C10 Sect Competition

After Feng Yi overcame the challenge posed by the four provocateurs, he quickly collected his Abstention Pill and retreated to his cave dwelling.

These four were merely underlings. Above them, Feng Hua had attained the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Stage, a level Feng Yi was not yet equipped to contend with.

He spent several hours waiting in his cave, and when no further disturbances arose, Feng Yi finally allowed himself to relax.

He dedicated himself to his cultivation, preparing for the upcoming sect tournament. Half a year flew by, and Feng Yi's cultivation had advanced to the seventh level of the Qi Condensation Stage.

"Feng Yi, Feng Yi!"

The call of Fatty Hong reached his ears, prompting Feng Yi to step out of his cave.

Fatty Hong was waiting outside, his face alight with excitement as he paced back and forth.

"What's taking you so long? Don't you realize today is the day of the sect competition?" Fatty Hong chided.

Without waiting for a response, he seized Feng Yi's wrist and hurried him toward the Profound Heaven Sect's plaza.

By the time they reached the plaza, it was teeming with tens of thousands of disciples, all buzzing with anticipation and vigor.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of three bell tolls reverberated across the Profound Heaven Sect, and soon after, five figures descended gracefully onto the high platform.

These were the esteemed Chief Masters of the five great peaks, the backbone of the Profound Heaven Sect.

Xuan Tianzi stood at the center of the group.

To his left were a man and a woman: Luo Xiazi, the Chief Master of Falling Dawn Peak, and Qing Yuzi, the Chief Master of Qing Yuzi Peak.

To his right stood another pair, a man and a woman: Sunset Zi, the Chief Master of Sunset Peak, and Tian Yuzi, the Chief Master of Tian Yuzi Peak.

Luo Xiazi and Sunset Zi, both revered Female Cultivators of the Profound Heaven Sect, had achieved the pinnacle of the Golden Core Stage, reaching Great Perfection.

Qing Yuzi and Tian Yuzi, also at the Golden Core Stage, were in the latter phase of that realm.

Xuan Tianzi himself had attained Great Perfection within the Golden Core Stage and was rumored to be on the cusp of ascending to the status of an earthly deity.

In that moment, Xuan Tianzi stepped forward, his face etched with a dignified seriousness.

Today marks the grand competition of the Profound Heaven Sect, as well as the day to assess the fruits of your cultivation within our ranks.

The rules of the competition are clear: stop at the point of contact and do no lethal harm. Violators will have their cultivation crippled and be expelled from the sect.

Those who rank in the top hundred of the outer sect will have the chance to become Inner Sect Disciples, and possibly even personal disciples of the five Chief Masters.

I'll keep this brief. The sect's grand competition officially begins now. Elder Xu, I entrust the following proceedings to you."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

A venerable man in his fifties promptly stepped forward, fist in palm, in acknowledgment.

Turning to address the sea of disciples, he continued, "This year's competition follows tradition. Inner Sect Disciples vying for the top ten spots will have the opportunity to become personal disciples of the five great peaks.

Those who make it into the top hundred of the outer sect will ascend to Inner Sect Disciples and may also be chosen by the Chief Masters of the five great peaks.

Furthermore, the top three contenders will each receive a coveted sect reward — the Foundation Building Pill."

Upon mention of the Foundation Building Pill, the throng of disciples below instantly buzzed with excitement. Every five years, the competition is fierce for these pills, which can boost the success rate of reaching Foundation Building by thirty percent. They are highly sought after by every disciple at the eighth and ninth levels of the Qi Condensation Stage.

"Kid, the Foundation Building Pill could be a significant aid to you. Do your utmost to secure one," the voice of the Nine-spirit Taoist whispered to Feng Yi. Feng Yi's brow furrowed, his face etched with concern.

Setting aside the formidable cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Stage, the ranks of those at Levels Eight and Nine were as numerous as hairs on a cow. How could he, a mere Level Seven Qi Condensation Stage disciple, hope to overcome them?

"Kid, there's no need for worry. You may only be at Level Seven of the Qi Condensation Stage, but you've cultivated repeatedly, building a foundation far stronger than theirs.

