Three days later.
In front of the desk, Wang Lu was still writing. Although he had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights, he looked energetic, without the slightest sign of fatigue. His right wrist even became more firm and powerful!
Wang Lu's calligraphy copying performance had lasted for three days. From scratch, he had copied hundreds of thousands of characters at an amazing speed. The manuscript paper was stacked like a mountain, and it was still increasing at an amazing speed. The momentum seemed endless.
In these three days, most of the audience had given up watching.
With Wang Lu's attitude of stalling for time, people soon realized that there would probably be no more serious program later on, so there was no need to waste time here.
At the same time, the Wanxian League operated efficiently and quickly organized the contestants to return to the training ground for the assault training.
The news from Wang Wu was that Wang Lu planned to delay the opening ceremony for at least a year or two, so that the contestants could make their last stand. Although it was hard to imagine how he could accomplish this feat, at present, they could only work according to this plan.
Previously, after two months of assault training, many people had broken through the bottleneck and their strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. If they could consolidate the results for another one or two years, then after the start of the competition, they might be able to complete the miracle of defeating Dixian.
Of course, this was also a must-win situation. Wang Lu had tried his best to create too many favorable conditions for the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals — organizing the Grand Competition to decide the winner and loser. The competition was also divided into two kinds: civil and military. Then, he had won a lot of training time for the participants … If the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals could not win this competition, it would be too sorry for Wang Lu's hard work.
On the other hand, those who entered the City of Immortals with expectations also took this opportunity to get to know the city better.
The battlefield of the City of Immortals was hundreds of miles in radius, and there were many folded spaces inside, so the real space was difficult to estimate. Such a huge city was divided into five areas and hundreds of communities. At present, Area A was open to everyone, which was the general residential area. This area could accommodate up to ten million people and provide them with basic living necessities. Most people in the mortal world would settle down here and then try to find their own immortal fate.
There were countless cultivators gathered in the City of Immortals, so the so-called immortal fate was naturally not small. Every day, many mortals were chosen by cultivators and crossed the barrier between immortal and mortal. There were also many disciples of small sects or rogue cultivators who encountered the favor of the elders of high-rank sects and had a meteoric rise …
In short, everyone had their own brilliance.
Only the people who had been sitting on the rostrum for the past three days were torturous. According to the rules, the members on the rostrum were not allowed to leave their seats during the opening ceremony. Once they went on stage, they had to wait for the show to end.
The design of this rule was originally to restrict the higher-ups of both sides from appearing at the same time, so that the other side would not be on tenterhooks. When the Dixian saw this, they all agreed, but who would have thought that it would become a forbidden spell that restricted their movements? As long as they still recognized the validity of the rules of the Grand Competition, no matter how dissatisfied they were, they could only stay on the field to enjoy the show. Thus, when the Organizing Committee of the Wanxian League Grand Competition fully operated the training, more than eighty percent of the Dixian in the Tombs of Immortals could only sit on the rostrum outside the arena and watch Wang Lu copy the novel for three days!
This kind of psychological torture was self-evident. Therefore, after three days, there was a Dixian who could not hold back, stood up and roared angrily.
"What the hell, how long does he want to write? It's been three days already! Originally, the whole opening ceremony was expected to be less than a day, right? Even if he wants to delay the time, he has delayed it long enough! "
In this regard, the cultivators of the Wanxian League just looked at him and turned a deaf ear.
Xuan Mo sighed and reached out to pull him so that he would stop talking.
Three days? Perhaps the other side wanted to delay it for three months or even three years. At the last pre-competition meeting, the strength that Wang Lu showed was simply astonishing … The cultivators of the Wanxian League had really made great progress during this period. However, if they wanted to overwhelm the Dixian in the arena, they had to do at least a few more years of targeted training. After all, Wang Lu's strength was only a special case.
Xuan Mo had previously made an assessment with his companions who were good at deduction. The conclusion was that unless the Wanxian League was given more than a year, the overall advantage of the Dixian should be unshakable. However, now it seemed that the Wanxian League was also aware of this, so they had this shameless delaying tactic. As for the delay, of course, the longer the better.
"Let's wait for two more days. If it's still like this, I will take measures."
Since Xuan Mo had said so, even if other people still had objections, they had to keep it for the time being. However, people were also suspicious. With Xuan Mo's easy-going personality, if the situation did not change after two days, what could she do?
Thus, two days passed in a flash.
Unsurprisingly, the situation did not change at all.
Wang Lu was still writing in front of the table. One after another, freshly written manuscripts were carried by the sword wind he flicked out, slowly and smoothly flying off the table … The thin paper covered the soft lawn, gently swaying with the breeze, but it did not fly up with the wind. Instead, it was firmly stuck to the ground by an invisible force.
