Chapter 148 Three Sects Contest
"Recite the formula of the technique you're practicing to me once. Then wait on the first floor and don't come up easily. Once I have comprehended it a little, I will call you up to explain in detail the parts you don't understand and are obscure. Let's start now!" the woman said softly.

"Yes, I am practicing the technique given to me by Uncle Mu. This technique..."

Yin Mo began to recite without changing his expression.

After a cup of tea, Yin Mo finally finished reciting.

The woman in blue nodded slightly, indicating Yin Mo to go down for the time being.

Yin Mo bowed and left the second floor without saying a word.

The woman in blue looked at Yin Mo's departing back, frowned slightly, and sat quietly in the chair without moving.

However, after a moment, she raised her eyebrows, slowly stood up, and waved her hand lightly, and a blue soundproof cover appeared around her.

Then, she took out a sound transmission talisman, whispered a few words, and threw the talisman out of the light shield, which turned into a beam of fire and flew out of the window before disappearing.

……

Halfway up the main peak of Luoyun Sect, in the attic where the Jindan stage cultivators gathered last time, an old man with a white beard stood leisurely at the window, looking out.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and a beam of fire flew from the sky.

The old man remained unmoved. He raised his hand and a white cloud flew out from his hand, drawing the flames into his palm and turning it into a raging fire.

The voice of the woman in blue came from the firelight.

"This Yin Mo should be fine, but Du Dong is suspicious!"

"Humph, suspicious. I have long been alert. The Du family has a close relationship with Baiqiaoyuan. The descendants of the Du family should submit to Baiqiaoyuan. Why would they come to my Luoyun Sect?"

The white-bearded old man muttered to himself coldly, with a chill on his face.

"However, Junior Sister Song's 'Tongming Lingxi' magical power is getting stronger and stronger. Apart from the two uncles, whether I can resist it is still a question."

The white-bearded old man seemed to have thought of something again, and murmured to himself with a hint of envy.

……

Two months later, in the western range of Yunmeng Mountain, the sect of Baiqiao Academy was located in a huge valley surrounded by mountains on all sides.

Thousands of Baiqiao Academy disciples wearing clothes of various colors gathered in the square in the center of the valley, talking and making a lot of noise.

There were also many people looking at the sky anxiously, as if waiting for something.

On one side of the square stood thousands of disciples, dozens of them standing out.

The seven or eight cultivators in the front were all at the Jindan stage or above, and they were very calm and composed. In the back stood dozens of men and women, all of whom were at the foundation-building stage or above.

These people are none other than the dean, elders, and managers in charge of various affairs of Baiqiao Academy.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed disciple noticed something and shouted excitedly, "They are coming!"

Suddenly, all the low-level monks raised their heads and looked.

There was a flickering light in the distant sky, and a large group of colorful lights were approaching rapidly.

"That's the Ancient Sword Sect. They all fly with swords." Someone else started shouting.

Upon hearing this, the crowd became even more noisy, and many people pointed and looked at the light spots with different expressions.

"Quiet!" A burly old man standing in front of the crowd said coldly with a gloomy face, "It's impolite to do this. Do you want the other two factions to laugh at you?"

His voice echoed in the square, and the other disciples who were somewhat out of control immediately shut up, and the square immediately returned to calm.

The burly old man saw this scene and smiled with satisfaction.

The other Jindan stage cultivators looked at each other, as if they were already accustomed to this kind of situation.

At this time, the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect flew over the square. Although not all of them were flying with swords, there were only a few who were not using swords.

"I didn't expect that Brother Fu and others would come to greet us in person. I feel very honored!" A short old man in his fifties or sixties landed first with a smile on his face.

Next to them was a scholar in a green robe and a young woman in white. They landed side by side with smiles on their faces, looking like a couple.

At this time, other younger low-level cultivators from the Ancient Sword Sect also landed on the square one after another.

"Brother Jiang Yun is leading the team this time. We, Fu and others, should come out to greet them, especially the famous couple of the Baibi Twin Swords." The burly old man bowed to the three people calmly and said.

"Well, let's not brag too much and don't worry about those young people laughing at us."

"However, it seems that the people from Luoyun Sect haven't arrived yet. It seems that they are becoming less and less interested in this sword test conference."

