yet, this seemingly ordinary newcomer had achieved a remarkable level of cultivation in such a short period of time, his strength simply beyond imagination.

Many people couldn't help but secretly speculate that judging from the amazing talent and powerful strength Huang Hao has currently demonstrated, it would be no problem for him to enter the top 100 of this competition.

But in reality, only Huang Hao himself knew that his true goal lay far beyond that. He completely ignored the clamor and discussion from the outside world. After all, how could these spectators, intent on watching the excitement, possibly understand the lofty aspirations within him? The so-called top 100 was nothing but humiliation to him. His true dream was to reach the top spot!

Meanwhile, Mei Lingshuang's ongoing battle on the other side also attracted a large number of spectators. Surprisingly, the reason this battle attracted hundreds of spectators wasn't just because her opponent held a prestigious reputation, but because almost everyone present came for Mei Lingshuang herself.

Compared to those burly men, more people were clearly interested in appreciating a beautiful junior sister like Mei Lingshuang, with her beautiful face and cool, frosty temperament. Her frosty face seemed to possess a unique charm that captivated everyone who saw her, and their mood became exceptionally relaxed and joyful.

As early as the first match, when some fellow disciples happened to catch a glimpse of such a beautiful and elegant young sister among the outer disciples, their attention was instantly captivated. And now, not long after this crucial duel began, Mei Lingshuang quickly gained the upper hand with her superb martial arts and agility, ultimately winning the match without any suspense.

Facing a senior brother at the eighth level of Qi Refining, she easily defeated him. Everyone then realized that this beautiful junior sister's cultivation was so high, perhaps even reaching the ninth level. It should be noted that although there were many disciples at the ninth level of Qi Refining in the field, at least nearly two hundred, these were all disciples who had entered the sect in the previous year and had cultivated for nearly twenty years to reach this level. Mei Lingshuang, on the other hand, had only cultivated for ten years to reach this level.

This also greatly increased her audience, which surged to more than 200 people, and also greatly increased her fame. Everyone knew that there was a beautiful junior sister in the outer sect who had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining after only ten years of joining.

Wu Ming was the only one left to compete, and everyone was eagerly anticipating his start. Fortunately, the wait wasn't long; just after noon, it was Wu Ming's turn.

After Wu Mingang stepped onto the stage, the seconds ticked by, but his opponent still hadn't appeared. The inner sect disciple once again called out his opponent's name, his voice echoing throughout the empty arena. Just as everyone began to whisper, a slightly nervous figure hurriedly leaped onto the stage. Upon closer inspection, Wu Ming was startled—it was a fellow disciple he'd met before! From the same class, this fellow disciple had barely entered the late Qi Refining stage.

Now that he knew his opponent's strength, Wu Ming had a plan in mind. He knew he couldn't give it his all, as he had yesterday, so he only used one level of his power. However, even this was still a heavy burden for an opponent at only the seventh level of Qi Refining. After several rounds, Wu Ming seized the opportunity and skillfully struck a decisive blow, easily winning the match.

Unexpectedly, this quick victory didn't elicit a wave of applause. Instead, it left the many fellow disciples watching somewhat disappointed. It turned out that nearly a hundred of Wu Ming's fellow disciples had already gathered in the arena. They had all been drawn in by Wu Ming's spectacular performance the previous day and were eager to witness a more intense, evenly matched contest.

Who could have imagined that Wu Ming's opponent today would be so weak, so weak that even a discerning eye could see that Wu Ming was clearly holding back during the competition? His fellow disciples, who had originally come to discover Wu Ming's true strength, were now filled with anxiety: Was Wu Ming's victory yesterday simply due to his opponent's weakness? Or did he actually have more powerful, hidden skills he hadn't yet unleashed? For a moment, all sorts of speculations spread among the crowd...

Unexpectedly, his opponent today was even worse than yesterday's opponent. This convinced some that Wu Ming's victory was simply luck, not due to his own strength. After reaching this conclusion, the number of people watching Wu Ming's competition dwindled, with only a few disciples remaining who clung to their own opinions. By this time, several intense matches had concluded, and the contestants had finished their respective bouts and could leave the venue for a short rest.