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"Brother Wang, what did you encounter in the tenth level, and how did you pass it?" When Xu Yi saw this, he quickly chased after him. When they reached a place where there were fewer people, he opened his mouth and asked.
Wang Changsheng had already expected that Xu Yi would ask this question, so he told him the excuse he had prepared long ago. Of course, he said that the seal talisman treasure used to destroy the Foundation Establishment puppet was a Scarlet Flame Pearl. He didn't want others to know that he possessed a talisman treasure. The Scarlet Flame Pearl was a one-time use item. Although it was a bit expensive, with his identity as a talisman master, possessing a Scarlet Flame Pearl wouldn't arouse suspicion.
After listening to Wang Changsheng's explanation, Xu Yi's eyes revealed a trace of envy. He clicked his tongue in wonder and said, "Brother Wang is worthy of being fifth place in the talisman crafting competition. You even have a great killing weapon like the Scarlet Flame Pearl."
"If I didn't have this Scarlet Flame Pearl, I wouldn't have been able to deal with this humanoid puppet. But then again, if Senior Brother Xu had a Scarlet Flame Pearl, you would also have been able to pass the tenth level." Wang Changsheng bitterly smiled and changed his tone.
"Unfortunately, there are no ifs. Now that I've come out, it's useless to say anything. I just don't know if I can enter the top 300." Xu Yi shook his head and said indifferently. His face revealed a worried expression.
"Senior Brother Xu persisted in the tenth level for so long, you'll definitely be able to enter the top 300." When Wang Changsheng saw this, he comforted him.
When Xu Yi heard this, his expression eased up a lot. He chatted with Wang Changsheng for a while before leaving. He returned to the vicinity of the black stone tablet outside the Demon Subduing Pagoda and stared fixedly at the names on it.
At this time, Wang Changsheng's name appeared at the top of the stone tablet. It was extremely eye-catching. On the other hand, Xu Yi's name was at the bottom of the stone tablet. It seemed to be in the bottom 20 or so.
"Yi, who is this Wang Changsheng?! When I came here yesterday, Zhou Lei was still in first place. How come he's been pushed down to fifth after a single night? "
"Hehe, you still don't know, right? The first place has already been taken by this Senior Brother Wang. He is a ferocious person who passed through the tenth level, and even persisted on the eleventh level for a quarter of an hour. "
"What? Persisting on the eleventh level for seven minutes, tsk tsk, this Senior Brother Wang might be able to enter the top ten in this competition. "
The group of disciples looked at the name on the black stone tablet and discussed animatedly.
Hearing these discussions, Xu Yi had mixed feelings. His family background was better than Wang Changsheng's, and he also entered the great circle of the Aura Refining realm earlier than Wang Changsheng. Originally, he thought that even if he wasn't good enough, he should still be ranked ahead of Wang Changsheng. Who would've thought that this Brother Wang, who he took care of after entering the sect, would leave him far behind? If nothing unexpected happened, this Brother Wang would definitely be able to obtain a Foundation-Building Pill, and perhaps even become a Foundation Building cultivator. As for him, he probably wouldn't even be able to obtain a Foundation-Building Pill, let alone reach the Foundation Building realm.
Wang Changsheng naturally didn't know what Xu Yi was thinking. After Xu Yi left, he stayed in the rented stone room to rest.
In the next few days, Wang Changsheng stayed in the stone room to meditate and rest. During this time, the aftereffects of the Spirit-Restoring Pill also flared up. Fortunately, he didn't take too many Spirit-Restoring Pills this time. After a few days of rest and taking a few more pills, his situation was much better.
On this day, in the stone room, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and rested.
Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and a burst of commotion also entered Wang Changsheng's ears.
Wang Changsheng opened his eyes, frowned, and got up to walk out.
"Huh, is the competition over?" Walking out of the stone room, Wang Changsheng was surprised to find that the ten towering Demon Subduing Towers had disappeared. A large number of Taiqing Palace disciples had gathered together, looking at the sky and pointing at it.
At this moment, "dang, dang, dang, dang," three melodious sounds of a bell spread throughout the plains.
After receiving Wang Changsheng's promise, Xu Yi's face lit up. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a dignified voice. "Martial Nephews, we've arrived. Quickly get off the boat."
At this moment, the silver flying boat appeared above a bluestone platform. In front of the platform was the Ancestral Hall.
"Stand properly, stand properly, quickly stand properly. Thirty people to a team, divided into ten teams." As soon as Wang Changsheng and the other disciples got off the flying boat, the Foundation Establishment Martial Uncle loudly ordered.
Under the arrangement of a dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators, the three hundred disciples were divided into ten teams, standing neatly on the bluestone platform.
Not long after, Mo Wentian once again appeared in front of everyone. After his dignified gaze swept over everyone, he nodded and said, "First, I want to congratulate you. The fact that you can stand here has undoubtedly proven your strength. According to the ancestral teachings, in addition to each person receiving a Foundation Establishment Pill, the sect's Foundation Establishment Spirit Pool will also be open to you for free. You may use the Foundation Establishment Pill in the Foundation Establishment Spirit Pool to break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage. The time limit is one year."
"Alright, I'll hand out the rewards for the Large Competition to you all first." After he finished speaking, Mo Wen Tian clapped his hands. Immediately, several groups of maids dressed in green walked out from behind the disciples. Each of them held a silver disc in their hands. On each silver disc, there were ten exquisite Storage Bags.
The thirty green-clothed maids distributed the three hundred storage pouches to the disciples.
As soon as the storage pouches were in their hands, everyone impatiently opened the pouches to check the contents.
Wang Changsheng opened the storage pouch and swept the contents with his spiritual sense. There weren't many things in the storage pouch. There was a black wooden box, a red short sword, five mid-tier spirit stones, and a silver token.
