Cultivation Kill

To be honest, Cheng Dazhuang is very strong. After using his secret technique, a normal cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Condensation stage would definitely not be his match.

Unfortunately, I ran into Shen Zige.

Cheng Dazhuang was now bound like a rice dumpling and carried away by his two men.

The two late-stage Spirit Condensation cultivators carried him very easily, so Shen Zige walked quickly without worrying that the two would complain of being tired.

"Yachu-Yajiang, you two put me down and let me rest for a while," Cheng Dazhuang said to his two subordinates.

Shen Zige glanced back and said, "You two duck brothers, take off your socks and gag him."

"Young Master Cheng, I'm sorry, I don't want to be eliminated now." Ya Chu said, taking off his socks that he hadn't changed in a month, stuffing them into Cheng Dazhuang's mouth, and tying them securely with another sock.

Shen Zige admired Cheng Dazhuang for not being teleported away yet; he could be called a ninja.

There are no trees on this small island, so it cannot be used to make rafts. However, cultivators can walk on the water without any problem, but they need spiritual energy. If they travel a long way without finding another island and their spiritual energy is exhausted, they can only swim.

Therefore, very few fools would use spiritual power to walk on water. They would rather waste their energy swimming than not conserve their spiritual power, otherwise they would have no choice but to surrender if they encountered an enemy.

"Do you two know the way?" Shen Zige asked the Ya brothers.

“I know. There’s a huge island in the middle of the Hundred Roads Islands. At our speed, it would take us three hours to swim there,” Ya Chu said. “There are many cultivators on it competing for tickets. Young Master Cheng originally planned to grab a ticket there, but he was driven away by Bing Wuji, the senior brother of the Great Yuan Sect.”

"Bing Wuji?" Shen Zige asked.

"I heard he's a genius in both cultivation and combat, the number one genius in Wu Kingdom, an invincible existence below Foundation Establishment in the Great Yuan Sect, and the senior brother of the Spirit Condensation disciples." Ya Chu said, "When Bing Wuji was born, there were strange phenomena in the sky. He could read at the age of three, condensed his spirit at the age of six, and reached the peak of Spirit Condensation at the age of thirteen. However, he is not in a hurry to break through to Foundation Establishment. He will wait until he is seventeen years old this year to participate in this Ten Thousand Cultivators Ranking Battle before he can break through to Foundation Establishment."

"What's special about this year?" Shen Zige asked.

"I don't know," Ya Chu shook his head.

“You two swim ahead and lead the way to that huge island,” Shen Zige said.

The large number of people on the island indicates an opportunity. Shen Zige guessed that most of the competition tickets had already been taken by a few people, and there must be many resentful people who stayed behind to try to take back their tickets.

The group went out to sea and swam towards the largest island in the central region.

At the same time, on the edge of the largest island in the Hundred Roads Islands, a duel was taking place, with hundreds of Spirit Condensation cultivators cheering and applauding as they watched!

The two duelists abandoned magical attacks and engaged in close combat, with every punch landing hard.

"Go, Senior Brother Bing Wuji, take him down!" many people around shouted.

One of the fighters was none other than the invincible senior brother Bing Wuji!

Bing Wuji's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the water vapor around his fist condensed into ice. When he clashed fists with his opponent, he blasted ice-type spiritual power into his opponent's fingers, slowing down his opponent's movements.

In close combat, the longer the fight goes on, the more advantageous it is for Bing Wuji, because the opponent's body will gradually freeze under the influence of his ice-type spiritual power. Once it reaches a certain point, the opponent will be unable to move and will be at the mercy of the opponent!

"The eldest brother is bound to win."

"This guy is overestimating himself and wants to challenge the senior brother."

"If you don't teleport away now, you won't even have a chance to speak!"

The onlookers began to speak up.

"Here it comes, Ice-Breaking Fist!" exclaimed one of the onlookers.

