More than a month passed by in a hurry.
Gu Qingfeng refined the purple gold fire every day. Occasionally, he would flirt with the woman inside the multicolored crystal. In his spare time, he would also tease the little turtle.
The purple gold fire absorbed from the cave had been completely refined by him. He was thinking that after his physical body recovered for a while, he would find a suitable opportunity to rebuild his foundation.
He was not in a hurry.
He was not in a hurry at all.
The great freedom of cultivation was to let nature take its course. Not to mention, as he recuperated day by day, his physical body and spirit were gradually recovering.
The only thing that made him unhappy was that Huo De, that old man, had not returned since he left last time. He heard from Féquy that the old man had been persuading some big shots who had interests with Yunxia School, as well as some guest elders and so on. When the time came to compete for the position of Core Disciple, once there was an irreconcilable conflict with Jin De and Shui De, he would try his best to minimize the losses of Yunxia School.
On this day.
Gu Qingfeng sat leisurely on a rocking chair, basking in the sun and drinking a little wine. The little turtle was also lying on the ground lazily with its eyes half-closed, as if it was dozing off.
Gu Qingfeng called out twice. He thought that this little guy had already developed spiritual intelligence. Logically speaking, it should be able to communicate with him. However, when he tried to do business with the little guy, the little turtle always had a lazy expression.
This time was the same. Gu Qingfeng used the Psychic Communication Technique to try to communicate with it. The little guy opened its sleepy eyes and looked at him, then directly put its head into the turtle shell.
It was looking down on him!
Gu Qingfeng could see a kind of disdain in the little turtle's eyes. It was as if in its eyes, a lowly human like Gu Qingfeng was not qualified to communicate with it at all.
Obviously, this was a very proud little turtle. To be precise, it was a little turtle that thought its bloodline was very noble.
"Fine, you're looking down on me." Gu Qingfeng raised his cup and drained the wine in one gulp. He smiled and said, "After I rebuild my foundation, I'll show you what I'm capable of."
Gu Qingfeng poured and drank by himself. Not long after, a round fatty jogged into the Hidden Spirit Garden.
He had shiny hair, a fat head and big ears, a height of 1.5 meters, a small mustache, and small eyes. Other than Féquy, there was no one else.
Gu Qingfeng had been cultivating for five hundred years and had seen all kinds of demons and ghosts, but it was his first time seeing someone as strange as Féquy. He looked like a meatball, but he was wearing a tailor-made, elegant black robe. What was even rarer was that this guy's every movement exuded a refined and courteous quality.
"Young Master, are you resting?"
Gu Qingfeng casually drooped his head and looked at Féquy with a faint smile. He asked, "What is it?"
"Hehe, it's like this. The Inner Sect Tournament will begin in a few days."
"Can't you just arrange it for me …"
"This … Young Master, I'm afraid you'll have to personally sign up for this."
"Why do I have to sign up?" Gu Qingfeng had only worked as a handyman in the Red Clouds Sect for a few years. Later on, he had never entered any sect, so he didn't know much about the rules of the sect. He asked, "Isn't the so-called Inner Sect Competition a test of the disciples' cultivation?"
"That's true, but aren't we going to compete for the position of First Seat of the Twelve Academies? You don't have to sign up for the Inner Sect Tournament, but if you want to compete for the position of First Seat, you have to sign up in advance."
"Is that so …" Gu Qingfeng stood up and stretched. He said, "Okay, let's go."
…
As the day of the Inner Sect Tournament approached, the disciples who had been training outside returned one after another. The disciples who had been in seclusion also came out.
Every year on this day, Yunxia School would be very lively. All kinds of breaking news would be exposed one after another.
Which chief's cultivation had improved again? Which chief's cultivation had improved again? Which chief's immortal art had improved again? The ranking of the chief of the twelve academies might change and so on.
However, the most talked about person this year was not the chief of the twelve academies, but Ouyang Ye.
Because just ten days ago, Ouyang Ye had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and he had succeeded.
If it was just a successful foundation, it wouldn't have caused much discussion. In fact, Ouyang Ye had built a colorful foundation.
Ouyang Ye was a genius. This was a fact recognized by the Red Clouds Sect. At such a young age, he had succeeded in building his foundation at the age of 18. Moreover, his foundation was of a rainbow color. In the Red Clouds Sect, and even in the entire Qingyang Region, there were only a handful of people like him.
If that was the case, Ouyang Ye would not be called a genius.
The little girl's comprehension was very high. The other disciples only cultivated one immortal art, but she cultivated four immortal arts: martial arts, spiritual spells, swordsmanship, and formations.
Moreover, her attainments in each immortal art were not low. She was best at formations.
Ouyang Ye's cultivation might not be very high, but her strength was very strong. With the combination of her four immortal arts, she was ranked 33rd in the last Inner Sect Tournament. This was already very good. One had to know that her cultivation was only at the sixth stage of the Xiantian Realm a year ago, while the disciple who ranked 34th had a cultivation of the second stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
However, Ouyang Ye's reputation as a genius did not stop there. She had only been in the sect for two years. The reason why she was so famous was not because she had a good aptitude, a high spiritual root, or comprehension, but because of the power of her bloodline.
Bloodline.
This was something that could only be encountered by chance. It was given by the ancestors. It could not be obtained by begging or cultivating.
No one knew what kind of bloodline Ouyang Ye had, but many disciples had witnessed how strong her bloodline was a year ago.
Some people said that with the power of her bloodline, Ouyang Ye could easily become the leader of the Twelve Academies. However, she did not do so.
She said that she wanted to fight for the leader position with her own strength.
Now that Ouyang Ye had established a rainbow-colored foundation, even if she did not use the power of her bloodline, with her rainbow-colored foundation and the combination of her four immortal arts, she was definitely qualified to become the leader of the Twelve Academies.
When this news spread, the disciples discussed whether or not she would participate in the competition this year.
The title of leader of the Twelve Academies did not only bring honor, but also status. After becoming the leader, one would have many privileges in Yunxia School. At the same time, the school would provide a lot of cultivation resources. Most importantly, only by becoming the leader of the Twelve Academies would one be qualified to be promoted to His Highness Nine's direct disciple. Once one became His Highness Nine's direct disciple … what awaited them would be glory, wealth, power, and countless cultivation resources.
However, this was not important. What was important was that only His Highness Nine's direct disciple could compete for the position of the Heir Disciple.
This was the future leader of Yunxia School.
Who did not want to?
Everyone wanted to.
However, most of the disciples could only dream about it.
If one wanted to become the leader of the Twelve Academies, they had to have the qualifications to compete and defeat one of the leaders.
The reason why the twelve of them were able to become the first seat was naturally because their cultivation was at the top of the inner sect. It was too difficult to defeat them. Even the weakest first seat, Huang Yao, was at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment. His martial arts skills were extraordinary.
Of course, although the leaders of the Twelve Academies were powerful, it did not mean that no one dared to challenge them.
The disciples who were ranked at the top of the inner disciples wanted to try their luck.
The Inner Disciple Competition was in three days, and registration was required in advance to compete for the position of leader.
Today was the first day of registration.
As expected, four or five disciples had already registered early in the morning. These were the disciples who had ranked in the top ten in the previous year's competition. Their cultivation levels and martial arts skills were not bad.
Many disciples had gathered outside the main hall, wanting to see who would be competing for the position of leader this year.
Just as everyone was discussing, Ouyang Ye appeared, accompanied by her master, Venerable Flying Snow.
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