The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

The atmosphere at the sect competition was already heating up. Everyone's attention was fixed on the upcoming physical training finals, anticipating a thrilling contest.

Su Chen stood at the side of the arena, his expression calm and resolute. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing his intense focus on the battle. Having fought through the previous rounds, he knew his opponent was formidable, but he showed no fear. Instead, his fighting spirit was ignited even more fiercely.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his eyes fixed firmly on the Hehuan Sect disciple across from him. The disciple was lean and slender, his muscles flowing like lines. Although he lacked the demeanor of a warrior, he still exuded a powerful sense of oppression. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with confidence and defiance.

"Su Chen from Wuliang Sect, I heard that you have overcome all obstacles along the way, but it is not so easy for you to win in front of me." The disciples of Hehuan Sect sneered, mocking him. Su Chen, a mere medical cultivator, had no shame in losing to their Hehuan Sect!

Su Chen's face was calm, and he responded calmly: "Then let's try it."

"My name is Zhao Yuning. Fellow Daoist Su, I'm sorry for the offense."

"Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Li."

The competition was about to begin, instantly shattering the tranquility of the arena. The Hehuan Sect disciple pounced on Su Chen like a ferocious tiger, each seemingly light step actually causing the ground to tremble slightly. His fists, packed with powerful internal energy, smashed into Su Chen with a whirring sound.

Su Chen's eyes flashed, and he dodged sideways, his movements as nimble as a cheetah. He quickly adjusted his posture and swung a punch back, but it was easily blocked by the Hehuan Sect disciple.

"Hmph, is that all your strength?" The Hehuan Sect disciple snorted disdainfully, but in fact, he almost failed to block it because of Su Chen's swift movement.

Su Chen ignored his ridicule and calmly observed his opponent's movements. He knew that this game could not be rushed and he had to find the right time.

Zhao Yuning attacked again, his fists raining down at an extremely fast speed. Su Chen kept dodging, searching for a flaw. Finally, he found a loophole in the Hehuan Sect disciple's attack.

When the Hehuan Sect disciple swung his fist again, Su Chen slid and cleverly avoided the attack, and quickly punched the opponent in the abdomen. Zhao Yuning frowned slightly in pain, but quickly recovered his fighting spirit.

The two fought back and forth, the battle fierce and intense. Sweat soaked their clothes, but their eyes were full of fighting spirit.

The audience watched the game nervously, cheering one after another.

"Wow, this disciple of the Hehuan Sect is so strong!"

"Can Su Chen do it? I feel so much pressure."

"The Light of Medical Cultivation cannot lose!"

"I'm looking at Xuan."

"Come on, senior brother!" Mo Yunsheng shouted loudly in the audience.

Lin Muci also clenched his fists: "Junior Brother Su, you can't lose!"

Feng Jingchen nodded slightly, his eyes full of trust in Su Chen.

Zhongli Xiu said excitedly: "Su Chen is really amazing!"

Feng Ci looked at the competition field nervously, and silently prayed for Su Chen in his heart.

After dodging a series of attacks from Zhao Yuning, Su Chen finally found his chance. When Zhao Yuning punched him again, Su Chen suddenly turned sideways, then quickly reached out and grabbed Zhao Yuning's wrist. He twisted it hard, and Zhao Yuning's body instantly lost balance.

Su Chen seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, his fist smashing fiercely into Zhao Yuning's abdomen. Zhao Yuning groaned in pain, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he quickly adjusted his posture and attacked Su Chen again.

The two fought back and forth, and the battle was extremely fierce. Su Chen relied on his calm mind and agility to fight Zhao Yuning to a standstill.

However, Zhao Yuning was powerful after all, and he gradually gained the upper hand. His attacks became more and more fierce, and Su Chen gradually began to feel a little tired. But Su Chen did not give up, he still resisted stubbornly.

In the audience, Jiang Qingwu and others were also watching the game nervously.

"Come on, Senior Brother Su Chen!" Mo Yunsheng shouted loudly.

Lin Muci also clenched his fists nervously: "Junior Brother Su, you must hold on!"

