Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

The speaker had not yet arrived, but his voice resounded loudly throughout the entire training ground.

Even some martial artists with insufficient internal strength were so shocked by the sound that their eardrums bulged and their heads throbbed.

"Grandmaster, absolutely a grandmaster!"

Jiang Jihai, his face filled with excitement, followed the others and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Soon, a man dressed in a white brocade robe embroidered with golden dragons strode out of the stone steps and appeared before everyone.

This man was about the same age as Yue Qian, of medium build, and had two black mustaches on his lips.

Following him were twenty men and women dressed in dark yellow brocade robes.

Although these twenty people were of different ages, just by looking at their light and nimble steps and their long and deep breaths, one could tell that they were all skilled fighters.

As soon as the group appeared, the martial artists surrounding the training ground immediately moved aside, making way for a wide path.

Standing on the high platform, Yue Qian looked at the middle-aged man leading the way, frowned slightly, and said in a calm tone:

"The conference has not officially started yet, so it's not too late for Li Gongfeng to arrive now."

Li Shilin snorted and led his men across the training ground to the front, where they stood alongside the four major sects.

After standing still, Li Shilin turned his head and scanned the four major sects one by one, finally settling on a kind-looking old monk.

"I never expected that Abbot Huian would personally lead the team to Dafosi Temple. Some time ago, I heard that Abbot Huian had gone into seclusion to seek a breakthrough. Now that I can see the abbot here, his skills must have improved again."

"Amitabha," Hui'an said with a faint smile. "It's just a few insignificant insights. Benefactor Li should also know that at our level, it's extremely difficult to advance our skills any further."

Li Shilin's eyes flickered slightly, and he stopped talking.

Yue Qian continued his speech, which had been interrupted earlier:

"This year's Sword Trial Tournament has undergone some adjustments compared to previous years. Some of you may have already heard about these adjustments before coming, while others may not be aware of them. I will now formally announce the rules and prizes for this year's tournament!"

"The age limit for martial artists to participate in this tournament has been changed from thirty to under thirty-five. However, there is an additional hurdle to overcome before participating in the ranking battles. In other words, there is a certain limit to the number of martial artists who can ultimately participate in the ranking battles."

"After discussions between myself and the other three major factions, the number of participants has been set at one hundred. As for how to compete for these one hundred spots, someone will give you a detailed explanation when the conference officially begins and lead you to the location where you will compete for the spots."

"Once all one hundred participants are confirmed, the final ranking battle will begin. The ranking battle will be conducted in the same way as before, with different battlefields divided according to the participants' level, and the two-on-one duels will be held by drawing lots until the top ten are determined."

"The final prizes for this tournament, in addition to a specific amount of silver, are as follows: the tenth to sixth place winners can each enter the second floor of the Sword Tower to choose a sword of their choice; the fifth to fourth place winners can enter the third floor of the Sword Tower to choose; the third to second place winners can enter the fourth floor; and the first place winners can enter the fifth floor."

"In addition, the martial artist who wins first place will also receive a martial arts manual provided by the Great Qian Imperial Academy! As for what kind of martial art this manual contains, I don't know either. I'll let Elder Li tell you himself."

After speaking, Yue Qian looked at Li Shilin.

Li Shilin took a few steps forward, turned to look at the crowd, and announced loudly: "The martial arts manual provided by the Gongfeng Academy to the martial artist who won first place in the Sword Trial Tournament is the supreme palm technique that has long been lost in the martial arts world—the Heaven-Severing Palm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gasp of surprise erupted throughout the entire training ground.

Li Shilin was very satisfied with the results before him, and said with a smug smile, "Not only that, but the top five martial artists in this Sword Trial Tournament can all enter the Great Qian Academy for further study if they wish, and directly become a member of the Academy! The martial artist who wins first place can even receive personal guidance from the Dean."

These words caused a huge uproar among the martial artists present!

Who is the head of the Imperial Academy? Surely every martial artist in the entire Great Qian Dynasty, or even the entire world, knows this.

—Li Chengyin.

The world's undisputed strongest man!

To gain his appreciation and guidance is a great honor, and one's future in martial arts is immeasurable.

Just as the group of martial artists were distracted and discussing amongst themselves, a loud snort suddenly rang out.

Yue Qian glared at Li Shilin with a livid face, "What was the meaning behind the second half of your words, Li Gongfeng?! This point was never mentioned in the previous discussions by your Gongfeng Academy!"

Li Shilin said calmly, "As the saying goes, people strive for higher positions, and water flows downhill. Everyone knows perfectly well where they can find better resources and development. What I just said was simply to provide these young talents with another way out."

"A person should strive for higher positions, just as water flows downhill!"

Jingwei looked at Li Shilin, her anger turning into a mocking laugh: "Does what you're saying, Elder Li, mean to say that we, the martial arts sects, are burying talent and hindering its development when we teach our disciples?"

Li Shi glanced at Jingwei and replied indifferently, "I had no such intention. These are the words you, Daoist Jingwei, said yourself."

"I think that's exactly what you mean!"

Jingwei persisted relentlessly, glaring angrily.

Yue Qian also glared angrily at Li Shilin.

Standing in front of the disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect, the sect leader Pei Shixian kept his eyes down, seemingly oblivious to the argument between the three.

Standing next to him was Abbot Hui'an, who was in a similar state, with his eyes closed, like an old monk in deep meditation.

The martial artists surrounding the training ground had already sensed something was wrong and stopped talking, all looking ahead.

Li Shilin glanced at Yue Qian and Jingwei, and sneered, "What I just said was perfectly reasonable. Are you two trying to bully me because you think I'm easy to bully?" With that, his aura suddenly spread out.

Under the influence of this extremely powerful aura, all the disciples nearby felt their blood and qi surge, as if a huge boulder weighing hundreds of pounds was pressing down on them, making it extremely difficult for them to even take a single step.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I've been wanting to experience the skills of Master Li for a long time!"

Not to be outdone, Jingwei and Yueqian unleashed their own auras one after the other.

Seeing the situation was turning against them, the group of martial artists who were watching quickly retreated a great distance, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire.

However, the disciples of the four major sects and the Gongfeng Academy, who were under the shadow of the three's imposing aura, were not so lucky.

The pressure emanating from Li Shilin alone was enough to overwhelm them, let alone the presence of two more powerful individuals of the same level.

Many disciples who lacked strength were directly shaken by the three different Grandmaster-level pressures, causing them to spit out blood and faint.

Sensing that the three men's auras were gradually rising during the confrontation, Pei Shixian could no longer remain calm and turned to look at Hui'an.

"Are we just going to let them run wild like this?"

Hui'an slowly opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and emitted a faint golden halo from his body. He then uttered a Buddhist chant:

"-Amitabha-"

Golden light scattered, and the three opposing and entangled Grandmaster-level pressures were instantly swept away.