C20 Chapter 20 Black Stone Tablets

When Wang Dong arrived at the martial ground, there were already many Returning Sea Sect disciples gathered there. They lined up, waiting for their own names to be engraved on the Black Stele.

Wang Dong walked to the end of the line, and looked up at the front of the line. Beside the black stone, there were disciples of Returning Sea Sect writing on it with their weapons.

Wang Dong noticed that amongst the Returning Sea Sect disciples that left after they finished inscribing some of their names, some of them were in high spirits, while others had dark expressions, causing him to unconsciously frown. Could it be that there was something strange with the Black Stele, and why would these Returning Sea Sect disciples that came to inscribe their names reveal two completely different reactions?

Two hours later, Wang Dong finally followed the group and arrived beside the Black Stele. The Black Stele was already densely packed with many names, Wu Tie glanced at it, and Sixth Junior Brother's name was impressively among them.

Wang Dong was a bit surprised. He didn't expect Sixth Junior Brother, who lost an arm, to recover so quickly. At this moment, Sixth Junior Brother was able to participate in the Great Sect Competition. However, after he looked carefully, he found that Zhang Qing's name was not inside. This made Wang Dong a little surprised. Could it be that Zhang Qing had not recovered from the affair of having his blade cut and love, and had also lost interest in the Great Sect Competition?

Thinking about that, Wang Dong's lips curved up slightly, then he turned to look at his side. A Returning Sea Sect disciple was waving the sword in his hand nonstop on the Black Stele, but what surprised him was that no matter how hard he tried, not a single sword mark was left on the Black Stele.

"Why? "Why can't I engrave my name onto it?!" The Returning Sea Sect disciple refused to believe his eyes. He tried and tried raising the sword again and again, but he did not know what the black stone was made of, so he did not leave any trace. In the end, the Returning Sea Sect disciple raised his sword and slashed at the Black Stele.

Boom! *

Wang Dong glanced at it and saw that the Black Stele was still the same as ever. This Returning Sea Sect disciple had used all his strength to slash on it, but was unable to leave a single mark on it, not even a scratch.

Sensing this strange characteristic of the Black Stele, Wang Dong frowned. No wonder some Returning Sea Sect disciples left with sullen faces, there really was something strange on the Black Stele.

"Junior brother, don't waste your energy. Even if you cut off your own sword, you won't engrave your own name on it …" At this time, an older disciple standing next to the Returning Sea Sect disciple spoke: "This Black Stele, without reaching a certain level of cultivation, would never leave a trace on it."

"I am a Grade 4 Martial Disciple, how can I not have my own name!" The Returning Sea Sect disciple was stunned upon hearing this, his eyes filled with regret as he looked at the Black Stele.

"Watch me!" The long haired Returning Sea Sect disciple also took out his own weapon, and with a loud shout, his weapon landed on the Black Stele. His strength was extremely great, and when the weapon and the Black Stele clashed, sparks would come out, and when the Returning Sea Sect disciple kept his weapon, he saw that his name had astonishingly appeared on the Black Stele.

"Junior brother, I am a Grade 5 Martial Disciple. From the looks of it, the role of this Black Stele is to filter out the applicants …" The older Returning Sea Sect disciple said: "Only by inscribing your name on the Black Stele can you be considered to have the qualification to register."

"No …." The level four Spirit Apostle Returning Sea Sect disciple let out a pitiful cry when he heard this: "I cultivated for ten years, and in the end, I didn't even get the qualification to register. I hate it, I am unwilling!"

Hearing the analysis of Wang Dong, who was a level 5 Martial Disciple, nodded in agreement. At the same time, he was relieved. He was also a level 5 Martial Disciple. At least he had the qualification to sign up.

"Junior brother, go back and train properly. When the next Large Competition begins, say that you won't know anything and you will be qualified to participate!" After the disciple of the fifth rank had left his name on the black stone, he was satisfied, and prepared to leave.

"Senior Brother, wait a moment!" Seeing that the other party was about to leave, the disciple's expression changed and he quickly called out to him.

"Junior brother, what else do you want?" The level five disciple stopped and turned around with a smile.

"Senior Brother, can you …" The disciple leaned towards the disciple of the fifth rank with a mysterious expression. After he had whispered something into his ear, the disciple looked hesitant.

"Junior brother, this isn't right!" The level five disciple said with difficulty.

"Senior Brother, I really want to register to participate in this year's Large Competition. Please help me!" The disciple raised his hand and felt around his waist after he finished speaking. Then, a small, dark item was stuffed into the hands of his disciple who was a level five Martial Disciple.

From the looks of it, this disciple wanted to have this Martial Disciple in front of him inscribe a name.

Wang Dong noticed that the level four Martial Disciple actually handed over a Low Grade Soul Stone. Looking at his face filled with pain, he knew that this soul stone was extremely precious to him, it might have been left for his advancement, but now, he was using it as a reward for someone else to help him engrave his name.

If I knew this would happen, I would have carved it for him... Wang Dong felt a bit regretful as it was still too early for him to give an exception next month, so he didn't have a single soul stone in his hands.

"Never mind, I'll help you this once!" The level five disciple put away the Spirit Stone and revealed a satisfied expression. After asking about the level four disciple's name, he took out his weapon and slashed at the Black Stele, and very quickly, the level four disciple's name was carved on the Black Stele.