Feng Jingchen frowned slightly, his eyes filled with worry.

Feng Ci also looked at the competition field nervously: "I hope Junior Brother Su can create a miracle."

After a fierce collision, Su Chen was knocked back a few steps. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still firm. He knew that he could not give up.

Su Chen took a deep breath and mobilized the spiritual energy within him. He decided to give it his all, unleashing his full might. Like an arrow shot from a bow, he rushed towards the Hehuan Sect disciples, his speed blinding.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuning was not willing to be outdone and went forward to meet him. The two of them once again engaged in a fierce duel.

The game entered a stalemate, and both sides had already consumed a lot of physical strength. But they still did not give up and continued to fight hard.

Su Chen knew he couldn't continue in this stalemate. He decided to take a risky approach. He took a deep breath, mobilized his spiritual power, and suddenly rushed towards Zhao Yuning. His speed was extremely fast, like lightning.

Before Zhao Yuning could react, Su Chen had already arrived in front of him.

Su Chen's palm technique, with powerful force, hit Zhao Yuning's chest hard.

Zhao Yuning was caught off guard by this sudden attack and flew backwards. After regaining his balance, he quickly counterattacked with his master's unique skill, the Nine Revolutions Profound Art. The powerful spiritual power directly brought Su Chen out of the arena...

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but he still stood up tenaciously, ready to continue fighting.

However, the referee announced the result of the game at this time.

"He Huan Sect's Zhao Yuning won the first place in this physical training competition! Wuliang Sect's Su Chen is second!"

The audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

"Su Chen is still honored even though he was defeated!"

“This game is so exciting!”

Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile on his face. He walked off the field and came to Jiang Qingwu and the others.

"Brother, you're already great." Mo Yunsheng comforted him.

Lin Muci also smiled and said, "Su Chen, don't be sad, you have tried your best."

Su Chen shook his head slightly and said, "Thank you everyone."

Li Qinglian casually threw a bottle of pills to him and said calmly, "You're a little worse than I was back then." But she couldn't help but hold his hand to feel his pulse, "Take the medicine quickly to recover, don't let it affect the competition later."

"Thank you, Master. It's my fault that I brought shame upon you." Su Chen said with lowered brows.

Li Qingtong, who was standing by, glanced at Li Qinglian and said, "Ignore your master. He's just like that. You should get some rest."

"That's not necessary. Let's take a rest." Li Qinglian said uncomfortably.

"The next match is Yun Sheng's. Come on, little junior sister." Lin Muci said nervously.

"Watching other people compete is more stressful than playing in person." Senior sister, you are still the same as always, you can't wait to play for others.

With the conclusion of the Physical Cultivation Finals, the tense atmosphere of the Sound Cultivation Finals also began to spread. Everyone was looking forward to this peak showdown and witnessing the wonderful performances of the Sound Cultivation masters.

Jun Yichen and Mo Yunsheng took the stage first. Jun Yichen stood tall and straight, holding a emerald green flute, his eyes revealing a firm conviction. Mo Yunsheng, dressed in a grass-green dress, held a guzheng in both hands, his expression confident and calm.

"Miaoyin Palace, Jun Yichen, please teach me." Jun Yichen nodded slightly, his voice crisp and powerful.

"I am Mo Yunsheng from Wuliang Sect. Please give me some advice, fellow Daoist." Mo Yunsheng responded with a smile, his eyes sparkling.

The competition began. Jun Yichen gently placed the flute to his lips, and a melodious sound instantly rang out. The sound flowed like a clear spring, ethereal and graceful, as if it could penetrate the soul. The notes danced in the air, interweaving into a beautiful painting.

Mo Yunsheng took a deep breath and placed her delicate hand on the guzheng. Instantly, a wave of passionate sound erupted from the guzheng. Her fingering was as swift as lightning, as nimble as a butterfly dancing among flowers. The strings rang out under her plucking, like the roar of a dormant dragon awakened.

