Chapter 149 Get the elixir!

Then, two disciples from the Ancient Sword Sect rushed onto the field, carried away the unconscious Yao Feng, and began to try to wake him up.

At this moment, a short old man outside the field opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and his face became extremely ugly.

He originally knew that there must be something unusual about the other disciple being able to participate in the competition with such a low level of cultivation.

But he never expected that the opponent would use talismans to attack, and his disciple, who had high hopes, was defeated by the opponent in an instant.

This made it difficult for him to justify himself, as he had previously been mocking the old man in red.

There was an awkward expression on his face for a moment, and he was full of depression, but he couldn't say a word.

"Haha! Brother Duan, your disciple is really interesting. He actually used talismans worth dozens of spirit stones right after he came on stage."

"Although it's a bit tricky, being able to activate so many fire bomb talismans at the same time also means that a lot of effort has been put in. It's difficult for ordinary disciples to be so skilled."

The old man surnamed Fu said with a smile after watching Yin Mo's competition.

"Nothing! Our disciple is originally a talisman maker, so it is normal for him to use talismans to attack."

"I was a little surprised that he was willing to use so many talismans at once."

The old man in red felt relieved when he saw the frustrated expression of Jiang Yun from Ancient Sword Sect, but his tone was downplaying the situation, whether genuinely or falsely.

"Humph! It's just a few more talismans. Now the others also know this trick. In the next competition, your disciples will definitely not be able to make any achievements."

Jiang Yun muttered a few words in dissatisfaction.

"Really?" The old man in red sneered and said nothing more.

"However, the movement of this disciple from your sect when charging forward seems to be a form of lightness skill used in the secular world. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to attack Junior Brother Yao so quickly and unexpectedly."

The green-robed scholar looked at Yin Mo who had returned to the Luoyun Sect team and nodded nonchalantly.

"Friend Bai has also noticed it! This disciple of our sect used to be a casual cultivator with a wide range of skills. I am sorry to have embarrassed your family!" The old man in red showed a little surprise.

"It's nothing. I used to be interested in martial arts in the secular world and I studied it a little bit."

“Although this kind of mortal martial arts is of no use to high-level cultivators, if Qi Refining disciples can use it skillfully, it can still increase their strength.”

"Moreover, this disciple of your sect is so skilled, it seems that he has experienced a lot of actual combat. The failure of our disciples is understandable." The Confucian scholar said with a smile.

While these masters were chatting and laughing, the referee on the field had been replaced by a gray-robed old man from Luoyun Sect. He announced expressionlessly:
"In the second match, Ruan Tianci from Baiqiao Academy will face Zhou Xu from Gujian Academy."

As soon as these words came out, two young men from Baiqiaoyuan and Gujianmen stood up, saluted each other, and at the old man's instruction of "start", they each made hand gestures and released their magic weapons, starting a fierce contest.

The Jindan cultivators from the three sects immediately put aside their previous competitions and watched this contest intently.

Influenced by Yin Mo's previous match, the two disciples became obviously more conservative, which made the audience outside the venue feel a little bored and dull.

In the end, the sword-cultivating disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect showed their extraordinary skills and used their swords to break through the opponent's magic weapon defenses, thus winning the victory.

Next, it was the turn of the Luoyun Sect and Baiqiao Academy to compete...

In this way, the first round of competition took a full two days to complete.

The sword skills of the Ancient Sword Sect are indeed impressive.

Except for a few people like Yin Mo, the other disciples facing the Ancient Sword Sect were clearly at a disadvantage and were defeated one after another.

This situation finally cheered up the monk named Jiang, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

Fortunately, several Jindan cultivators from Baiqiao Academy and the red-shirted old man from Luoyun Sect had anticipated this. Although they felt a little embarrassed, they managed to remain calm and pretended not to care.

Judging from his demeanor, he seems to be better than that short old man.

In the second round, Yin Mo's opponent was a heroic female cultivator from Baiqiao Academy who was in the Qi Refining Stage.

This female cultivator had seen Yin Mo's previous competition, so as soon as she came on the court, she released her flying magic weapon and flew into the air.

She thought that in this way, she would be able to freely dodge Yin Mo's talisman attacks, and she was also quite afraid of Yin Mo's fast body movements.

Seeing this situation, Yin Mo sighed softly, said nothing more, and threw out another fire bomb talisman.

As a result, when the female cultivator was trying to dodge the fireball triumphantly, Yin Mo suddenly pinched her fingers.