Seeing that his name had finally appeared on the Black Stele, the level four disciple was so excited that his eyebrows were dancing with joy. However, the following change in the Black Stele caused his joy to freeze on his face.

In front of the crowd's eyes, the imprint of the rank 4 disciple's name slowly began to form, as if it was being filled up by something. In the blink of an eye, the name of the rank 4 disciple disappeared from the Black Stele once again. Not only that, the disciple of the fifth rank had also disappeared along with him. It was as if the name had never been carved on it.

"How could this be?" That level four Martial Disciple was completely shocked. Not only did he give up a piece of Low Grade Soul Stone for nothing, he himself did not get anything.

The level five disciple could not believe his own eyes. His own qualification to sign up disappeared right under his nose just like that, and this made his mind go blank. The joy of earning a piece of Low Grade Soul Stone for nothing instantly disappeared.

"It's not easy to cheat!" "Hahaha..."

"That senior brother of the fifth level, although he had lost his qualification to register, you still earned a piece of Low Grade Soul Stone … "It's not considered compensation!"

"Will you accompany me? To be able to participate in the Large Competition, the benefits can't be compared to just one piece of Low Grade Soul Stone! "

The Returning Sea Sect disciples who saw this scene immediately revealed expressions of schadenfreude. Wang Dong also twitched his mouth in relief. Luckily, he didn't do something stupid that wasn't worth it.

After a round of discussion, everyone ignored the two who had just been struck by bad luck. Some of them even opened their mouths to urge Wang Dong: "Junior Brother Wang, hurry up and engrave your name. There's a bunch of people waiting in line behind you."

"It's going to be carved soon!" Wang Dong smiled apologetically at the person and started observing the Black Stele.

Wang Dong, the trash of the Returning Sea Sect from yesterday, was not a stranger to them. In just an instant, Wang Dong had replaced the two unfortunate fellows from before and became the focus of the crowd.

"How bold, Junior Brother Wang actually didn't take out a weapon!"

"It can't be that you want to carve with your bare hands, this …" Even Earth Level Martial Soul would not be able to do it! "

"Maybe Earth Grade Martial Soul can release their soul power at the Martial Disciple stage!"

Everyone observed Wang Dong and saw that his hands were empty. Then, they started to tease him.

Wang Dong ignored the teasing of the crowd and reached his hand into his pocket. The broken blade that Sword Soul left behind quietly turned into a ray of light and came out from his body. It then reformed in his hand.

Wang Dong pretended to fumble around, and waited for the broken sword to reform in his hand, then he took his hand out from his pocket.

"Junior Brother Wang, are you kidding us? Did you get this knife from the firehouse? "

"That's right, with the grand master taking special care of you, you actually used such a broken blade. You're too shabby. The moment you ask, the grand master of various Divine Weapons would give it to you!"

No one felt strange about Wang Dong taking out a long blade from his chest, but what made them curious was the appearance of this broken blade. In their eyes, cutting firewood with this blade was rather dull, not to mention carving the word on this extremely demanding Black Stele.

Wang Dong naturally did not care about the crowd's cold words. The broken sabre was covered in rust and there was an incomplete wound on the tip of the sabre, which made the sabre look extremely indecent. However, Wang Dong carefully examined it as if it was a treasure.

This was the first time he used Blade Saint's broken blade. It was this broken blade that had changed his fate. Wu Tie used his fingers to stroke the handle of his blade and experienced the sensation of his hand. Only then did he raise the blade and point it towards the Black Stele.

"Junior Brother Wang, let's borrow it!" Just as Wang Dong was about to engrave his name onto the paper, he saw a Returning Sea Sect disciple in the next group walk to his side: "Junior Brother Wang, I've been waiting for a long time, let me do it first!"

The Returning Sea Sect disciple said, as he pulled out a shining curved blade from his waist. The blade was exquisite in design, and from a glance, one could tell that it was not an ordinary weapon.

The corner of Wang Dong's mouth twitched. Without thinking about it, he knew that this person was just showing off his tools to him. He shook his head helplessly and was speechless with this person's actions, but he did not show any dissatisfaction.

When the Returning Sea Sect disciple arrived next to the monument, he raised his blade and started carving the words on the monument. Following his actions, everyone immediately burst out in exclamations, his words were deep and strong, wide fingers, and at first glance, one could tell that he had extraordinary strength, and that his blade was definitely not ordinary.

Only then did the Returning Sea Sect disciple put away his blade, cupped his hands, and said: "Junior Brother Wang, you've let me win, I'm Seventh Level Martial Disciple, a Yellow Rank Martial Soul, I'm also proficient in using blades!"

Wang Dong's mouth twitched. He knew that he had awakened an Earth Level Martial Soul, which made many people jealous, especially those disciples of the Yellow Level Martial Soul. He didn't expect to meet one at this time.

"Good saber art, Senior Brother!" Wang Dong nodded and responded to Seventh Level Martial Disciple. On the Black Stele, that person's name was like a sculpture made by a famous expert, it was extremely beautiful, and it really fit Seventh Level Martial Disciple's strength.

Wang Dong didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw Seventh Level Martial Disciple standing by his side in a serious manner, pretending to be waiting for him after Seventh Level Martial Disciple had carved his name.

Would you be happy when you see yourself make a fool of yourself?

Letting out a helpless sigh, Wang Dong raised his broken blade. His expression turned cold, and after activating the All Laws Returning's blade technique, he controlled the broken blade in his hand to chop at the Black Stele.