Chapter 41 - Mountain Gate Tournament
According to historical records, the Purple Spirit Race had a total of three major tribes, and the leaders of each tribe were all Legendary Stage experts.
Three hundred years ago, the Purple Spirit Race fought the coalition forces of the Four Major Sects and suffered heavy losses. Two of their leaders died on the spot, and only one survivor managed to escape.
Later, the Purple Spirit Race was forced to leave the Southern Land and hide in the border between the Southern Land and the Western Land. The environment there was harsh, and resources were scarce. There was almost no spirit qi there. No matter what race lived there, they would eventually be forced to perish.
In the blink of an eye, three hundred years had pa.s.sed. Even if the Purple Spirit Race had not perished, they would have at least become much weaker. How could they have made a comeback and encroached on the Southern Land?
This was also why the comments on the article believed that the t.i.tle was only written to attract attention. Most people believed that the so-called Purple Spirit Race was nothing to fear.. After all, it had been three hundred years.
Qin Jue continued to read and found many pictures of the Purple Spirit Race. He immediately revealed a strange expression.
Each of these purple fiends had a st.u.r.dy body, and they had a tough build. They were like giants, and even their females were no exception. They could be nicknamed King Kong Barbies.
But most important of all was that their skin was purple.
One had to know that on Earth, purple represented more than just a color.
This made Qin Jue recall a king tier expert who liked to wrestle.
"I wonder if this news is true."
Qin Jue was rather curious.
The current Four Major Sects were no longer the same Four Major Sects three hundred years ago. They occupied a large amount of cultivation resources and would produce countless experts every year. Experts were now as common as the clouds, and even if the Purple Spirit Race had already recovered, they were still far from being able to match the strength of the Four Major Sects.
Unless the Purple Spirit Race had gone through some sort of fortuitous encounter and their strength increased greatly, otherwise they would only be courting death by provoking the Four Major Sects.
"Heh, why am I thinking about this? It has nothing to do with me anyway."
Shaking his head, Qin Jue laughed.
He didn"t want to be some savior. Moreover, with the Four Major Sects" strength, he wouldn"t have to worry either.
Qin Jue spent the rest of the day reading the spirit tablet. It had to be said that besides not being able to play games, this device was basically no different from a tablet. Moreover, it didn"t need to be charged. It only needed an input of spirit energy. It was extremely convenient.
The only regrettable thing was that there were regional restrictions on spirit tablets, so Qin Jue could only read about things that happened within the Southern Land. However, Qin Jue still wanted to know about the things going on in other places.
In fact, with Qin Jue"s strength, it would be extremely easy for him to go anywhere, but he was just too lazy. If he was given the choice of sitting or standing, he would always choose to sit. And if the choice was between sitting down and lying down, he would always choose lying down. Otherwise, why would anyone in their right mind choose to stay in Xuanyi Mountain Sect for 10 years?
If it were anyone else, they would probably be ruling the world and showing off.
"Uncle-Grandmaster, I"m partic.i.p.ating in the sect compet.i.tion tomorrow. Will you come and watch?"
After the girl finished her cultivation, she said to Qin Jue, her small face revealing a trace of hope.
She didn"t have many friends in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect, and Qin Jue was the only person she was familiar with.
"Mountain Gate Tournament?"
Qin Jue was stunned for a moment. It took him a while to remember that the Mountain Gate Tournament was a tournament that was always held by the Xuanyi Mountain Sect. Whether it was an inner or outer sect disciple, as long as they were under the age of 25, they could partic.i.p.ate. Many elders, including the sect master, would also spectate the tournament and recruit outstanding talents to nurture.
In addition, the top ten would receive generous rewards. It was somewhat similar to the training in the Black Forest. The difference was that the training in the Black Forest was to hunt fiend beasts, while the Mountain Gate Tournament was to compete with fellow disciples.
When Qin Jue was six years old and had just been accepted as a disciple by the previous sect master, he had partic.i.p.ated in the tournament once and easily beat everyone and obtained first place. After that, he never competed again. As time pa.s.sed, Bai Ye also stopped informing him about the tournament.