Jun Yichen sensed the power of Mo Yunsheng's sonic surge and hurriedly picked up the tempo. The flute's sounds became rapid and intense, like a summer downpour, crackling against lotus leaves. The flute's notes transformed into countless sharp arrows, piercing through the mighty waves of sound, attempting to break through the defenses.

Mo Yunsheng frowned slightly. She knew Jun Yichen was incredibly powerful and couldn't be taken lightly. She increased her spiritual power output once more, and the sound of the guzheng became even more passionate, like a roaring army galloping. The sound of the horses' hooves thundered like thunder, shattering the ethereal flute soundscape.

Jun Yichen's face changed. He hadn't expected Mo Yunsheng to be so powerful. But he didn't give up. He continued to play the flute, trying to find Mo Yunsheng's flaws.

However, Mo Yunsheng didn't give him a chance. Her sound waves surged like a raging sea, one wave higher than the other, counterattacking Jun Yichen's flute music. Under the impact of this powerful sound wave, Jun Yichen's face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

In the end, Jun Yichen was defeated by Mo Yunsheng.

"Mo Yunsheng from Wuliang Sect wins!" The referee announced the result of the match.

The audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

"Mo Yunsheng is so amazing!"

"This duel between sound cultivators is truly spectacular!"

Mo Yunsheng walked off the field and approached Lin Feixue. Lin Feixue looked at her, frowning slightly. "You, girl, you didn't hold back when you competed with Ye Lan last time. Even though you've used up some of your spiritual energy this time against Jun Yichen, you can't let your guard down. Not everyone can take a beating like your senior brother."

Mo Yunsheng lowered his head obediently and said, "Master, I know I was wrong."

Then, a fierce duel ensued between Yin Zhi and a disciple from the Tianji Pavilion who had risen to prominence in music cultivation. Yin Zhi, lithe and graceful, held a five-stringed zither, her eyes revealing confidence and determination. The Tianji Pavilion disciple, meanwhile, held a unique instrument, his expression tinged with nervousness.

The competition began, and Yin Zhi took the lead. Her fingertips gently twisted the magic formula, muttering something to herself. In an instant, a wave of sound, like a spirit snake, shot out from the five-stringed zither in her hands. The sound wave seemed to have substance, rippling through the air and emitting a strange clanging sound as it hurtled towards her opponent.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of Tianji Pavilion hurriedly performed defensive sound techniques. A layer of light blue light curtain appeared in front of them. The sound waves hit the light curtain, causing it to ripple like water waves and emit a "sizzling" sound of resistance.

Yin Zhi's lips curled up slightly, and her hands danced faster, with sound formulas continuously pouring out from her hands. This time, the sound waves were no longer single, but transformed into a flock of flying birds, swooping down at each other with screams, and the piercing sound seemed to rip a person's eardrums.

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Tianji Pavilion disciples. They increased the output of spiritual power, and the light curtain became thicker. The sound waves of the flying bird hit it, and a series of "crackling" sounds like firecrackers broke out, and the light was shining.

Seeing the opponent's tight defense, Yin Zhi suddenly changed her hand gestures and the sound formula changed again. The original sound waves of the flying birds merged together, transforming into a giant phoenix. The phoenix cried out, and the loud sound shook the entire arena slightly.

The phoenix rushed towards the disciples of Tianji Pavilion with destructive force. The moment it touched the light curtain, it erupted with a deafening roar, like a thunderclap. Countless cracks appeared on the light curtain in an instant, and the disciples of Tianji Pavilion were shocked and retreated by the powerful impact force.

In the end, Yin Zhi won.

"Yin Zhi from Miaoyin Temple wins!" The referee announced the result of the match.

The audience cheered.

"Yin Zhi is amazing!"

"The sound cultivators of Miaoyin Palace are indeed worthy of their reputation!"

Afterwards, Jun Yichen competed with the defeated Tianji Pavilion disciple. After his battle with Mo Yunsheng, Jun Yichen became more calm and composed. The Tianji Pavilion disciple held his breath, eager to prove his strength.