“Perhaps they have been at the bottom of the list so many times that they are already feeling a little worried.” The cultivator named Jiang seemed to have a prejudice against the Luoyun Sect and said with a bit of gloating.

After hearing this, the old man surnamed Fu showed a bitter smile on his face.

Unlike the Ancient Sword Sect, their Baiqiao Academy would not dare to make such remarks casually. If this were to be heard by the higher-ups of the Luoyun Sect, it would definitely cause quite a stir.

So, before the old man surnamed Fu had time to think about how to respond, a middle-aged man standing behind him in a green robe suddenly interrupted:
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, there is no need to rush to conclusions!"

“I heard that among the people sent by Luoyun Sect this time is Fairy Song from Baifeng Peak. She is a rare beauty among our three sects.”

"It's just that Fairy Song has always kept a low profile, and few of our two sects have ever seen her. Now, we finally have a chance to see her in person!"

"Brother Shi is right. I am indeed referring to Fairy Bai Feng. Her reputation has long been known throughout the cultivation world."

“If she really leads a team here, it will be something to look forward to.”

A hint of excitement flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes and he nodded in agreement.

The male and female cultivators of the Ancient Sword Sect were surprised when they heard this. The scholar in green robe was even more surprised and said:

"I heard that Fairy Bai Feng has extraordinary talent and successfully formed a pill in less than a hundred years. She is a rare genius in the world of cultivation."

"It would be unexpected to see her at this sword test meeting."

"That's right! Even though we are both women, I am very curious about the name of Fairy Bai Feng. If I can really meet her today, it will definitely be a wonderful thing!"

Although the young woman in white has an ordinary appearance, her voice is very pleasant and makes people feel happy.

"This... Hey! It seems like the people from Luoyun Sect have arrived." The old man surnamed Fu smiled and was about to speak, but suddenly he looked up at the sky and couldn't help but speak aloud.

Hearing this, the people around looked up and saw a huge black spot approaching in the eastern sky.

"What is this?" The cultivator named Jiang's expression changed, as if he had guessed something.

As the black spot got closer, others could gradually see clearly that it was actually an extremely large strange bird flying towards them at an astonishing speed.

The bird's back seemed to be filled with the figures of many cultivators. "Humph! Luoyun Sect actually only sent this strange species of Green Light Eagle to participate, and this strange bird can only change its size. It's just a level 5 monster!"

The monk named Jiang stared at the giant bird with cold eyes and said sarcastically.

The old man surnamed Fu and several other Jindan cultivators from Baiqiao Academy seemed not to hear it and pretended not to care.

However, the young disciples present had obviously never seen such a large spiritual beast, and they exclaimed in surprise one after another.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at the huge bird shadow in shock, their eyes filled with surprise and fear.

The giant bird flew at an astonishing speed. After flapping its huge wings that were flashing green light a few times, it flew over everyone's heads in an instant.

As the giant bird spread its wings, its huge figure cast a shadow on the square. At the same time, a pungent fishy wind swept over, making some low-level disciples stand unsteadily in the strong wind and their faces turned pale.

"Stop!" A man on the giant bird suddenly made a voice, and the giant bird folded its wings and stayed still in mid-air.

Then, a group of monks flew down from the bird's back one after another.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Duan from Huoyun Peak? He's really rare!" The old man surnamed Fu recognized the red-shirted old man in the lead at a glance and went to greet him.

"No, no! I have been thinking about Brother Fu since we parted in Yunzhou last time!" The old man in red said with a smile, and at the same time turned his gaze to the other people behind the old man surnamed Fu.

"Brother Duan wants to see Elder Changzheng. Unfortunately, Junior Brother Chang is out for something now. However, he should be back in the later stage of the conference." The old man surnamed Fu said calmly.

"Is that so? That doesn't matter. It's fate that we can meet again. This is Junior Brother Yu. There's no need for me to introduce him. We all know him."

"However, this is Junior Sister Song, you may not know her yet. Let me introduce her to you." The old man in red pointed at the woman in blue next to him and said with a smile.

"Fairy Bai Feng's reputation has been known to everyone in recent years. It is truly well-deserved that I can see your true face today!" The old man surnamed Fu looked at the woman surnamed Song with a smile and praised her.

"Brother Fu, you are too kind. I don't deserve the title of fairy." The woman in blue smiled gently, her voice clear and pleasant.

