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

Not all of the nearly three hundred martial artists who competed for the spots reached the summit.

Nearly half of the people, after seeing the other half far ahead of them and rushing to the top of the mountain, unanimously chose to stop.

They were already so far behind in speed that rushing after the others would be pointless. It was better to wait down there, conserve their energy, and then try to snatch the sword tokens from the warriors who had obtained them as they descended the mountain.

Most of them are able to spot loopholes in the rules immediately.

Even if some people are a little slow to notice anything unusual, they can still read between the lines and deduce things from other actions and behaviors.

The martial artists who were able to rush to the top of the mountain first must have been quite strong. In order to ensure that they could seize the sword tokens, the group of martial artists below quickly formed teams, intending to win by numbers and cooperate to grab enough sword tokens.

In order to avoid being caught in the fray and affected by the fight for the sword tokens, the crowd quickly split into two groups and stood on both sides, leaving a large space on the road leading to the martial arts arena.

There were still at least three hours until sunset.

Based on the current situation, this first round of competition for spots is just an appetizer, and there shouldn't be any surprises.

Jiang Yuchuan didn't want to wait here for more than three hours to watch these young people's petty squabbles. So, after telling Qi Changqing and Jiang Jihai, he left the crowd alone.

After leaving the crowd, Jiang Yuchuan wandered around the area and took the opportunity to photograph several poisonous insects hiding in the hearts of the peach blossoms planted on both sides of the road.

After wandering around for a while, Jiang Yuchuan left the Suspended Sword Pavilion and returned to the inn in Forging Star City by the same route.

The second ranking draw will not begin until tomorrow, so he plans to come over early tomorrow morning.

As for Qi Changqing, Jiang Yuchuan has temporarily entrusted him to Jiang Jihai. Jiang Jihai will return Qi Changqing after watching the excitement.

Back at the inn, Jiang Yuchuan took out the insects he had caught from the peach blossoms and examined them closely.

These tiny, red, ant-like poisonous insects, once released by Jiang Yuchuan, began to frantically gnaw at his palm.

And as they gnaw, a clear liquid continuously seeps out from the serrated mandibles of these small venomous insects.

Jiang Yuchuan stared at them for a long time until the little poisonous insects clinging to his palm were exhausted and stopped biting. Only then did he crush them all and flick them away.

After dealing with the poisonous insects, Jiang Yuchuan began to mobilize his spiritual power, absorbing all the remaining transparent venom on his hands into his body.

He was very curious about the effects of the venom expelled by these small poisonous insects.

So, after much thought, Jiang Yuchuan decided to give it a try himself.

Since he began practicing the "Azure Origin Creation Technique," his body's immunity to poison has grown stronger day by day.

In particular, these poisons, which are only effective against ordinary people, have almost no effect on him. Even if they do, the effect is negligible and will soon be neutralized by the spiritual energy within his body.

Therefore, if he doesn't actively ingest a certain amount of venom, he won't be affected at all if he just stands near the peach blossoms and smells them, even if he stands there for ages.

Upon feeling the venom slowly seeping into his body, Jiang Yuchuan immediately focused his mind and began to analyze it, fearing that if he was even a step too slow, the poison would decompose and disappear on its own.

In just a few breaths, Jiang Yuchuan opened his eyes and withdrew from the state of internal vision.

After the analysis, Jiang Yuchuan discovered that the venom of this small poisonous insect was not fatal, but it could have a certain impact on the flow of energy in a martial artist's meridians.

However, if a martial artist absorbs only this one type of poison without realizing it, it's very difficult for them to detect it. This is because this poison requires another type of poison, or rather, another scent, to activate it before it can be fully effective.

According to Jiang Yuchuan's speculation, if this poison is inhaled in excessive amounts, even a grandmaster-level expert would likely be significantly affected.

Jiang Yuchuan couldn't help but think of Ma San Niang, who was impersonating a fox spirit in Chenjia Village, and the man he killed in the shady inn where he stayed overnight on the way to Baiyun Temple.

The methods these two used at the end were remarkably similar to those of the small poisonous insects currently in the Hanging Sword Pavilion.

However, the person controlling these small poisonous insects behind the scenes was far more skillful than the two of them, and they were not discovered even under the noses of a group of grandmasters.

Looking across all the well-known gangs and forces in the Great Qian martial arts world, it's almost impossible to find a single person who possesses such formidable poison skills.

Therefore, Jiang Yuchuan speculated that the person behind these small poisonous insects was most likely from the Thousand Poisons Sect, just like Ma Sanniang, and was a very powerful figure in the sect.

The Thousand Poisons Sect is a sect of the Great Yong Dynasty. And this Sword Trial Tournament is the first time in history that the Great Qian Dynasty's Imperial Academy has proposed to participate in person. Adding to this is the Heavenly One Sect, which has been making frequent moves in the martial arts world recently.

If all these forces were to appear at this sword-testing tournament and mingle with the four major sects, whose true intentions are unclear, then it would be far more than just watching a spectacle.

……

Late at night.

Suspended Sword Pavilion.

While meditating in his room, he suddenly heard a figure flying past the window. He immediately grabbed the wooden sword beside him, got up, and chased after it.

The newcomer was dressed in black and possessed exceptional lightness skills. No matter how Ling Zhan chased after him, he always lagged behind by about three zhang.

The man led Ling Zhan to the deserted back mountain, where he immediately stopped.

Before Ling Zhan could even ask a question, the man turned around, tore off the black cloth covering his face, and revealed his true appearance.

"How could it be you?"

Ling Zhan was stunned for a moment.

He never imagined that the person who led him here would be Hua Chengtian.

Hua Chengtian glanced at the wooden sword Ling Zhan was pointing at him and smiled: "What? After a year apart, you're ready to fight me?"

Ling Zhan shook his head, sheathed his wooden sword, and said in a deep voice, "With your current status, you shouldn't be here."

Hua Chengtian smiled again, "If I don't come to see you today, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance again."

"What do you mean by this?"

Ling Zhan gazed intently over there.

Hua Chengtian didn't answer, but smiled and pointed to a stone pavilion not far away. "Go sit down, I have something to tell you." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the stone pavilion.

Ling Zhan pondered as he followed Hua Chengtian's footsteps.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose.

The clouds dispersed with the wind, and the bright full moon finally revealed its face.

"Lingzhan, do you still remember things from when you were little?"

Hua Cheng walked along the horizon, asking questions as he went, without turning back.

"When I was little..."

Two frail, thin beggar figures appeared in Ling Zhan's mind like moonlight.

"Naturally remember."