A life of clearness

Chapter 79 Arena
Rong Qing was being led by Chu Yuan to shrink the distance to an inch, and when she stepped to the edge of the terrace, the accident just happened.

The feeling of shrinking the distance into an inch was extremely wonderful, but she didn't have time to think about it anymore.

Among the many stone tablets blocking the sky, there was a stone tablet engraved with the words "Xuan Feng" which suddenly emitted a stream of light and flew towards the inspector standing in the air.

The inspector had been watching the battles on the sky terrace from high above, and when he suddenly encountered this unexpected change, he subconsciously caught the stream of light before he had time to be surprised. The stream of light condensed into a jade slip in his palm.

He probed into one of them with his spiritual consciousness, and his expression changed instantly. This scene made many monks who also noticed the change and were watching the inspector nervous. Many old monks who had experienced many openings of the sky were even more shocked. Such a change had never happened before.

The inspector was a very important person. Even though the information in the jade slip made him unhappy, his expression remained cold for only a moment, and then he chose one of the platforms below.

There weren't many platforms marked with wind-type single spiritual roots. Among the ten thousand, there were only three. After all, they were mutant spiritual roots, so even in Cangliuzhou, where there were many single spiritual root cultivators, there wouldn't be too many...

A man in a green Taoist robe, with a cultivation base of the early Nascent Soul stage, had just defeated a late Golden Core cultivator. He did not dare to slack off, and took out the pills from his storage bag on the stage and took them, taking the time to recover his spiritual energy. For the time being, no one came up to the stage to challenge him again.

He glanced at the other two wind-type spiritual root climbing platforms with a subtle look, and thought to himself, "Fortunately, among the wind-type spiritual root cultivators, there are only two with higher cultivation than me. I will come to this arena after they have chosen their arena. As long as I am careful and cautious next time, this spot will definitely be mine."

The male cultivator calmed down a little, but he never expected that just the next moment after this thought, a force swept him up and sent him to the stands.

Although this force was gentle, it was far beyond what this Nascent Soul stage male cultivator could resist.

He didn't react at first, and just instinctively struggled and observed the situation around him... He saw that the text on the platform that was originally marked with a single wind spiritual root suddenly changed, and another spiritual root requirement emerged.

The three spiritual roots are gold, wood and earth.

All the monks who saw this sudden change gasped or talked in low voices, and there were millions of monks in the stands, and at this moment they gathered in an uproar.

"Unfair!" A roar suddenly erupted from the stands. Everyone looked over and saw the unlucky male cultivator who was pulled away from the Sky Platform. Apparently, he had figured it out. Since the number of candidates had to be changed, the inspector selected the one with the lowest cultivation level among the three Sky Platforms and eliminated him.

"Why change the quota at the last minute? The opening ceremony is so grand, how can you change the candidates so easily? How can there be any fairness?" The male cultivator was furious. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he couldn't help but vent his anger. "I have not broken any rules. Why do you want to disqualify me?"

"How dare you!" An elder male cultivator rushed over with a stern face, ready to take away the young man who dared to speak so bluntly.

But what was even faster than that was the cold snort from the inspector.

The Nascent Soul male cultivator suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, the scent of blood filled his nose, it turned out to be the essence of his heart. His face became visibly weaker.

"Why should I report to you guys about what I do?" The inspector lowered his head, his face turning completely cold.

Most cultivators in Cangliuzhou had never seen such an inspector... and those cultivators who had seen one before, even if they had now reached extremely high levels of cultivation, trembled slightly when they saw this familiar scene, and dared not say a word, for fear of being noticed by the inspector.

The Nascent Soul male cultivator stared blankly at the gloomy inspector, unable to believe it.

The inspector has always had a good temper. Moreover, as the leader of Cangliuzhou, he has been impartial and self-disciplined for thousands of years. Even Rong Qing was amazed that the inspector was so conscientious despite his high level of cultivation. Even a small sect like Baishi Temple had to be personally inspected for entry and exit of Cangliuzhou.