Qin Jue did not expect that tomorrow would be the day of the sect tournament.
Luo Weiwei had joined the Xuanyi Mountain Sect for less than three months and was still considered as a new disciple. If she was a normal girl, she would have been eliminated in the first round, but the girl"s talent was top-notch. In just three months, she had already stepped into the peak of the Yellow Stage. If nothing strange happens, it would not be a problem for her to squeeze into the top ten or even the top five.
After pondering for a moment, Qin Jue asked, "Won"t your cultivation technique be exposed?"
"Not as long as I don"t use my full strength."
The girl said confidently.
"Alright."
Qin Jue nodded.
Although Qin Jue had already informed Bai Ye, he still thought that he should personally go and take a look for himself just to be safe.
"Hehe, I knew Uncle-Grandmaster would be fine with it."
After saying this, the girl happily ran away, leaving Qin Jue speechless.
The next day, the pleasant sound of a bell echoed throughout the Xuanyi Mountain Sect, indicating that the sect"s tournament was about to begin.
"Master, it"s time for your announcement."
Zhang Jichen and Wu Ying lowered their heads and said. Every year"s Mountain Gate Tournament was hosted by the sect master, and this time was naturally no exception.
"Alright, I got it."
Bai Ye opened his eyes and nodded.
"But before that, I have a question for you two."
"Master, please speak. We will definitely tell you everything we know."
The two of them said in unison.
"Why… are you guys so far away from me?"
"…"
Bai Ye was sitting cross-legged at the end of the hall, looking sage-like. Zhang Jichen and Wu Ying were standing outside the hall, more than a hundred meters away.
"Uh… This is because we"re worried that we will affect Master"s cultivation."
Zhang Jichen hurriedly replied.
"Me too."
Wu Ying nodded repeatedly.
"…"
"Hmph! A bunch of disloyal brats!"
Bai Ye snorted. "Don"t think I don"t know the real reason you"re standing so far away!"
"…"
The two of them were silent and did not dare to refute.
"Let"s go."
Bai Ye did not continue to pursue the matter. Ever since he had experienced the power of that pill, he already understood the difficulties these two disciples faced. Or perhaps, it could be said that it was already extremely fortunate for Zhang Jichen and Wu Ying to be able to survive until now.
"Yes."
The two of them looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief.
The location where the Mountain Gate Tournament was held was a vast square that could accommodate thousands of people. Four battles could be held simultaneously there.
When Bai Ye and his two disciples arrived, the square was already filled with people. On the high platform beside them were many higher-ups of the Xuanyi Mountain Sect. The First Elder, w.a.n.g Quan, was also among them.
"Greetings, Sect Master."
"Greetings, Sect Master."
Everyone immediately bowed.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
The disciples below shouted as well.
At this moment, Bai Ye was standing in the sky, and he seemed lofty like a mountain. Coupled with his sage-like appearance, he could be said to possess an imposing aura.
However, when Bai Ye sat down, the people closest to him clearly moved their b.u.t.tocks, revealing their intentions to stay away.
It couldn"t be helped. In these half a month, the psychological trauma that Bai Ye had left them was too great. Previously, an elder had almost fainted because of Bai Ye. Even though Bai Ye had returned to normal now, they still subconsciously chose to avoid him.
"Sect Master, the first round of drawing has ended. We can begin."
The First Elder reported.
"Alright."
Bai Ye nodded and raised his voice, "I hereby announce that the Mountain Gate Tournament has officially begun…"
Before he could finish speaking, Bai Ye"s eyes suddenly widened as he looked into the distance with an expression of disbelief.
Everyone sensed the abnormality and followed Bai Ye"s gaze. They saw a handsome youth dressed in snow-white clothes who walked over unhurriedly. He held a pot of wine in his hand, and he seemed like an immortal that had descended to the mortal world.
In an instant, the entire square fell silent. Soon after, someone shouted, "Uncle-Grandmaster! It"s Uncle-Grandmaster!"