Many fireballs flashed red light during the flight and transformed into dozens of fist-sized flaming birds that circled and danced.

The female cultivator from Baiqiao Academy was greatly surprised when she saw this and was about to activate her magic weapon to protect herself, but Yin Mo did not give her any chance.

While he was reciting the incantation, he just thought about it briefly and all the firebirds instantly flew to the vicinity of the female cultivator and attacked her directly from all directions.

Although the female disciple hurriedly used talismans to release a layer of water-attribute shield, facing such a fierce attack, the shield was shattered in a moment.

The female cultivator had no choice but to admit defeat immediately.

After this battle, the disciples of the other two factions, who had previously believed that Yin Mo had won unfairly by relying on talismans, also began to waver.

However, some Foundation Establishment cultivators who possessed powerful magical weapons still sneered at nouveau riche like Yin Mo, but he slapped them in the face.

……

Five days later at dusk, in a hidden, nameless valley in the central part of Yunmeng Mountain.

This valley is located in a remote area and is often covered by thick fog. It is cold and damp all year round, and you can't see your hand in front of you. In these fogs, poisonous insects such as scorpions and snakes are lurking.

Because the valley is not big, it is easy to ignore the occasional monk flying by, let alone stop to see what is going on.

However, on this day, the fog in the valley became even thicker, and suddenly a flash of white light appeared on a seemingly messy pile of rocks deep in the valley, and then two figures appeared there out of thin air.

One of the two men was wearing grey clothes and robes and had a ferocious face, while the other was wearing a green robe and jade belt and had an elegant appearance.

"Isn't this Brother Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect and Fellow Daoist Yu from the Luoyun Sect? Is the sword-testing competition over?" There was clearly no one around the pile of stones, but a lazy male voice was heard, slightly hoarse.

"So it's Brother Yue who's on duty today! The conference is indeed over. Let's come over and see how the Holy Land's Ming and Qing Spiritual Water is prepared."

"If everything is ready, let those ten disciples teleport over directly to avoid any accidents." The cultivator named Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect said with a smile, without any expression unusual.

The old man in gray standing aside remained expressionless and silent.

"What kind of accident could happen? We are just a few Jindan stage cultivators, guarding here for three days and nights."

"Plus, when the time comes, you guys will come over, so why should we be afraid of the low-level cultivators causing any big noise?" The man who transmitted the voice said indifferently.

"The matter of the Spirit Eye Tree is of great importance, so it is better to be careful! Besides, the Mingqing Spirit Water must be dripped with alcohol in the last step." "Once the mixing is completed, you must wash your eyes immediately, otherwise the spiritual effect will be greatly reduced!"

"Otherwise, why did we bring these ten disciples here?"

The cultivator surnamed Bai shook his head slightly.

"Alright. The Ming and Qing Spiritual Water has been prepared almost completely. Just wait for them to wash their eyes and leave immediately."

"The restrictions here are very strict. They won't know the exact location after being teleported here." The man said confidently with a smile on his face.

"That's perfect! Brother Yu, you stay here. I will go and notify other fellow Taoists to have those disciples teleport over." The cultivator named Bai nodded.

“By the way, is the winner of this sword test competition the Ancient Sword Sect?” The man who was transmitting the voice suddenly remembered and asked.

"The champion this time is our Junior-Junior Brother Meng Di from the Ancient Sword Sect. I'm afraid this will disappoint Brother Yue a little." The green-robed scholar said with a smile.

"Humph! You sword cultivators are stronger than us ordinary cultivators in the foundation building stage. What's so strange about that?"

“But when it comes to the Jindan stage, it’s hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker. I’ll tell your third senior brother when I get a chance that I really want to spar with him again.” There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the man’s lazy voice.

After hearing this, the scholar surnamed Bai was silent for a while, then chuckled and said:

"It seems that Brother Yue is still upset about his defeat at the hands of Brother Three. However, I'm afraid that you will be disappointed."

"Third Senior Brother is currently working on reaching the late Jindan stage and has just come out of seclusion."

"In the late stage of Jindan, do you need to go into seclusion?" The man who was transmitting the voice seemed a little stunned after hearing it, then he sighed deeply and fell silent.

A cultivator named Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect raised his hand and a beam of white light shot towards an ordinary bluestone.

In an instant, a bright light appeared, covering the scene in the pile of rocks, and then his figure disappeared without a trace.

It turns out that there is a secret teleportation array hidden in this pile of rocks.

After seeing the other party leave, the old man in gray found a rock and sat cross-legged beside it.

