The old man was dressed in a green Daoist robe. He was Zhen Ling Side Hall's dean, a Core Forging Enlightened Master Xuan Yong.
Daoist Master Xuan Yong had an amiable and approachable demeanor, earning him the respect of the side hall's disciples and Master Immortals. He stood on the stage with two middle-aged cultivators dressed in Daoist robes beside him.
Daoist Master Xuan Yong smiled and said, "The disciples have worked hard in their cultivation, and the Master Immortals have contributed greatly!"
The Master Immortals quickly thanked him.
Daoist Master Xuan Yong pointed at the two people beside him and said, "I believe you know these two, but I'm afraid the disciples below don't know them. Let me introduce them."
He pointed at the tall and skinny cultivator on his left and said, "This is Enlightened Master Xuan Su." He then pointed at the red-faced cultivator on his right and said, "This is Enlightened Master Xuan Ce."
The disciples were shocked. There were actually two Enlightened Masters!
These disciples were the only Core Forging Enlightened Masters in the side hall. Even Dean Xuan Yong rarely saw them. Most of the disciples only saw him once every five years during the competition. This time, there were actually three Enlightened Masters. How could the disciples not be excited? If they performed well in the competition and received the favor of any of the Enlightened Masters, they could immediately become an inner disciple and advance to the Blood Condensation Realm.
Lu Ping looked at the three Enlightened Masters on the stage. Although his heart was filled with admiration, there was still a trace of calmness in his heart. Three Enlightened Masters attending a Blood Refining Realm competition meant that the competition this time was indeed extraordinary!
However, what Lu Ping couldn't understand was why a Core Forging Enlightened Master would pay attention to a competition between Blood Refining Realm cultivators?
After more than two hundred disciples drew lots, they would fight in pairs. The competition would be held on eight small arenas. The first round would determine the top 128 disciples. There would be two rounds a day, and on the first day, the top 64 would be decided.
A small barrier rose around the eight small stages. Lu Ping knew that this was a type of array formation. It could prevent attacks from cultivators below the Blood Condensation Realm from accidentally injuring the people outside the stage.
Each stage would be presided over by a Blood Condensation Realm Master Immortal.
Enlightened Master Xuan Yong didn't waste time and announced the start of the competition. The disciples went to the central stage to draw lots.
Lu Ping didn't expect himself to be lucky enough to draw a bye, but he also didn't expect to draw an Eighth or Ninth Layer Blood Refining Realm senior. After all, more than half of the participants were in the Seventh Layer.
Lu Ping's first opponent was a mid-stage Seventh Layer Blood Refining Realm disciple from Group 12. This disciple looked even younger than Lu Ping. He was about fifteen years old. He was tall and thin, with a chilly face that had a hint of pride.
Li Sheng did have the right to be arrogant. He was only fifteen years old this year, but he had already reached the mid-stage of the Seventh Layer Blood Refining Realm. Not only was he talented in cultivation, but he was also as hardworking as the other disciples. Not only his family, but even Immortal Master Fang also praised him for entering the Blood Condensation Realm.
There were five geniuses among the Grade 2 disciples. They were Group One's Lin Sheng, Group Five's Zhao Lang, Group Seven's Shi Lingling, Group Fourteen's Leng Qian, and Group Eighteen's Qian Fei. These five geniuses were known as the "Five Talents". They were all in the Eighth or Ninth Layer of the Blood Refining Realm because they had all entered the Seventh Layer of the Blood Refining Realm before the age of fourteen.
Li Sheng had always thought of himself as the "Sixth Prodigy", only behind the five of them. He heard that the sect had given him a generous reward for the competition, and his family had even prepared a high-quality low-grade mystic instrument and a large number of talismans for him. He was extremely ambitious, thinking that even if he encountered an Eighth Layer Blood Refining Realm senior disciple, he would still be able to defeat them. Even ordinary Ninth Layer Blood Refining Realm disciples wouldn't be a problem for him.
