Dapeng's Time Travel Life

A few days later, at the Qingfeng Sect's martial arts arena, sunlight shone on the smooth bluestone ground, creating dappled patterns. A competition was about to be held here to determine the spots for cultivation at the Spirit Cleansing Spring. Many disciples had gathered early, discussing amongst themselves, their eyes filled with anticipation and tension.

Zhang Peng stood in a corner of the training ground with Lin Wan'er and Su Yao. He took a deep breath to calm his slight nervousness. This competition was not only about his own cultivation, but also about whether he could gain a foothold in this ever-changing world of cultivation.

"Young Master Zhang, there are many experts in this competition, so you must be careful," Su Yao said with concern, her eyes filled with worry.

Zhang Peng nodded slightly, a confident smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry, Miss Su, I will do my best." He looked at the arena in the center of the training ground, secretly pondering his next move.

As a melodious bell rang, the elders of Qingfeng Sect filed in and took their seats on the high platform beside the arena. Elder Xuanfeng stood up, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena, and said in a loud voice, "The purpose of this competition is to select outstanding disciples to enter the Cleansing Spirit Spring for cultivation. I hope all disciples will give their all and demonstrate the spirit of Qingfeng Sect!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. Then, the competition officially began. The disciples paired up and took turns ascending the arena to engage in fierce combat. In an instant, the martial arts arena was filled with spiritual energy, and shouts of battle echoed throughout.

Zhang Peng watched each match quietly, secretly analyzing his opponents' strength and fighting style. He discovered that some disciples excelled at brute force, possessing abundant spiritual power; while others relied on skill to win, their spells being unpredictable and ever-changing.

"Next match, Zhang Peng versus Zhao Yu," the referee announced.

Zhang Peng took a deep breath and steadily walked onto the arena. His opponent, Zhao Yu, was one of the best inner disciples, with a strength at the eighth level of Qi Refining, one level higher than Zhang Peng. Zhao Yu looked at Zhang Peng, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Kid, you think you can compete for a spot in the Cleansing Spirit Spring?"

Zhang Peng ignored his provocation, calmly assumed his stance, and mobilized the five elements of spiritual power within his body. As the five elements of spiritual power circulated, a layer of multicolored light emanated from his body, and his aura suddenly increased.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yu's expression changed slightly, and he became secretly on guard. He dared not be careless, and quickly formed hand seals while chanting, "Wind Blade Technique!" Sharp wind blades, like razor blades, whistled towards Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng remained calm and composed. He gently swung his longsword, channeling his water elemental power to create a water curtain in front of him. The wind blades struck the water curtain, producing a hissing sound, but they could not penetrate it.

"Hmph, you've got some skill." Zhao Yu sneered and cast a spell again. This time, he summoned a giant wind wolf, which howled at the sky and pounced on Zhang Peng.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Peng's eyes as he fused the five elements of spiritual power together and poured it into his longsword. "Five elements united, break!" he roared, unleashing a five-colored sword aura that, like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaved the wind wolf in two.

Zhao Yu stared at Zhang Peng in shock, never expecting Zhang Peng to be so powerful. Unwilling to accept defeat, he launched another attack. However, Zhang Peng had already seized control of the battle, skillfully using the five elements of spiritual power to deflect Zhao Yu's attacks time and again, gradually gaining the upper hand.

"Die!" Zhang Peng seized the opportunity, gathering all his spiritual power into his longsword and thrusting it fiercely at Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the sword energy, his body flying backward and crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.

"Zhang Peng wins!" the referee announced.

A gasp and applause erupted from the audience. No one had expected that this disciple, who had only recently joined the Qingfeng Sect, would defeat one of the inner sect's top students so easily.

Lin Wan'er and Su Yao ran onto the arena with joyful faces to congratulate Zhang Peng. "General, you're amazing!" Lin Wan'er said excitedly.

Zhang Peng smiled and nodded: "This is just the beginning. There are even stronger opponents to come." He looked into the distance, his heart filled with fighting spirit.

In the ensuing competition, Zhang Peng fought his way through the rounds, defeating several powerful disciples in succession with his unique Five Elements spiritual power and superb swordsmanship, successfully advancing to the finals. His outstanding performance also attracted the attention of other sects, and some unscrupulous individuals began to secretly plot how to seize the Five Elements Spiritual Pearl from him.