Some elders of long-standing families in the main city may not be as powerful as the inspectors, but because they live in seclusion and rarely show themselves in front of others, they appear even more mysterious and fearful.

Although this Nascent Soul male cultivator has a high level of cultivation, he is actually not very old. Relying on his high talent, he was spoiled by his clan all the way and naturally cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage. He had met the inspector many times, and each time the inspector was very kind to him, a junior. After that, he could no longer tell the actual difference between him and the inspector. So this time, he dared to question the inspector in public.

"They are all a bunch of trash." The inspector looked at the millions of Cangliuzhou monks below. As he got angry, they turned from high-spirited to trembling quails. He couldn't tell whether he was more angry or disappointed.

Since they were forced to retreat to this continent and settled in a place called Cangliu, these people have become increasingly insignificant from generation to generation... How can they even talk about returning to the North?

Don't be fooled by the fact that the fighting on the ring is so colorful and magnificent now. That's because not a single cultivator from another continent has been defeated. If they really face off against the geniuses from the north, none of these arrogant rookies from the noble families will be able to defeat them.

The extremely powerful pressure from the God of Incarnation enveloped every cultivator below. The original noise had long since subsided automatically, and the cultivators of Cangliuzhou finally remembered that no matter how smiling the inspector was, he was a real God of Incarnation. He didn't even need to do it himself, just a thought, and the vast pressure like the sea could easily crush them.

This is a huge gap. If you are in a place as chaotic as the North, where there are so many desperate cultivators, this truth is engraved in your bones. The further you advance on the path of cultivation, the more you have to respect the high-level powerful cultivators...

"I finally understand." Rong Qing murmured. The pressure from the inspector made her feel uncomfortable, like a mountain pressing down on her shoulders. Fortunately, there was no killing intent in the pressure, so she was not injured. As a bystander, she also felt that the inspector was too indulgent to the monks of Cangliuzhou. These monks lost some of their fierceness and hostility, and were full of self-righteous arrogance.

"As long as one has enough talent and resources, it is not too difficult to cultivate to this stage within one's lifespan. However, the probability of cultivating to the God Transformation Stage is less than one in a million, which is extremely difficult. All cultivators who can reach the God Transformation Stage are not easy to mess with." Rong Qing thought to himself, and glanced at Chu Yuan with a veiled look. "Even if I don't want to do it in my heart, I can only take it step by step. If I really have to face three God Transformation Stage cultivators, it would be like seeking death."

The two sword masters Chongyu and Chongji were cold-natured, and the sword master Jiming was even more elusive. If she thought she could easily challenge the authority of the God of Transformation like those Cangliuzhou cultivators, then the fate that awaited her would be even worse than that of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"All rules remain unchanged, and the competition will continue." The inspector withdrew his pressure.

Millions of cultivators felt their bodies relax, without the intimidation of the pressure, and all of them breathed a sigh of relief. As for the Nascent Soul male cultivator who was blinded by anger, he finally came to his senses this time, and was taken back to the mansion by the family elders with a gloomy face to be taught a lesson.

After this incident, the fight seemed to continue in an orderly manner, but under the watchful eyes of the Inspector, the cultivators of Cangliuzhou actually restrained their impetuousness... It seemed that the Inspector's anger was not in vain.

At the same time, monks from other continents began to take action.

A woman in green clothes flew from the stands into a ring marked with a single wood spiritual root. She pulled out a jade flute from her sleeve, opened her mouth slightly, and a sudden high-pitched sound turned into a sword, forcing the Yuanying stage cultivator on the ring to retreat suddenly. There was a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, and a streak of blood slid from the corner of his mouth.

However, this was not the end. The female cultivator was agile and suddenly approached, and the jade flute tapped the opponent's body 16 times. Each of them hit the key point of the opponent's spiritual energy flow. The jade flute did not hit the male cultivator directly, but tapped in the air at a distance of a palm.

The sixteen consecutive strikes were completed almost instantly. Every strike in the air created visible ripples. The invisible shock force contained in them caused the male cultivator to be seriously injured in the blink of an eye. The originally tall figure was lightly shaken off the ring like a falling leaf.

