162: Chapter 121 The Competition Begins

Huike looked at Fa Ming.

"Senior Brother, how long can your Indestructible Vajra Body last?"

Fa Ming thought for a moment.

"At full power, one hour."

Huike nodded.

"That is enough. Within one hour, I will finish off my opponent. Then I will come to help you all."

Fa Ming laughed.

He did not hold the Cultivators of the Southern Region in high regard.

What kind of experts could there be in such a fringe area?

"You are quite confident."

Huike shook his head.

"It is not confidence. I have analyzed it. Of the three people fighting from the Southern Region, Yun Qi is at Foundation Establishment Perfection, Senior Sister Wen Yao is at Foundation Establishment Level 5, and Senior Brother Zhang Qian is at Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Neither Senior Sister Wen Yao nor Senior Brother Zhang Qian are my match. It will not take me an hour to deal with them."

He paused.

"The only troublesome one is Yun Qi. Senior Sister will face Yun Qi, Senior Brother will face Senior Sister Wen Yao or Zhang He, and I will face the remaining one. In a best-of-three, our odds of winning are very high."

Nianzhen looked at him, silent for a long time.

"Huike, you are underestimating the enemy too much."

Huike raised an eyebrow.

"Underestimating the enemy?"

"Yes." Nianzhen nodded. "Yun Qi is not an ordinary Foundation Establishment Perfection Cultivator. He has killed a Golden Core Yao Beast, a Cloud-Swallowing Eagle. A Golden Core Middle Stage Cloud-Swallowing Eagle. Have you seen any Foundation Establishment Cultivator capable of doing that?"

Huike's smile faded.

"That was just his luck, having a Talisman Treasure and reinforcements."

Nianzhen shook her head.

"It was not luck. I saw him practicing his sword at Nanming Port with my own eyes. His sword was forged in blood. It was not something fed to him by his Sect."

Huike was silent for a moment.

Then he smiled.

"Senior Sister, you are right. I underestimated the enemy."

He looked out the window.

"But underestimating the enemy does not mean we will lose. The Buddhist Sect has spent so many years cultivating us; we did not come to the Southern Region to lose face."

Nianzhen said nothing more.

She lowered her head to look at the sword on her lap.

The Zhan Nian Sword shimmered with cold light under the moonlight.

The scriptures on the blade were flowing slowly.

She was thinking about one thing.

If she faced Yun Qi on the day of the tournament, could she win?

She did not know.

But she knew that she had to win.

The Buddhist Sect could not lose.

She could not lose.

The day before the tournament.

The central square of Wanyao Immortal City.

Chen Xuan stood at the edge of the square, watching the high platform being built.

The high platform was built with Tier 3 spiritual materials, Green Jade Stone, three zhang high and ten zhang wide, with Tier 2 Spirit Beast fur spread across the surface.

The area around the high platform was filled with the flags of the Liuyang Sword Sect, the Fusheng Sect, and the Qingcang Sect, flapping in the morning breeze.

The sides of the square were filled with tables and chairs, with spiritual fruits and spiritual tea placed upon them, and the names of the guests were pasted on each chair.

The Elders of The Three Sects, representatives of various Families in the Southern Region, and observers from the Central Plains would all be coming.

This was a major event that had not happened in the Southern Region for a hundred years.

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze and turned to walk back.

Liu Lili was waiting for him at the entrance of the square.

"Junior Brother, are you finished looking?"

"I am finished."

"How is it?"

"The platform is built well." Chen Xuan's tone was very flat. "Looking down from above, it should be quite imposing."

Liu Lili laughed.

"Can't you be serious for once?"

Chen Xuan looked at her.

"I am very serious."

The two walked back to the Inner City side by side.

Senior Sister Wen Yao was practicing her sword in the courtyard, her twin swords turning into two silver Dragons, weaving through the morning light.

Her sword was very fast, so fast that one could only see streaks of silver afterimages.

The Red Lotus Petal Mark on her forehead flashed with a faint red light.

Chen Xuan stood at the courtyard entrance, watching Senior Sister Wen Yao practice her sword.

Senior Sister Wen Yao sheathed her sword and turned to look at him.

"Junior Brother, is something the matter?"

"Senior Sister, for the tournament tomorrow, do not push yourself too hard."

Senior Sister Wen Yao was silent for a moment.

"I know."

She walked over and stood in front of Chen Xuan.

"But I will not admit defeat."

