A few days later, the grand tournament began in Tonghai Mountain and lasted for more than a month.
But this was only the beginning. This duel would last for at least a year, and it would only be longer, not shorter. Although it was said to be a competition between the three sects, in reality, the participants were far from just the three sects. The first to enter the arena were Loose Cultivators or cultivators from small sects who had come from afar. They had come here for two reasons. Firstly, they wanted to hone themselves, and secondly, they wanted to obtain the benefits promised to them by the three sects.
These days, Chang Zai didn't miss any of the battles of the same generation. He felt that he had gained a lot, especially the endless methods of the various cultivators, which opened his eyes.
In the past, his cultivation was limited to a certain area and he didn't come into contact with many cultivators. He didn't know that there were so many cultivation methods and Daoist techniques in the world.
He felt that he had underestimated these Rogue Cultivators. After all, in order to obtain cultivation materials, they often had to fight with other races and even their own cultivators. Not to mention Daoist techniques and cultivation, just in terms of battle experience, they were very rich.
Because of this, every time he came back from watching, he would discuss with Fang Ziru and the others, imagining how they would respond if they were in the arena and faced such an opponent.
Although Fang Ziru and the others were also Rogue Cultivators, if they didn't use magic treasures, they weren't much weaker than him in terms of fighting ability. They might even be stronger than him in a short period of time. But if the battle dragged on for a long time, at least none of the people he knew could outlast him.
He said this because he was, after all, cultivating the best Daoist techniques. Although he wasn't a true disciple of Qincang School and hadn't made any great contributions to the school, the techniques he practiced were not comparable to those of Rogue Cultivators. It was just that after joining the Yaoyin Clan, he focused more on cultivation, so his fighting ability was naturally weaker.
He guessed that Wei Zihong wanted him to come here to let him know the shortcomings of this place.
"In a month or so, the disciples of the three sects will enter the arena. If we want to compete with them, then we need to show our faces at this time. Is Fellow Daoist Chang interested?"
These past few days, Fang Ziru was also rubbing his palms together, preparing to enter the arena. If he could defeat the disciples of the three sects, then the rewards that should have been given to the disciples of the three sects would belong to him.
Chang Zai thought about it and said, "That's fine too. After watching for so many days, I'd like to try my hand."
Fang Ziru laughed heartily and patted him. He turned around and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to give it a try?"
Of those who came here, not many were willing to return empty-handed. All of them voiced their agreement.
Fang Ziru then wrote down everyone's names, cultivation bases, and approximate origins into a book and handed it over. In less than half a day, the deacons of the three sects had sent over the Dueling Talismans. However, according to the order set by the talismans, they would have to wait for more than ten days before they could fight.
Chang Zai wasn't in a hurry. If he went down later, the opponent he would meet would be of a higher standard.
The next day, everyone came to the viewing platform early as usual.
He had thought that it would be another evenly matched battle, but unexpectedly, the battle this time was unprecedentedly short.
Between the two sides, before one side could make a move, a beam of sword light suddenly rose from the other side. In just a flash, the other side was defeated.
Chang Zai was secretly surprised. Just Now, he couldn't see clearly at all. Looking at it now, he saw that the one in the middle of the arena was a youth dressed in a brocade blue robe, with a beam of light flying around him.
"Could it be … a flying sword?"
When he was at the Yaoyin Clan, the ancient books in the clan had mentioned the Flying Sword Art several times, and he had a deep impression of it. However, those who could master this art needed unique talent, and few people could do it. He didn't expect to see it today.
While he was guessing, the youth didn't leave after winning, but chose to continue fighting with others. However, the second opponent didn't last long either, and was defeated in one move.
After that, the third and fourth opponents went up, but they were all defeated by him as well. As for those who went later, the best they could do was hold on for a few breaths, but this wasn't a good thing, because once the youth's sword started, it was obvious that he couldn't stop. In the end, that person had a small part of his body cut off. Although he could survive with elixirs, if he couldn't be cured, then he couldn't climb any higher.
Fang Ziru's expression was a little stiff, and he said, "How … how should I win?"
In the past, he had only heard of the power of the Flying Sword, but had never seen it for himself. Now he realized that there was almost no way he could deal with it with the means he had mastered. Most importantly, if he went down, he would undoubtedly have to face this person.
The others were the same, looking at his Flying Sword flying around, their faces all turning pale.
One shouldn't expect an upper realm cultivator to watch over a fight between itinerant cultivators, and the person in charge of judging might not be much more brilliant than them. Sometimes, when they saw danger, they wouldn't make a move at all. It was just that there was a restrictive formation here, and if someone was heavily injured, they would be transported out, so their life wouldn't be at stake.
Chang Zai was also thinking of a countermeasure. The Flying Sword flew back and forth like lightning, and one couldn't block it without a good Dharma treasure. Even if one had means, one wouldn't be able to catch up if it flew. Instead, one would be caught by it if one revealed an opening.
He felt that there didn't seem to be any good ideas other than defending.
No!
His thoughts changed. He still had the ability to control spiritual birds and beasts. If he was prepared properly, he might have a chance. Moreover, strictly speaking, this was his power, so there was nothing he couldn't use.
At this moment, someone said, "Could this person be a Shaoqing disciple?"