Bing Wuji used his renowned Ice-Breaking Fist. Once this fist was unleashed, it would detonate all the ice-type spiritual power he had injected into his opponent's body. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators would not be able to withstand it and would be directly defeated!

boom--

Snowflakes burst open, obscuring the two duelists.

The onlookers retreated in unison, dodging the flying snowflakes, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

Once everything had settled down, onlookers saw Bing Wuji lying on the ground with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, being stepped on by the challenger.

“I almost let you win, but luckily I have a secret technique to counterattack,” the man said. “According to the agreement, the loser gives all the competition tickets to the other person. You release your divine sense imprint, and I will take the tickets. Otherwise, I will take your storage ring as well.”

The man withdrew his foot, reached into his storage ring, and quickly pulled out a large stack of competition tickets. He exclaimed in surprise, "There are at least two thousand tickets here. No wonder you are the number one person below the Foundation Establishment stage. You are very wealthy!"

Bing Wuji was hit by his own Ice-Breaking Fist skill. At this moment, his internal organs were severely injured, he coughed up blood, and he was exhausted and powerless.

"A new invincible senior brother has been born!" The spectators cheered.

Only a few die-hard fans of Bing Wuji were crying in the audience; the other disciples were celebrating the man who won the fight!

"Excuse me, senior brother, what is your name? It would be helpful for us to address you."

"Wu Xin".

"Wu Xin?" This was the first time most people had heard this name.

“I know, it’s the candidate who got zero on the peak inspection exam!” A cultivator stepped forward and said, “I heard that when the results were released yesterday, two people got zero. One of them is Wu Xin, and the other is Shi Yuange.”

"Impressive! He got a zero on the test but he's still so good at fighting!"

Everyone watched as the new senior disciple departed.

Within an hour, news of Bing Wuji's defeat spread throughout the entire giant island.

At this moment, Shen Zige was in the sea, lying on his back with his eyes closed, waiting for the Duck Brothers to drag him forward, which was easier.

Bing Wuji sat cross-legged on the beach, his spiritual energy surging. He had just taken the Great Rejuvenation Pill given to him by his master, and his injured body had recovered by about 70-80%. The Great Rejuvenation Pill was indeed incredibly effective.

"Bing Wuji, you've been knocked down?" A young man in a gray robe with a cold expression walked up to Bing Wuji.

"Yuan Yingfeng, is something the matter?" Bing Wuji opened his eyes.

"You've lost all your match tickets?" Yuan Yingfeng said. "We originally wanted you to help us collect the tickets so we could hide in the shadows. But you're so useless. Can you even collect them? If you can't, then I'll have to step in."

“No need, there’s still time. I can still collect enough tickets for the competition. Your identities cannot be exposed,” Bing Wuji said. “This concerns the ten-thousand-year plan to restart.”

“Bing Wuji, it’s a pity you weren’t selected for the Ten Thousand Year Plan. If there were one more spot, you would definitely have made it,” Yuan Yingfeng said. “Just for your loyalty to the sect, you deserve the surname Yuan.”

"Based on the overall strength assessment, I am indeed weaker than you, I don't deny that," Bing Wuji said. "I am just the senior brother on the surface. I know that you are the chosen ones of the Ten Thousand Year Plan and cannot reveal your identities. Your cultivation levels have been sealed and cannot be opened at will. You appear to be just ordinary mid-stage Spirit Condensation cultivators."

Bing Wuji stood up again. He needed to collect the competition tickets as soon as possible, at least to ensure that all the selected candidates for the sect's restart of the millennium plan would be in the top 100.

Shi Yuan lay on a rock by the sea, humming a pop song.

He saw people swimming towards the island against the wind and waves in the distance, getting closer and closer...

"Shen Zige?"

Shi Yuan stood up.

"This kid is still on the outskirts, he probably hasn't collected enough tickets yet. I'll give him some later."

Shi Yuan waved and shouted to the swimmers, and cast a fire spell to attract their attention.