Therefore, when this ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old Seventh Layer Blood Refining Realm disciple stood in front of him, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for him to advance to the next round.
Lu Ping looked at this teenager and smiled. He took out his high-grade mystic weapon and made the starting stance of the "Blood Condensation Bone Refining Sword". He then said to Li Sheng, "Junior Brother, please!"
Li Sheng saw that Lu Ping was actually using this basic sword technique. It was obvious that he was just an ordinary disciple without any family background. The disdain on his face deepened. Clang! Clang! Li Sheng took out a top-grade mystic weapon and made the starting stance of a technique passed down in his family. He thought to himself, Father said that this "24 Violent Wind Swords" is quite powerful in the Blood Refining Realm. An ordinary disciple without any family background like me probably hasn't even heard of this sword technique before.
Lu Ping really hadn't seen this sword technique before. He looked at this Minor Repairs Warrior who looked like a child showing off his toys and thought it was ridiculous. However, through this unfamiliar sword technique, he could sense the hidden danger within it.
The top-grade mystic weapon in Li Sheng's hand flashed, and a white light flashed. Lu Ping immediately felt a surge of transcendence energy hidden in the white light emitted by the mystic weapon. It was heading straight for his face. Even before the technique ended, his face was already hurting from the slash.
Lu Ping calmly took the attack. He turned around and dodged the white light. The mystic weapon in his hand also slashed at Li Sheng's wrist with a sword Qi.
Li Sheng didn't care at all. Relying on the sharpness of his mystic weapon, he pushed Lu Ping's mystic weapon to the side. He made a hand seal with his left hand and chanted at the same time. A flame rose up. He was waiting for Lu Ping's mystic weapon to be pushed away and revealed an opening so that he could catch him off guard.
Unexpectedly, when the two Dharmic Armaments met, Li Sheng suddenly felt a strong transcendence power being transmitted to his Dharmic Armament. For a moment, he couldn't keep up. Not only did he not manage to parry the opponent's Dharmic Armament, but he was also pushed back two steps by this force before he could resolve it.
The Flame Spell in his hand was hit by this surge of transcendence energy and was easily dodged by Lu Ping. The flames that exploded were completely blown away by Lu Ping's simple Clear Breeze Spell.
The look of contempt on Li Sheng's face faded a lot. This person's transcendence energy was so strong that it was actually not inferior to his. It seemed that he would have to fight him. However, when he thought of the wealth in his storage bag, Li Sheng immediately felt a lot more confident.
Lu Ping looked at the soybean-sized chip on the high-grade mystic weapon in his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly. This mystic weapon had only been in his possession for three months and he had only used it twice. Yet, it was already so heavily damaged.
Li Sheng raised the mystic weapon in his hand and attacked again. He used the "24 Gale Swords", each sword faster and faster than the previous one. At the same time, the spells in his hand were more powerful than the previous one. Occasionally, there were a few talismans mixed in as he attacked Lu Ping.
For a moment, Lu Ping really felt a little flustered. The opponent's sword technique was like a passing gale, it was simply all-pervasive. There were also spells like the Flame Spell, the Ice Seal Spell, the Wind Blade Spell, the Golden Sword Spell, the Giant Wood Spell, and other spells mixed in. When he finally managed to catch a breath with his solid foundation, before he could even counterattack, the opponent would send another talisman at him.
Lu Ping looked at the lower grade and even the middle grade blood refinement talismans flying at him as if they were free. It was as if spirit stones were wasted in front of his eyes. In his heart, he cursed the wastrel.
"Fortunately, this Li Sheng still has some sense and didn't treat the top grade talismans as nothing." Just as Lu Ping was sighing, an ice blade talisman exploded in front of him. The vast spiritual power fluctuations gave Lu Ping a fright. He wanted to slap himself. This was clearly a top grade talisman.
The cold air had already caused the hairs on Lu Ping's body to stand on end before the three crystal clear ice blades hit him.
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