Her appearance made some low-level male cultivators around her excited, and although the high-level cultivators remained calm, there was a hint of fiery light in their eyes.

The red-shirted old man and others saw the monks from the Ancient Sword Sect and came forward to greet them.

Although the monk surnamed Jiang had a cold attitude, he still reluctantly replied a few words.

The young woman in white held the hand of the woman surnamed Song and talked to her very enthusiastically, as if they were good friends for many years.

The woman in blue maintained a gentle and generous demeanor while responding to other people's words. Her elegant manners were impeccable.

What happens next is relatively simple.

Baiqiaoyuan arranged a house for the two factions to rest, allowing them to recover for a day and prepare for tomorrow's official competition.

The whole night was peaceful, but early the next morning, the fierce competition among the three factions began.

The competition is divided into three groups. Each faction selects ten contestants to form a group with twenty disciples from the other two factions.

Each group will compete in pairs to select the top four. Then the twelve disciples will draw lots again to determine the final winner and the top ten.

Since the number of participants is small, there is no need to hold the competition in multiple venues at the same time. Instead, the competition will be held in the same venue in sequence.

The order of the match was determined by the draw of lots by the friars leading the three factions, so there was nothing to argue about.

The referee is a monk from a third sect who has nothing to do with the competing sect, so this is considered fair.

When the numerous Baiqiao Academy disciples surrounded the competition venue, a bald man stood in the middle of the shield and announced calmly:
"The first group, Yin Mo from Luoyun Sect versus Yao Feng from Ancient Sword Sect!"

As he finished speaking, a disciple from Luoyun Sect and a disciple from Gujian Sect walked out respectively.

When the audience around them saw the two opponents clearly, there was a commotion and whispers.

"I read that right. One is at the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, and the other is at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"The difference between their cultivation levels is too great!"

……

The monk from the Ancient Sword Sect with a long sword on his back looked at his opponent with a hint of surprise on his face, and then a hint of contempt flashed across his face.

For him, defeating his opponent was a piece of cake.

His opponent, a young man wearing green tights and with ordinary looks, also frowned, seeming to feel somewhat embarrassed and confused.

Outside the venue, the Jindan stage cultivators from the three sects naturally would not mingle with the disciples, but gathered in an open area, talking in low voices.

"Brother Duan, is Luoyun Sect planning to give up this sword test? How can even a disciple at the eleventh level of Qi Refining represent them in the competition? Isn't this just making up the numbers?"

Jiang Yun from the Ancient Sword Sect couldn't help but laugh when he saw the disciples from the Luoyun Sect appear.

"Huh! Eleventh level? Not bad! I remember this disciple was only at the tenth level of Qi Refining when he was selected within the sect. I didn't expect his cultivation to improve so quickly."

The old man in red shirt listened to the other party's words and replied calmly.

"What? Passed the selection at the tenth level? Brother Duan, are you kidding me?" Jiang Yun from the Ancient Sword Sect asked in disbelief.

This time the old man in red just smiled and didn't answer.

Jiang Yun was somewhat confused, so he stopped talking and began to focus on observing the situation on the field.

"The game begins!" the bald man finally announced in a deep voice in the air.

When the young man heard the voice, he immediately shrugged his shoulders, and two flying swords, one red and one blue, flew out from his back and hovered above his head. At the same time, a green light flashed in his hand, and a green light shield appeared on his body.

Then, the young man quickly pinched his fingers, ready to drive the flying sword to attack.

However, when he finished this set of movements, fifty or sixty red fireballs suddenly appeared in front of him, flying towards him with scorching flames.

"Ah!" Yao Feng was shocked and his face turned pale.

But as a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he was very experienced and immediately gave up driving the magic weapon. He quickly fell to the ground, letting the fireball fly over him.

Although he was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, he also became even angrier.

He turned over suddenly and tried to stand up again to attack his opponent, but suddenly a big black foot stepped down from above his head and he instantly lost consciousness.

There was a commotion outside the venue, some people were stunned, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

The bald referee narrowed his eyes, glanced at the young man, a strange expression appeared on his face, and then he announced loudly: "Yin Mo, the winner!"

Yin Mo saluted to the referee without changing his expression, then walked out of the light shield.

(End of this chapter)