"Each person will receive a Foundation Establishment Pill. The Foundation Establishment Pill is stored in the wooden box. As for the silver token, it is the token for entering and exiting the Spirit Pool Mountain. It will be taken back after the competition. In addition, there are five mid-tier spirit stones and a high-tier magic tool. Check and see if there are any problems," Mo Wentian continued.
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng hurriedly took out the black wooden box. When he opened the wooden box, there was an oval blue pill that emitted a strong medicinal fragrance.
Wang Changsheng extended two fingers and carefully examined the pill. After confirming that the pill was exactly the same as the Foundation Establishment Pill recorded in the ancient records, his face revealed an expression of ecstasy. He put the pill back into the wooden box, then put the wooden box and the other items into the storage pouch.
After the others examined the pill in the wooden box, their faces also revealed expressions of joy.
"If there are no problems, you can all leave! Oh right, Wang Changsheng, Wan Ming, Xie Mengrong, Li Huan, Song Ziyan, Zhao Qing 'er, Nangong Yi, Zhang Shuangshuang, Zhou Tianhe, and Liu Ruoxi, these ten people will stay. They are the top ten in this competition and will receive additional rewards, "Mo Wentian said in a deep voice.
"Additional rewards? Could it be to become a disciple? " When Wang Changsheng heard this, he recalled what Xu Yi had told him before. His heart began to beat rapidly. If he could become a disciple of a Core Formation stage cultivator, it would greatly benefit his future cultivation.
"Brother Wang, I'll be leaving first." At this moment, Xu Yi's voice sounded in Wang Changsheng's mind.
Wang Changsheng turned his head to look. Xu Yi smiled at him, then left on his flying tool.
Not long after, apart from Wang Changsheng and the other ten Qi Condensation stage disciples, the other Qi Condensation stage disciples all left the bluestone platform and returned to their respective homes.
"All of you, follow me." After Mo Wentian said this, he turned around and walked towards the Ancestral Hall.
Wang Changsheng and the others didn't dare to delay and quickly followed.
Inside the Ancestral Hall, seven or eight differently dressed cultivators sat on red sandalwood chairs on both sides. These people didn't have the slightest trace of magic power fluctuations on their bodies. They were all over thirty years old and there were both men and women.
"Senior Martial Brother Sect Master, are these the top ten in this competition?" A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a red palm-leaf fan at his waist glanced at Wang Changsheng and the others, then asked Mo Wentian.
"En." Mo Wentian nodded his head, then turned to Wang Changsheng and the others and said, "Why haven't you paid your respects to your Martial Granduncles?"
"Disciple pays his respects to Martial Granduncles." Wang Changsheng and the others hurriedly said, their expressions extremely respectful.
Wang Changsheng felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest. This was the first time he had seen so many Core Formation stage cultivators, so he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
"Who is Wang Changsheng? Step forward and let me see." A middle-aged Daoist priest wearing a green Daoist robe stood up from his chair. His gaze swept over Wang Changsheng and the others as he asked.
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng's heart beat even faster. He hastily stepped forward and cupped his hands, saying, "Disciple Wang Changsheng pays his respects to Martial Granduncles."
The middle-aged Daoist priest sized up Wang Changsheng and nodded his head in satisfaction. After a moment of silence, he said with a serious expression, "You have obtained first place in this competition and brought glory to our Profound Talisman Sect. I plan to accept you as a disciple in name. If you succeed in reaching Foundation Establishment, I will personally take you to my place and accept you as an official disciple. Are you willing?"
"Disciple Wang Changsheng pays his respects to Master." Wang Changsheng didn't hesitate to kowtow to the middle-aged Daoist priest. To him, even if he was only a disciple in name, it would be extremely beneficial. Furthermore, with two Foundation Establishment Pills, he believed that he would be able to reach Foundation Establishment.
"Very good. From today onwards, you are my, Zhao Qingshan's, disciple. This Flaming Cloud Sword will be my gift to you." Zhao Qingshan nodded with satisfaction and handed Wang Changsheng a red short sword. It looked like it was shining with a red light. It was clearly a top grade magic tool.
Wang Changsheng solemnly received the short sword and kowtowed once to show his respect. Then he stood up and placed the red short sword into his storage pouch.
"Who is second place in the competition, Wan Ming? Step forward." A middle-aged man wearing a white robe with a somewhat gloomy expression stood up and said indifferently.
"Disciple Wan Ming pays his respects to Martial Granduncle." A youth with his left arm hanging in the air and a yellow long sword on his back immediately walked forward.
"It's him." Wang Changsheng recognized this person. This youth was the first disciple to pass the tenth floor. In order to pass, he had lost his left arm. Wang Changsheng had a particularly deep impression of him.
"Are you willing to become my disciple, Li Jingtian? Not as a disciple in name, but as an official disciple." The middle-aged man sized up the youth and said indifferently.
"Disciple Wan Ming pays his respects to Master." Wan Ming immediately knelt down and performed the ceremony.
The middle-aged man nodded his head and bestowed a purple long sword to Wan Ming as a gift.
Wan Ming put away the purple long sword and hesitated for a moment before asking Mo Wentian, "Disciple Wan Ming dares to ask Sect Master, how long have I been on the eleventh floor? How long has Brother Wang been on the eleventh floor?" After saying this, Wan Ming's gaze fell on Wang Changsheng and a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes.
Hearing this, the other disciples also looked at Mo Wentian. Their eyes were filled with anticipation.
To be able to enter the top ten, which one of them wasn't proud and arrogant? They weren't afraid of losing, but they wanted to know how they lost. Only then would they be convinced.
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