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Pure Yang Peak. It was a beautiful spiritual peak. Strange flowers and plants could be seen everywhere. The small streams and waterfalls were dotted with immortal clouds. It was like a fairyland.
It was dawn, and the first wisp of light was shining through the clouds. A person was sitting under the waterfall. It was Su Chen. He emerged from the pool below.
Su Chen walked out of the pool. His wheat-colored body was tall and slender. His well-proportioned muscles gave people a feeling of explosive power. It was as if each muscle contained a terrifying strength.
When Su Chen walked out of the pool, he heard someone calling out to him.
“Junior Brother Su!” Luo Feng, who was dressed in a clean white robe, held a set of clothes in his hands and walked towards Su Chen, handing the clothes over.
“Thank you, Senior Brother!” Su Chen took the clothes. At this time, the remaining water stains on his body had long been flicked away by the essence Qi in his body, dissipating into the air.
After Su Chen put on the clothes, Luo Feng smiled and said, “It seems that Junior Brother’s cultivation has improved! I recall that in the past, your cultivation seemed to be…”
Eh?
Su Chen’s ears pricked up as he heard this. There was something hidden in Luo Feng’s words. Su Chen immediately became alert and said without batting an eyelid, “In the path of immortal cultivation, opportunities are sometimes very important. I just have a little bit of good luck!”
Seeing Luo Feng’s curiosity about the sudden increase in his cultivation, Su Chen casually gave an answer.
Su Chen could not let anyone know about the secret of the great increase in his cultivation. Once this secret was revealed, it would bring him endless trouble and danger.
Oh?
Luo Feng turned towards Su Chen with a strange look in his eyes. He said with some envy, “Sigh. Even I, your Senior Brother, don’t have your luck!”
“Hehe.” Su Chen laughed.
Then, he asked, “Senior Brother Luo Feng, why aren’t you seeing the other disciples today?”
Su Chen immediately changed the topic and did not want to talk to Luo Feng about cultivation.
Luo Feng said, “The other disciples? They are already preparing for the second round of the competition today.”
“Yes! I wish to cultivate here. I wonder if it’s okay?” After the life and death battle yesterday, Su Chen wanted to explore the situation in his body.
Hearing this, Luo Feng did not show any expression on his face. He only looked around and said, “Of course, but you must not miss today’s competition.”
“In that case, thank you very much, Senior Brother. I will definitely be there on time when the competition begins.” As Su Chen spoke, he walked to a large rock by the pool and sat cross-legged to cultivate.
Seeing this, Luo Feng shook his head, turned around, and walked toward the Pure Yang Hall.
In the secret room of the Pure Yang Hall, where Daoist Qingxu was cultivating, Daoist Qingxu was like a stone statue sitting quietly on a futon. There were no fluctuations coming from his entire body, as if he had really turned into a lifeless stone statue, no one could sense his existence.
Daoist Qingxu seemed to have become one with Heaven and Earth. He was only one step away from breaking through to the Soul Formation realm and enjoying thousands of years of life. This was the realm that immortal cultivators dreamed of reaching.
Unfortunately, although he was close, Daoist Qingxu had been stuck for hundreds of years. The Soul Formation realm was like the stars in the sky. One could only see the brilliant stars, but could not touch them.
“Life-prolonging Grass, 200 years of life. I can’t miss it!” Suddenly, Daoist Qingxu opened his eyes, and a bright light flickered in them.
At this moment, the light sound of footsteps came from afar and stopped at the door.
“Come in!” Daoist Qingxu’s extremely powerful spiritual sense immediately projected the scene outside the door into his mind with just a thought.
The stone door was pushed open and a white-clothed youth walked in. After he closed the stone door, he respectfully walked to the front of Daoist Qingxu.
“Hmm! Did Su Chen send him off?” Daoist Qingxu asked indifferently.
This youth was Luo Feng, who had returned to report. He hurriedly said, “Patriarch, Junior Brother Su Chen is still recuperating in the mountain and preparing for today’s competition.”
Oh? Daoist Qingxu felt a trace of surprise. This kid was a cultivation maniac who would not let go of any time to cultivate.
Not Bad!
Daoist Qingxu nodded to himself.
Then, he said to Luo Feng, “You may leave.”
“Yes!” Luo Feng respectfully stepped back, opened the stone door, and walked out.
The sect master’s cultivation ground was not a place that anyone could enter. Without Daoist Qingxu’s instructions, no one in the Pure Yang sect dared to come here, not even the chief of the seven branches.
“What secret does this kid Su Chen have? Why do the eyes in his body make my heart palpitate when I look at them…” Daoist Qingxu slowly closed his eyes, he seemed to have transformed into a stone statue again, sitting quietly on the futon without moving or breathing.
The morning sun dispelled the darkness, and the sunlight shone on the land.
On the Scorching Sun Peak, a figure stood on the mountain peak, facing the rising morning sun as his abdomen expanded and contracted. Two beams of firelight shot out from his nostrils.
Fire-type spiritual energy existed between Heaven and Earth. When the morning sun rose, the first wisp of true fire spiritual energy would be released, and it would be absorbed into the body of the old Daoist on the mountain peak.
This old Daoist was the chief of the Scorching Sun Peak, Daoist Yang Huo. He cultivated fire-type spells, and at this moment, he was absorbing the morning sun’s True Fire to nourish the fire-type spiritual energy in his body.
The cultivation technique circulated the firelight at the tip of Daoist Yang Huo’s nose, and as soon as it was absorbed into his body, a faint layer of firelight immediately appeared on his body. A terrifying heatwave spread out, causing the space around him to distort.
Where he was standing, not a single blade of grass could be seen within a ten-meter radius. All that was bare were scorched black mountain rocks.
It seemed that he often absorbed the morning sun True Fire here. After he finished his cultivation, Daoist Yang Huo’s figure suddenly disappeared from the peak of the mountain.
It was not just the chief of Scorching Sun Peak. The disciples of the entire Pure Yang sect who cultivated fire-type spells were all standing on the high ground, facing the morning sun, breathing in and out.
They were all doing the same thing, absorbing the light of the rising sun that shone on the earth. The first ray of the morning sun was the purest form of the sun’s True Fire.
Clang!
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Not long after, a melodious bell rang throughout the entire Pure Yang sect, reverberating in the mountains.
After the bell rang, all the disciples who cultivated in the Pure Yang sect walked out and rushed to the Pure Yang Peak.
All the disciples of the nine branches arrived at the square outside the Pure Yang Hall. The chiefs of the seven branches and the sect master of the Pure Yang Sect, Daoist Qingxu, sat on the high platform.
After all the disciples paid their respects, Daoist Zixu stood up from his seat. The second round of the inner sect competition was about to begin!
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