At the other end of the teleportation array, in a not-too-large stone chamber in Baiqiao Academy, a Confucian scholar appeared in the array with white light, surrounded by several high-level cultivators including an old man named Fu.

"Junior brother, how is the preparation going?" A cultivator named Jiang asked impatiently when he saw the Confucian scholar appear.

"Don't worry, senior brother. Everything is ready at the holy land. We can teleport now." The scholar replied with a smile.

"Very good! Brother Duan, please lead the ten younger generations in. According to the agreement, each of our three sects will send a Jindan cultivator to accompany us."

"We are led by Elder Wang, and Luoyun Sect already has Master Yufeng. Brother Jiang, who will you send with us?" The old man surnamed Fu nodded with satisfaction and said.

Upon hearing this, the old man in red walked out without hesitation.

"There's nothing to worry about when going to the holy land. It's not like we haven't been there before. Just let Junior Brother Bai go." The old man surnamed Jiang replied calmly.

"That's fine. Although Fellow Daoist Bai has never been on guard duty in the Holy Land, he was one of the ten disciples in the Sword Trial Conference. Coming back now can be considered a revisit to an old place."

The old man surnamed Fu said with a smile.

The green-robed scholar nodded calmly without saying anything more.

The young woman in white smiled charmingly, came to the scholar, stood side by side with him, full of love and affection.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the stone chamber, and an old man in a red shirt walked in calmly, followed by the top ten disciples of the three sects.

This time, although the Luoyun Sect failed to win first place, it had four disciples in the top ten, making them the best among the three sects.

The old man surnamed Duan appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually quite proud in his heart.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to his four disciples, including the woman named Mu from Tianquan Peak, a cold-faced young man from Huoyun Peak, and a young man named Sun Huo.

As for the other two, they are Yin Mo and the one named Du Dong.

Yin Mo is just an ordinary person. When he saw Du Dong, the leader of Huoyun Peak remained calm, but he secretly sneered in his heart, with a hint of ridicule in his heart.

The disciple who won first place this time was a young man in black with a stern expression like a sword unsheathed, Meng Di from the Ancient Sword Sect.

The "Nine Spirit Sword Body" is known as one of the three great sword spiritual bodies in the world of immortal cultivation and is by no means an ordinary one.

Relying on the top-level sword in his hand, this person was invincible under the sweeping sword energy, and won the first place with his absolute strength.

The old man in red couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the good fortune of the Ancient Sword Sect.

……

Yin Mo looked coldly at the room full of "Jiangdan masters" with a dull mood.

After winning three games, he deliberately lost to a Foundation Establishment opponent from Baiqiao Academy who had strong cultivation. In this way, he could advance together with five other losers and enter the competition for seventh to tenth place.

In the end, he pretended to show the remaining talismans and barely got ninth place.

As for Du Dong, whether he had the same plan as him, he actually lost in the fourth game, and then deliberately lost to him and ranked last.

This made Yin Mo speechless.

The highest ranking disciple in Luoyun Sect was the young man named Sun Huo. His cultivation was quite impressive and he even won the third place.

But in Yin Mo's opinion, except for the black-clothed young man who ranked first, it would not be difficult for him to defeat the disciple of Baiqiao Academy who ranked second if he could find a magic weapon that suits him.

After the competition, the top ten disciples received a top-level magic weapon, and Meng Di received an extra jade box, which contained a Dingling Pill.

As soon as Yin Mo saw the jade box, he made up his mind.

If this trip goes smoothly, he can obtain the spiritual root of the Spirit Eye Tree and the secret recipe for refining elixirs. Otherwise, he doesn't mind getting what he needs from the master of the Ancient Sword Sect.

After all, considering Han Li and others, when condensing their Nascent Soul, it would be much easier with the help of Dingling Pill.

While Yin Mo was thinking, the old man surnamed Fu had already started teleporting his disciples.

When the young monks from the three sects heard that they were going to a certain place, most of them showed happy smiles.

With a flash of white light, the monk surnamed Bai and a middle-aged monk with a ruddy face from the Baiqiao Academy were the first to be teleported over. Then the other disciples, in groups of two, also teleported over.

After a moment of dizziness, Yin Mo and others appeared in a desolate pile of rocks filled with thick fog and humid air.

Yin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to release his spiritual sense to detect the surrounding situation, but unexpectedly, his spiritual sense was blocked back by some kind of restriction after only extending a few dozen feet away.

(End of this chapter)