Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 132 Competition

The entrance competition has not yet begun. Zi Yang Sword Sect will first test the qualifications and cultivation of those who want to join the Zi Yang Sword Sect.

First, most of the unqualified people were screened out, and then the remaining people were given competition cards. The cards would have the identity of the contestants written on them. There were three entrance competitions, with two wins out of three. Winning two of them would allow one to enter the Ziyang Sword Sect and become an outer disciple.

Of course, if the Sword Sect's Peak Master takes a liking to some promising young people, he will make an exception and allow them to join the peak as his personal disciples.

This is the matter, it depends especially on luck... and strength.

This strength is nothing more than power, money and authority.

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm not the peak master's daughter. If I were, I would have joined Wuhe Peak long ago. Did you know that Wuhe Peak is the place with the most ancient sword techniques? Back then, the disciples of the Wuhe Sect prayed for rain in my hometown. Their demeanor was simply too elegant and graceful!"

The lovely girl looked longingly. Her name was Shi Jingbai. It was said that she came from Nanzhou. She came to Ziyang Sword Sect all the way because of the rain-praying sword of the disciples of Wuhe Peak.

Lin Qingyue and Wen Lingyun entered the Ziyang Sword Sect and rented a small courtyard with spirit stones. While packing up, they happened to run into Shi Jingbai who was strolling back.

"Actually, I didn't really want to practice swordsmanship, but that scene was engraved in my heart. So I wanted to come to Ziyang Sword Sect to give it a try. I also want to swing the sword in my heart."

Lin Qingyue: "Since you know that disciple from Wuhe Peak, why don't you go find him?"

Shi Jingbai suddenly fell silent. Lin Qingyue felt something was wrong and realized belatedly that he had said the wrong thing.

"I'm sorry, I might have said something wrong."

"It's alright." Shi Jingbai shook his head. "He's fallen into reincarnation. After praying for rain for my hometown, he encountered a powerful demon cultivator. We only found his bones."

"He didn't recognize me, but I always remembered the Rain-Praying Sword on Lonely Mountain, so I came here."

"I think people like him shouldn't die. It's that devil who should die."

Lin Qingyue didn't say anything, but just sat quietly next to Shi Jingbai.

"Why did you come to Ziyang Sword Sect?"

"I..." Lin Qingyue paused, "To survive."

After thinking for a while, he said, "Actually, that's not the reason. A big incident happened in the place I was at before. That person didn't tell me the answer, but instead asked me to come to the Ziyang Sword Sect. Maybe it's because I'm weak, so weak that I can't even know the truth."

She knew that it was not Wu Kun who caused the tragedy in Qingjing Town, but who could she ask?

The Dust-Breaking System did not want to tell her the truth in the Death Mirror.

This feeling of powerlessness is really infuriating.

Shi Jingbai blinked his eyes and his tone became tearful.

"We will definitely be able to enter the Ziyang Sword Sect!"

Lin Qingyue: "Of course."

The most difficult thing for her was not to join the Zi Yang Sword Sect, but to make Wen Lingyun a Sword Saint.

At this time, Wen Lingyun came back from Yun Shaobo. Lin Qingyue knew that Yun Shaobo should be living in a better place, and maybe he could meet Lu Que and the others.

Wen Lingyun came back excitedly and went straight to Lin Qingyue.

"Sister Qingyue, can you teach me some sword techniques these days? I heard Uncle Yun said he wants to compete with me first, and I'm afraid I can't beat him."

"I heard that during the entrance competition, the higher the level of cultivation, the more suppressed one will be. Sister Qingyue, you should stop practicing for the next few days."

Lin Qingyue was surprised: "Ah? If I had known, I wouldn't have practiced."

She had already reached the second level of foundation building on the way here.

It's not just because Zhongzhou has more spiritual energy than Xizhou, but also because the Dust-Breaking System urges it from time to time.

"Pochen, did you do this on purpose?"

Dust-Breaking System spread out its hands innocently: "How could that be? Besides, the host has been given special treatment, so he can't even enter the entry competition? No way, no way, no way???"

Lin Qingyue smiled: "Of course not."

Dust-Breaking System: "Don't let Wen Lingyun go in then. You can only stay in Ziyang Sword Sect as a servant."

The Dust-Breaking System pinched its nose and made a strange sound: "That would be really embarrassing~, I wouldn't even dare to admit that you are my host."

[Hahaha, the host slapped Pochen in the face! ]

【Let’s win three games in a row! 】

[When can I choose the sword edge after the entry-level competition? ]

[I hope both the host and Wen Lingyun pass (bow).]

[Eh—are you sending the anchor away?]

[I can't imagine the anchor's life after becoming a swordsman.]

Lin Qingyue ignored the comments in the comment section and just took Wen Lingyun to the open space in the yard. Shi Jingbai also came over curiously.

Lin Qingyue handed the sword to Wen Lingyun, "In the competition, as long as you force the opponent off the stage, you will win. If you are not very good with the sword before that, winning by force is also a way."

Shi Jingbai echoed, "Not only that, the only swords that can be brought in are the wooden swords provided by the Ziyang Sword Sect. This is also to prevent people from bringing spiritual swords into the arena, as the arena cannot suppress spiritual swords."

"I heard from the disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect that someone once violated the rules and used a spirit sword to enter the arena, splitting their opponent in two. In the end, this person's spirit roots were abolished by the Ziyang Sword Sect, their spirit sword was severed, and they were expelled from the sect. They bled to death on the way down the mountain."

Lin Qingyue: "The Ziyang Sword Sect's entrance competition is quite fair."

Shi Jingbai frowned, "If they really are related, why would they need to participate in the entrance examination?"

The sound was very soft, but Lin Qingyue could hear it because his cultivation level was above the Ten Mirror White level.

*

After several days passed, it was finally time for the entry-level competition.

The order and candidates of all the competitions were shuffled. There was a person who had not yet entered the Dao stage and met someone in the Foundation Establishment stage, and that person defeated the person in the Foundation Establishment stage.

The sword cultivator who was maintaining order stopped the Foundation Establishment cultivator who was about to step down and attack the mortal.

"One more step and you will die."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator angrily said, "Your broken rules clearly suppress those of us with higher cultivation levels and favor those mortals! This is not fair at all!"

He had won one match and lost another, and thought he was sure to win against a mortal this time. However, he did not expect this mortal to be so ruthless that he beat him down with a wooden sword.

Unable to contain his anger, he took another step forward.

A white light flashed, and the sword edge was cold and sharp.

The sword cultivator said with a cold face: "I said if you take another step forward, you will die."

"He's not without talent. He'll be able to channel Qi into the Dao in the future. If he dies, I'll definitely kill you first."

The monk broke out in a cold sweat. "What does his death have to do with me? I'm leaving now. How can you be so unreasonable?"

Sword Cultivator: "The exit is over there."

The swordsman turned his head and happened to meet Lin Qingyue's gaze as he was watching the show.

The sign in Lin Qingyue's hand felt slightly warm.

【The anchor is finally coming up!】

[Is this a coincidence? Too bad, anchor!]

[Has anyone else said this swordsman is cool? He's just such a cool guy!]

【I've prepared snacks! 】

The sword cultivator came over, "Lin Qingyue? Get ready to go on stage for the competition."

"Wang Bielin! It's your turn to go on stage."