"Phoenix of Dayue Mountain." Rong Qing's eyes flashed.

It took only three breaths from the time the female cultivator stepped onto the stage to the time she won the championship. Her opponent was not a cultivator of a low realm, but a real late Nascent Soul cultivator.

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This arena instantly attracted a large number of eyes. Millions of eyes gathered here, as if it were real.

"Da Yue Mountain mainly practices music magic, but the music cultivators are not strong in combat, so Feng Huang'er, a body-cultivating anomaly, became famous in the North. And this fame is entirely due to Feng Huang'er." Rong Qing looked at Feng Huang'er on the stage. She was wearing green clothes, with a straight back, and a huge phoenix was embroidered with gold thread from the cuffs to the back of her robe. This robe was said to be part of her early opportunities, and it became a conspicuous symbol of Feng Huang'er as she fought all the way.

"Are you going to the ring?" Rong Qing asked Chu Yuan beside her. The two of them stood in a secluded corner, but it did not prevent them from watching the fight on the Tiantai stage. "I plan to go." She saw that there were already two foundation-building cultivators fighting on the three-spiritual-roots ring, but compared with the grand magic lights of many Nascent Soul cultivators on other rings, it was not enough.

Even if they were at the same level of cultivation, there was still a big gap between the Cangliuzhou cultivators who had not undergone the brutal training and the cultivators from other continents. If we had to wait until the last day, at the last moment, to take the title, it would be too disrespectful. This would be like slapping the face of the inspector. Rong Qing believed that Chu Yuan would be aware of this truth.

After Fenghuang'er left the stage, several independent cultivators and sect geniuses from other continents also appeared. Although Rong Qing had never seen them with her own eyes, she had always heard about the deeds of these geniuses and the characteristics of their fighting methods, so she could still distinguish them. They chose this time to leave the stage, which was also considered to be a courtesy to the guests.

"I don't have to fight in person." Chu Yuan whispered. The pure black embroidery on his snow-white coat suddenly stretched out, and in a moment it turned into a black flying bird, flapping its wings and landing on one of the arenas.

On the ice-type single-spiritual-root arena, there were originally two Nascent Soul cultivators who had been fighting for a long time because of the small difference in their cultivation. As soon as the black bird entered, it flew between the two. Its wings were like knives, leaving marks wherever it passed. Two blood lines suddenly appeared on their chests.

"Hmm." A muffled groan sounded, and the next moment the scene was even more tragic. The blood line suddenly expanded, and actually split their bodies in half.

In the severe pain, both of them made up their minds and tried their best to control their bodies to fly out of the ring. Only the physical body was injured, but the Yuanying was fine, so there was still hope. If they stayed any longer, they might not be able to keep their lives!

So cruel. Rong Qing's eyes were stern. Chu Yuan had been too good to her during this period, but the scene on the stage reminded her that Chu Yuan was not someone who could be bullied. He was good to you just because he wanted to be good to you. Judging from his behavior, he was not like the Sword Master Chongyu, but more like his master Ji Ming.

The black bird that Fu Xiu transformed into was not lifelike, but just a simulated form. However, the simple and bloody scene on the ring just now obviously shocked most of the cultivators. If they were not very confident, I am afraid no one would dare to try this ring.

The runes embroidered on the outer coat were mainly used for killing, and their sharpness was no less than that of some magic weapons. Even so, it still depended on the strength of its owner. Rong Qing recalled the outer coat she had left outside and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The Yuanying Zhenjun present were all very discerning. This rune was extraordinary. It was still so powerful even without the rune paper. There was no need to imagine the strength of its owner. Some of the more experienced ones had already vaguely guessed the origin of this rune. Therefore, unless they were stupid, they all looked away and dared not think about this arena anymore.

Rong Qing took a deep breath, nodded to Chu Yuan beside her, and flew towards her own arena.

"Although I have reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, my combat power is enough to fight against the Nascent Soul cultivators here." Her eyes became even colder, "I must not lose this place!"

Has anyone really seen this? (Ｔ▽Ｔ) The comment section is so cold that I am shivering
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