Chapter 37: Sect Competition (1)

Each arena is equipped with a ban. When one of the two sides encounters a life-threatening attack, the ban will be automatically triggered.

  This ban does not restrict the entry and exit of the cultivators, so if you are knocked down or forced off the arena during the fight, you will be considered a loser regardless of whether you are injured or not.

  After the draw results came out, Xia Jinxi came to the No. 81 arena.

  She was in the fourth batch, and there were three more fights on this arena before she went on stage.

  In the first match, the difference in cultivation between the two sides was quite large. One was at the sixth level of Qi Refining and the other was at the ninth level of Qi Refining. With just one move, the sixth level of Qi Refining was knocked off the arena.

  The second match started soon. In this match, both sides were at the seventh level of Qi Refining. One had three spiritual roots of gold, wood and earth, and the other had two spiritual roots of fire and wood. The difference in strength between the two was not much. The fight was back and forth, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

  In the end, the spiritual power of the cultivator with three spiritual roots was exhausted first, and he was swept off the arena by the sword wind.

  In the third match, one of the two sides was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, with five spiritual roots, and the other was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, with two spiritual roots of water and wood.

  Although the double spiritual root disciples had a slightly higher cultivation level, the skills they practiced did not have much lethality. Instead, they were suppressed by the five spiritual roots with a slightly lower cultivation level. When defending, they were forced off the stage by mistake. The party with the lower cultivation level won this match.

  Finally, it was the fourth match. Xia Jinxi stepped onto the stage. Her opponent, Fei Ling was at the same level as her, Qi Refining Level 8, a young man with a fourth spiritual root.

  At the same level, swordmaster with sword intent had few rival. The black-robed boy held the dagger in both hands and responded to Xia Jinxi's sword moves.

  When the swords collided, a layer of frost instantly covered his arms, and a slight tingling sensation penetrated from his skin.

The opponent was caught off guard by the feeling of cold and dazed, Xia Jinxi will not miss this opportunity, she swung her sword layered by ice sword energy to his neck mercilessly.

Not long after, the ring restriction was triggered, and Fei Ling, whose neck covered in blood, was teleported out.

After Xia Jinxi stepped off the ring, she immediately came to her friend who was watching the fight.

  "Qingluo, how is your situation?"

  "Everything is going well, just waiting for the second round of fights to start."

  The two chatted for a few words, mostly watching the fights, and occasionally learning some fighting skills.

  After about six incense sticks, the first round of fights was over.

  Some of the losers left dejectedly, and some chose to stay and continue watching.

Not long after, the magic weapon for drawing lots, the spiritual stone, lit up again, and Xia Jinxi quickly found her own battle information.

  Number 9,998 vs. Number 6,547, Arena 81, 11th batch.

Shen Qingluo also saw her own draw number at a glance.

  Number 9,999 versus Number 4,781, Ring No. 10, the second batch.

  The second round of the fight, 200 arenas, some with 12 batches, and some with 13 batches.

  Xia Jinxi was drawn to a later match this time, so she followed her friend to Arena 10.

  Not long after, the first fight began.

  Both sides of the fight had five spiritual roots, but their cultivation levels were different, one was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and the other was at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

  After all, there were only a few people with low cultivation levels who could beat high cultivation levels. The two fought back and forth for more than 20 rounds, and the eighth level of Qi Refining was defeated, and the fight ended.

  Soon it was the second round, and Shen Qingluo stepped onto the arena. This time her opponent was called Situ Lan, a girl with wind spiritual roots, and the ninth level of Qi Refining. She had been admitted to the sect last time and had a master. Like Fei Liming, she was an inner disciple.

  When the fight began, Situ Lan took the lead, and a diamond-shaped magic weapon instantly emerged from her sleeves, wrapping around Shen Qingluo's hands like a spirit snake.

  When it was about to get close, a blue long sword appeared out of thin air, and it aimed at the diamond-shaped magic weapon with all its strength, instantly breaking the spiritual light around it.

  Situ Lan's face changed slightly, and she quickly made a spell, and put the diamond-shaped magic weapon back into her sleeve before it was destroyed. Then she slapped her storage bag, and a large stack of first-level attack talismans were instantly activated in her palm.

  The onlookers' eyes twitched, and some couldn't help but complain in a low voice, "Sister Situ is worthy of being a second-generation cultivator. She uses talismans as if she doesn't need spiritual stones."

  Someone immediately took over, "Sister Situ didn't use talismans in the last round of fighting, and easily defeated her opponent who was also at the ninth level of Qi Refining. This time, it should be because Sister Situ realized that Sister Shen was very powerful, so she did this!"

  On the ring, Shen Qingluo quickly activated the Silent Fire Art, and raging fire appeared from all around the ring in an instant, swallowing up all the talismans flying over.

  Rumbling explosions continued to be heard, and the various attacks transformed by the talismans exploded in the sea of fire in advance, posing no threat to Shen Qingluo.

  Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators sighed again.

  "This Senior Sister Shen is indeed someone who can defeat Senior Brother Fei. I just saw clearly that there are many top-grade talismans in those talismans. If it were an ordinary eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator, I'm afraid that he would have triggered the arena's restrictions and been teleported away long ago."