Besides, with the Nine-spirit Turning Spell and the Wind Lightning Palm that I've taught you, you're more than capable of standing your ground against those at the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Stage."

Feng Yi's brow furrowed slightly, yet Nine-spirit Taoist seemed to have already intuited Feng Yi's concerns.

"Don't fret over the origins of the Wind Lightning Palm. If the sect elders inquire, simply say it's a mortal palm technique you've honed in the dojo. Now that you've infused it with Spiritual Qi as a cultivator, that's why it's so potent."

Feng Yi's eyes sparkled with approval at Nine-spirit Taoist's suggestion, admiring his thoughtful consideration.

At that moment, Elder Xu's eyes shone as he surveyed the throng of disciples, then announced with clarity, "The tournament commences with ten stages. Those confident in securing five consecutive victories may step up to battle."

Clang!

The moment Elder Xu's words fell, the great bell of the Profound Heaven Sect tolled again, heralding the start of the Grand Competition.

Instantly, ten disciples at the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Stage leaped onto their respective stages.

Among them, Feng Hua took his place on the seventh stage with a commanding presence.

"Which Senior Brother or Junior Brother wishes to enlighten me with a challenge?"

All at once, the ten challengers called out, their voices brimming with pride and battle will.

"I'll take on Senior Brother Zhang."

In a flash, another ninth-level Qi Condensation Stage disciple ascended to the ninth stage to issue a challenge.

Following the first challenger, the other stages quickly filled with eager disciples.

"Good gracious, Feng Yi must be itching for a fight!" Fatty Hong exclaimed as he noticed Feng Yi confronting Feng Hua on the seventh stage.

Not just Fatty Hong, but other disciples buzzed with speculation upon witnessing the scene.

"Who is that? A Level Seven Qi Condensation Stage daring to challenge a Level Nine Senior Brother!"

"An Outer Sect Disciple challenging an Inner Sect Disciple? Has the world turned upside down, or have I gone blind?"

"He's utterly full of himself. Just wait and see how he gets put in his place."

Despite the jeers and taunts from many disciples, a look of admiration fell upon Feng Yi from a corner of the crowd, where Ye Qingcheng stood watching.

Seeing that Feng Yi had reached Level Seven of the Qi Condensation Stage, Ye Qingcheng was surprised but also delighted for him. However, her eyes betrayed a hint of concern.

After all, Feng Yi was only at Level Seven of the Qi Condensation Stage. How could he possibly defeat Feng Hua, who was at Level Nine?

Elder Xu also turned his attention to Feng Yi. It was unprecedented for an Outer Sect Disciple to challenge an Inner Sect Disciple.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is getting interesting. I'm curious to see what this kid with a Five-element False Spirit Root can do."

Elder Xu was about to dismiss Feng Yi when he overheard Tian Yuzi mumbling to himself. With the Chief Master of Tian Yuzi Peak having spoken, Elder Xu decided to let Feng Yi proceed. In his view, the worst Feng Yi would suffer was a minor injury.

On the platform, Feng Hua's eyes narrowed sharply as he fixed his gaze on Feng Yi.

"Feng Yi, you have the audacity to challenge me? You're out of your depth."

With a calm smile, Feng Yi responded, "Senior Brother Feng, you've caused me quite a bit of trouble recently!"

"Humph!" Feng Hua snorted, his eyes flashing with intensity.

"Feng Yi, you've become quite capable. But do you really think you can stand against me at Level Seven when I'm at Level Nine of the Qi Condensation Stage? Today, I'll show you the gap between us."

"Please enlighten me, Senior Brother!" Feng Yi said, bowing with his fists clasped. He then sprang lightly to the edge of the stage.

"You're alert, I'll give you that. But sadly, there's only one possible outcome for you: defeat!" Feng Hua declared, slapping his shoulder.

With a swoosh, a sharp sound cut through the air as a Flying Sword shot out from behind him, hovering over his head.

Feng Hua gestured with his hands and pointed at Feng Yi. The Flying Sword ripped through the air, emitting a piercing sound as it sped towards Feng Yi.