Chen Xuan looked at her, watching for a long time.

"Take care."

Senior Sister Wen Yao nodded.

"You too."

She turned and walked back into the stone house, the door closing behind her.

Chen Xuan stood in the courtyard, looking at the closed door.

Liu Lili walked over and leaned on his shoulder.

"Junior Brother, Senior Sister Wen Yao will be fine."

Chen Xuan nodded.

"I know."

He turned and walked back to his Immortal Cave.

He sat down on the meditation cushion and closed his eyes to introspect.

The five-colored light in his Purple Mansion in his Dantian flowed.

The four images of City Wall Earth slowly rotated, and the four images of Heavenly Fire flickered with light.

His Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivation was already stable.

He took a Medicinal Pill from his Storage Pouch and swallowed it.

The medicinal power dissolved in his belly and flowed to his limbs and bones.

He closed his eyes and sank into cultivation.

Tomorrow was the tournament.

He needed to adjust his state to the best.

It was not nervousness, but preparation.

Everything was ready, only the east wind was missing.

Mao hour.

The central square of Wanyao Immortal City.

The morning light shone from the east, coating the entire square in a layer of gold.

On the high platform, Master Liu Yun stood in the center, with white hair and white eyebrows, possessing the air of an immortal, his left sleeve hanging empty at his side.

Behind him stood the Golden Core Masters of the Fusheng Sect and the Qingcang Sect.

On both sides of the high platform sat the Elders of The Three Sects, representatives of various Families in the Southern Region, and observers from the Central Plains.

The square was filled with surrounding Cultivators.

There were Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining, locals from the Southern Region, and guests who had come from afar from the Central Plains.

It was packed with people, impenetrable.

Chen Xuan stood below the high platform, his hand on his sword hilt, his expression calm.

Senior Sister Wen Yao stood beside him, her twin swords hanging at her waist, her long hair tied into a ponytail, the Red Lotus Petal Mark between her brows glowing red in the morning light.

Zhang He stood beside Senior Sister Wen Yao, his Foundation Establishment Late Stage Aura steady and rounded, his hand on his sword hilt, his gaze calm.

Opposite them stood the three from the Buddhist Sect.

Nianzhen, female, Foundation Establishment Perfection, Sword Cultivator.

Fa Ming, male, Foundation Establishment Perfection, Body Cultivator.

Huike, male, Foundation Establishment Perfection, Technique Cultivator.

Budong stood behind them, gray monk robes, barefoot, his face calm, impossible to tell his depth.

Master Liu Yun spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Today, the tournament of The Three Sects will decide the ownership of the Tier 3 Spiritual Vein in the northern part of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range and the three thousand li of territory around it."

"The Buddhist Sect and the Southern Region will each send three people, Foundation Establishment Realm, best-of-three."

"The tournament is to stop at the point of contact, and intentional killing is not allowed."

"However, blades have no eyes, and life and death are at one's own risk."

After he finished speaking, he retreated to the edge of the high platform.

Budong walked up and stood in the center of the high platform.

He looked at Master Liu Yun, then looked at Chen Xuan and the others.

"The tournament begins. In the first round, the Southern Region sends a person first."

Master Liu Yun nodded.

He looked at Chen Xuan and the others.

"Who goes first?"

Senior Sister Wen Yao stepped out.

"Revered Master, I will go."

Master Liu Yun looked at her and was silent for a moment.

"Be careful."

Senior Sister Wen Yao nodded and leaped onto the high platform.

She drew her sword, her twin swords unsheathed, spiritual light flowing on the blades.

"Liuyang Sword Sect, Senior Sister Wen Yao."

On the Buddhist Sect side, Nianzhen looked at Budong.

"Senior Brother, shall I go?"

Budong shook his head.

"Fa Ming, you go."

Fa Ming nodded and leaped onto the high platform.

He was bare-chested, his muscles bulging, and there was a faint golden luster on his skin.

Indestructible Vajra Body.

"Buddhist Sect, Fa Ming."

Senior Sister Wen Yao looked at Fa Ming, her hand on her sword hilt.

Fa Ming looked at Senior Sister Wen Yao, the corners of his mouth lifting.

"Foundation Establishment Level 5?" He laughed. "Is the Southern Region out of people?"

Senior Sister Wen Yao did not speak.

She drew her sword.

Her twin swords turned into two silver Dragons, slashing toward Fa Ming.

The tournament had begun.