  "Yes, I don't know why, Senior Sister Shen has not yet become a disciple. Under normal circumstances, with such strength, the elders of the sect should have noticed her long ago."

  "It's probably because she has not been in the sect for a long time, less than two years. Didn't the genius with the thunder spirit root also become a disciple? Becoming a disciple is a two-way process. Even if an elder wants to accept a disciple, they must agree to it. The sect rules clearly state it!"

  The cultivators' discussions continued one after another, and the battle on the arena continued.

  Facing the raging fire, Situ Lan used a top-grade defensive spiritual weapon, a small silver shield.

  With her ninth level of Qi Refining, activating this shield required a huge amount of spiritual energy, and she could not sustain it for a moment. However, she had a lot of spiritual energy-replenishing pills, and sensing that her spiritual energy was about to run out, she immediately took them out and poured them all into her mouth like candy beans.  

  The fight was in a stalemate for a while. Shen Qingluo quickly changed her spell. Before the sea of fire subsided, a golden sword with a sharp sword energy condensed from mid-air and slashed down at the small silver shield in the flames.

  With a loud bang, a powerful attack wave spread out. Some monks who were watching the fight subconsciously retreated and stayed away from the No. 10 ring.

  This move was unnecessary. The ring had a ban that not only prevented casualties, but also prevented the aftermath of the fight from spreading outside.

  The monks who were watching the fight knew this very well. However, facing a powerful attack wave at close range, the body's instinct was faster than the mind, and it reacted first.

  On the ring, after the golden sword attack fell, Situ Lan's face suddenly turned pale, and his spiritual power retreated like a tide.

  After holding on for a moment, the defense of the small silver shield was broken with a bang. Situ Lan spit out a mouthful of blood and his face turned extremely pale.

  Because the silver shield resisted most of the damage, the ring ban was not triggered.

  In fact, Situ Lan's cultivation was insufficient, and she could not unleash the full power of the small shield. If a foundation-building cultivator were here, with the help of a top-grade spiritual weapon, she could easily block this attack.

  The opponent did not admit defeat, so the battle had to continue. Shen Qingluo made a gesture with both hands, and the sea of fire that had just disappeared reappeared.

  Situ Lan was injured, and barely used the wind-based skills to move and dodge. She held on for about three breaths, and was teleported out by the ring's prohibition.

  In this battle, Shen Qingluo won again with an overwhelming advantage.

  After walking off the ring, Situ Lan, who was not far away, staggered to her feet with the help of two fellow disciples and came to Shen Qingluo.

  Seeing this, Yao Molian immediately walked to her friend's side. She thought that if this senior sister Situ made a provocative remark, she would refute it immediately.

  Fortunately, this did not happen. Situ Lan was quite calm, and there was no provocation in her eyes when she looked at Shen Qingluo.

  "Junior Sister Shen is very strong. I am convinced that I lost to you. I just feel a little regretful that I can't go to Yanlan Cave Heaven. It's my bad luck to meet Junior Sister Shen in the second round. Junior Sister Shen must be in the top three of the competition, so that when I go back, I won't be scolded by the master."

  Shen Qingluo did not give any guarantee, but only said: "I will do my best."

  Thinking that the injury on the person in front of her was caused by her after all, she hesitated for a moment and took out a blood coagulation pill and handed it over. When

  Situ Lan saw the pill, her eyes lit up, "It's actually a top-grade pill. Thank you, Junior Sister Shen!"

  She reached out to take the white pill and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

  The moment the blood coagulation pill entered her stomach, Situ Lan felt a gentle medicinal power rushing into her meridians, quickly repairing the internal injuries caused by the battle.

  The pain in her body gradually disappeared, her face became ruddy again, and her injuries recovered very quickly.

  Top-grade pills are rare. Although Situ Lan was born in a relatively powerful immortal cultivation family and had no shortage of spiritual stones, she really didn't have this kind of top-grade pill.

  Originally, she only admired Shen Qingluo's strength, but now she had some sincere gratitude towards this junior sister.

  In the ring competition, injuries were inevitable. The other party had no obligation to heal her, but now he did so.

  After thinking for a while, Situ Lan waved her sleeves and took out a purple-gold jade card and handed it forward.

  "Junior sister Shen, this is the VIP ID card of Linhe Situ family. As long as you hold this item, you can enjoy a half-price discount when you go to the place where my Situ family's industry is established, whether you buy treasures or rent caves and inns."

  Shen Qingluo did not reach out to take it. Such an ID card is too expensive. No matter how good the blood coagulation pill is, it is only a first-level pill.

  "I gave the blood coagulation pill to you because my injury was caused by me, and there is no other meaning. I am unworthy of this VIP card."

  Seeing that the person in front of him was unwilling to accept it, Situ Lan simply stepped forward and stuffed the jade card directly into Shen Qingluo's hand.

  "Just treat it as making friends. There is no need to worry about gains and losses between friends. I live in Lotus Peak. When Junior Sister Shen is free in the future, you can come to find me. Whether it is fighting or exchanging ideas, you are welcome at any time!"