The competition began. Jun Yichen gently placed the flute to his lips and blew out a string of melodious notes. The notes were like the first rays of sunlight in the morning, warm and bright.

The disciple of Tianji Pavilion was not to be outdone. The instrument in his hand emitted a low sound, which seemed to come from the depths of the earth, carrying a heavy power.

The two exchanged blows, their sound waves colliding in the air, creating bursts of roaring sounds. With his rich experience and superb skills, Jun Yichen gradually gained the upper hand.

In the end, the disciples of Tianji Pavilion were defeated by Jun Yichen.

"Jun Yichen from Miaoyin Palace wins! The disciple from Tianji Pavilion gets fourth place." The referee announced the results of the competition.

The audience applauded and cheered for their wonderful performance, and the cheers were endless. Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu couldn't help but sigh that the world of immortal cultivation is also crazy about star chasing.

Finally, Yin Zhi and Mo Yunsheng competed for the top spot in the music cultivation competition. This competition attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was looking forward to this peak showdown.

Yin Zhi and Mo Yunsheng stood facing each other, their eyes filled with fighting spirit. Yin Zhi held a five-stringed zither, while Mo Yunsheng held a konghou, both of them emanating powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

The competition began. Yin Zhi gently parted her red lips and plucked the five-stringed zither. The sound of the flute rose slowly, like a cool autumn breeze sweeping across a lake, rippling the water. The sound was clear, cold, and lonely, the notes interweaving in the air like a painting painted with moonlight and frost, revealing a unique resilience in the silence.

Mo Yunsheng took a deep breath and placed her delicate hand on the guzheng. Instantly, a wave of clear, passionate sound erupted from the instrument. Her fingering was as swift as lightning, as nimble as a butterfly dancing among flowers. The strings rang out under her plucking, like the roar of a dormant dragon awakened.

Yin Zhi sensed the power of Mo Yunsheng's sound and hurriedly picked up the tempo. The sound of the flute became rapid and sharp, like an icicle on a winter's day, trying to penetrate the mighty sound waves.

Mo Yunsheng's cultivation was released gradually, first exerting 90% of her power, clashing with Yin Zhi's flute. Their sound waves collided in the air, emitting a deafening roar, like the gods battling in the sky. The exploding thunder made the surrounding air tremble violently, and sparks seemed to fly among the flashes of light.

Yin Zhi resisted stubbornly, but she also felt tremendous pressure.

Seeing this, Mo Yunsheng decided to use all her strength. Her hands were like phantoms, leaving afterimages on the guzheng.

The sound of the guzheng became more passionate, as if thousands of horses were galloping and roaring, and the sound of horse hooves shattered the cold moonlit night painting like thunder.

The sound waves were like surging waves in the sea, one higher than the other, rushing back towards Yin Zhi's flute sound.

Under the impact of this powerful sound wave, Yin Zhi's face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She tried her best to maintain the sound of the flute, but in the end she was no match for Mo Yunsheng.

"Mo Yunsheng from Wuliang Sect wins! He is the champion of music cultivation!" The referee announced the result of the competition.

The audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

"Mo Yunsheng is amazing! He is the undisputed leader in music cultivation!"

“This game is absolutely amazing!”

Mo Yunsheng walked off the field and came to Jiang Qingwu and the others. Everyone congratulated her.

With the end of the Music Repair Finals, everyone's mood still couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Here it comes, the most exciting thing is coming."

"What are you referring to, Daoist friend? I see they're already clearing the props on the field. Isn't it over?"

"Not really." The excited Taoist friend said in a profound manner.

A fellow Daoist who knew about this couldn't contain his excitement and said excitedly, "The sword cultivator showdown is here!"

"Then why are we packing up the props?"

"You're stupid! Sword cultivators have such strong destructive power. If something breaks, they don't need repairs. Even if there are a lot of repairs in the Tianji Pavilion, they can't fix it. It's a waste of time, effort, and money. Who can stand it?"

"That's right..." the Taoist fellow said with sudden enlightenment.

The sword cultivator competition is about to begin amid everyone's anticipation...