In two days, Wang Lu had copied thousands of pages. In addition to the thousands of pages of manuscripts that he had copied in the past few days, they were all scattered on the ground after he broke them up, forming a vast expanse of black and white words. Those who didn't know this might think that he was showing off his calligraphy, but the cultivators on the rostrum could see that Wang Lu was taking the opportunity to practice his Primal Chaos Heaven Splitting Sword.
The Primal Chaos Heaven Splitting Sword Qi, which was hard and fierce, was now being controlled by him like a gentle wind. It gently lifted the thin paper from the table to the lawn, and then gently pressed them down. His strength was neither too light nor too heavy, just right. If it was a bit weaker, the paper would be blown away by the wind. If it was too heavy, it would crush the tender grass under the paper, staining the manuscript with grass juice. At the same time, he had to forcibly soften this fierce sword qi so that it would not cut the paper.
At the same time, Wang Lu's vigorous writing on the table was also a kind of cultivation. This program was nominally a calligraphy performance, and Wang Lu had indeed come up with a good calligraphy that did not disgrace the reputation of Spirit Sword Sect's top student. Although his writing was fast, every word was written with full concentration, integrating his own understanding of the way of the sword into it.
Purely in terms of calligraphy, Wang Lu had not yet reached the next level. In the eyes of the great calligraphers in the mortal world, he was still very immature. However, coupled with his unique and awe-inspiring sword qi, he impressively stood in a realm that was difficult for any mortal world's great master to reach. This calligraphy performance was indeed well-deserved.
In the next five days, Wang Lu's handwriting became more and more aggressive. The silver hook and iron painting showed their sharpness, like a thin sword densely covered on the paper.
Using calligraphy to nourish the sword intent, and then using thin paper to sharpen the sword qi, Wang Lu seemed to be doing a boring plagiarist, but his sword cultivation was growing day by day.
However, this scene had another meaning in the eyes of the Supremes of the Wanxian League.
Behind He Tu, a red-robed old man sighed and said, "I remember more than five hundred years ago, when I first embarked on the road of Immortal Cultivation, my humble sect's patriarch once said that there are geniuses in the world that we can't reach. At that time, I was proud and arrogant, relying on my Heavenly Spirit Root qualification to be insufferably arrogant. I asked him, 'Is there a spirit root of a higher grade than the Heavenly Spirit Root in the world? Is there a peerless comprehension that I can't even catch up to? My patriarch said that my spirit root and comprehension are the best in the world. Even if there is someone stronger than me, there is a limit to their strength. I then asked him, 'If that's the case, is there anyone I can't reach?' "
At this point, the surrounding Supremes became interested and listened attentively.
The red-robed old man continued, "At that time, my patriarch told me that the scary thing isn't that someone is smarter than you, but that someone smarter than you works harder than you. I'm not convinced. With my passion for Immortal Cultivation, how can there be someone more hardworking than me? "
The Supremes secretly nodded. This red-robed old man had cultivated for more than five hundred years and was a peerless master who was half a step above the peak of the Body Integration realm. His talent and comprehension were extraordinary, and he cultivated very hard. He never married or had children in his life, and he didn't have any special hobbies. He devoted himself to cultivation wholeheartedly. It was really unbelievable that someone could be more hardworking than him.
"My patriarch said that it's impossible for cultivators to have a smooth journey. There will always be some kind of obstacle that will force you to stop cultivating. Cultivators can abstain from eating and sleep, but it's impossible for a person to go into seclusion from birth. They have to gain experience and travel. During this period, their cultivation can only be intermittent. However, he said that there are true geniuses in the world who can turn any situation into training for themselves. They can use any place as their training ground and training room. Now, I think that Wang Lu has the temperament that my patriarch spoke of. Fellow Daoist Feng Yin, your sect has really received a treasure. "
Feng Yin smiled. "Patriarch is really overpraising me. This child, Wang Lu, is far from incessant cultivation. In the past twenty years, he has wasted a lot of time. Although he has earned a lot of fame through a few experiences, it has more or less delayed his cultivation. "
The red-robed patriarch shook his head and said, "The past is the past, and the future is the future. He is now standing on that path, and I have been diligently pursuing that path for five hundred years, but I still can't get it … If I can go back to twenty years ago, I will take this child into my sect no matter what!"
"Haha, Patriarch, if you want to say that, you have to be behind me. A few years ago, I told fellow Daoist Feng Yin that if time can really go back in this world, the first thing I will do is to go back to the time before their Lingjian School's Grand Immortal Gathering. Then, even if I have to cheat and kidnap, I will pull Wang Lu into our sect! "
On the side of the Wanxian League, several Supremes were talking and laughing, surrounding Wang Lu and talking about all kinds of things.
On the other side of the rostrum, the Dixian people were getting more and more restless.
Two days had passed, but no matter how they looked at it, Xuan Mo did not come up with any effective way to stop the opponent from unscrupulously stalling for time.
"Xuan Mo, did you forget what you said two days ago?"
Xuan Mo sighed softly, "Of course I won't forget … Indeed, it's time to take measures."
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