However, the moment this was said, a tall and skinny cultivator sneered, "Don't think that he's a Shaoqing disciple just because he has a Flying Sword. This person only has some talent in controlling swords, and he's been taught some sword techniques that are circulating outside. If a Shaoqing disciple was here, you wouldn't even be able to see him make a move."
The person who spoke was also speechless. The Shaoqing Sect was a large Xuanmen sect. If its disciples were here, no one in the same generation of the three sects would be a match for them.
At this moment, Chang Zai suddenly turned and walked out.
Fang Ziru asked, "Fellow Daoist, where are you going?"
Without turning back, Chang Zai waved his hand and said, "The Flying Sword isn't easy to deal with. I'll go prepare some means."
He came to the outskirts of Mt. Tonghai and spent a few days to find a few spiritual birds and put away the Beast Subduing Collars that he used in his previous life. Only then did he have some confidence in his heart, so he turned back.
At this moment, a golden light flashed, and Ao Tong was now on his shoulder. He said in disdain, "Why do you have to use these useless things? If I show up, that kid's Flying Sword won't be able to hurt you."
Chang Zai smiled and said, "Brother Ao's powers are too high. If I ask you to come out, it'll be an unfair victory." He was a little curious. "From Brother Ao's tone, you seem to have seen people who are good at using Flying Swords in the past?"
Ao Tong laughed. "Of course. If we're talking about Flying Swords, Old Master's method in the past is called …" He seemed to have thought of something halfway and coughed. "You won't understand even if I tell you. I'm going to take a nap. Don't disturb me." With that said, he disappeared just as he came.
Chang Zai saw that he was halfway through his sentence and pursed his lips. He went straight back to his residence, waiting to fight with the Flying Sword youth.
However, he had thought that the youth would be invincible before the official battle. He did not expect that the youth would be defeated by a delicate-looking woman before they even fought.
What everyone didn't expect was that the delicate woman just took out a magic talisman and with a flash of white light, the flying sword disappeared. Without the flying sword, the youth's strength was reduced by more than half, and he was defeated in just a few rounds.
Fang Ziru and the others were all dumbfounded. They did not expect that the seemingly strong opponent would be defeated so easily.
Chang Zai's eyesight was better, and he could tell that the youth's defeat was actually because he had not refined the Sword Pill to the point where it was compatible with his heart, so it was easily sealed. This was also because he did not have a proper cultivation method. If it was a Shaoqing disciple, he would not have such a flaw.
He looked at the woman and thought, "Looking at that style, it's the style of the Guangyuan Sect. This person is not simple." He sighed in his heart. "There are so many outstanding people in the same generation."
Ten-odd days later, it was their turn to fight.
Fang Ziru was the first to fight. Fortunately, the opponent he met was only average. After fighting for half a day, he figured out the opponent's style and found a flaw, easily winning.
Next, a few others who were in the same group went up. There were also wins and losses.
Not long after, it was Chang Zai's turn. He leaped and arrived at the battlefield. Looking forward, he found that his opponent was a young man with outstanding spirit. That person cupped his hands at him and said, "I'm Jiang Yun from Linqing Monastery. How should I address you, Daoist brother? Judging from your spirit, you should be a disciple of a sect, right? "
Chang Zai hesitated for a moment. He did not know which sect he belonged to, but Jiang Yun thought that it was not convenient for him to say it. This was very normal. Some people simply did not want to reveal their identity, while some had enemies and were afraid of encountering trouble. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Daoist brother. Outsiders will not know what we are talking about."
Chang Zai had watched the battles for so many days, so he obviously knew about this. He thought for a moment and said, "I'm Chang Zai, I'm from the Yaoyin Clan."
"A disciple of the Yaoyin Clan?"
Jiang Yun's expression froze. The Yaoyin Clan was a large orthodox sect, a lower sect of Qincang School. Not to mention that the founder was an ascended Zhenren, there was also a Shangzhen in the clan now. Although he, as a junior disciple, did not know that Wei Zihong was a disciple of the Taishan Sect, just the name of Mortal Metamorphosis was enough to make him feel reverence.
Of course, this was also because Chang Zai was not of a different race. If it was a demon cultivator of the Yaoyin Sect here, he would at most give a few indifferent greetings.
He cupped his hands and said, "Daoist brother, please."
Chang Zai also returned the greeting and said, "Please."
Jiang Yun thought that Chang Zai's strength was above his, so he did not stand on ceremony and made the first move. Chang Zai also summoned his profound light to meet him, and the two of them immediately stood together.
Linqing Monastery also came from the Nine Continents. It could not be compared to the large sects, but among the small sects, it was also quite famous. It was just that due to the limitations of the foundation, the skills that Jiang Yun practiced were far inferior to Chang Zai's.
The two of them fought back and forth at first, but gradually it became difficult to continue. After a few hours, he said that he had lost. But this person was very open-minded, not only was he not dejected, he even invited him to drink with him later.
Chang Zai also agreed readily.
In the next month, Chang Zai almost had to compete with people almost every day, and felt that he had improved a lot. Because he defeated his opponent every time, he looked like he had gained a sharp aura.
But after a few days, when he went to the arena again, he was surprised to find that the opponent he met this time was the weak girl who defeated the youth riding the sword!
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