Chapter 16: Three Hundred and Fifty-One
【Sprint Mission: Pass the Inner Sect Grand Trial and become Shen Songhe’s disciple.】
【Here Qingqing must remind the Host, there is only one chance~ Please impress everyone with your strength, Host!】
Feng Shi nodded.
He didn’t think there was any problem on the competition level; the only things worrying him were Shen Songhe and Qiu Changzhou.
When they met again in the main hall, he wondered what the scene would be like.
Qingqing comforted from the side: 【Don’t overthink it, Host Big Shot. Just go with the flow~】
Feng Shi: “You’re right. Let’s go; there are still two days left. I’ll focus on cultivating some more.”
It was a pity the newly acquired personal space couldn’t be used; otherwise, cultivation would definitely yield twice the result with half the effort.
Putting away the panel, Feng Shi lowered his head and returned to the room.
The group of people who had been discussing fiercely just now were no longer inside. On the large communal sleeping platform, only a man in a blue shirt sat cross-legged. His old clothes were patched, and his long hair was loose, obscuring his appearance.
Feng Shi walked closer and looked at him a couple more times. Slowly, he found this person looked somewhat familiar. But before he could see clearly, the other party had already looked up at him.
Feng Shi thought so that’s it in his heart, then forced a smile and greeted the person: “What a coincidence, Little Brother Feng.”
Feng Zhun frowned, shifting his gaze away from Feng Shi, and said coldly: “Not a coincidence.”
Feng Shi shrugged secretly, not boring himself by talking to the other party any further.
Feng Zhun was exactly one of the group of people who frequently came to challenge Feng Shi when he was in the outer sect.
Although having said that, Feng Zhun’s personality wasn’t like the others. He was the youngest in that group and always stood at the very back. Feng Shi had never seen him make a move, nor did he know that at such a young age, he was actually already at Foundation Establishment.
Feng Shi shook his head, sighing that this was true talent.
The other party was two years younger than his current body, and grew up in a place with thin spiritual energy like the outer sect. To reach today’s stage was truly not easy.
He gathered his thoughts and sat down at a spot neither too far nor too close to Feng Zhun. Just as he crossed his legs preparing to enter meditation…
“Why are you here?”
The person beside him suddenly spoke at this moment.
“Ah?” Feng Shi opened his eyes, thinking he had heard wrong.
Turning his head, Feng Zhun was indeed looking at him, that was right.
“Were you lying to us?” Feng Zhun asked again, this time with some anger in his tone.
Feng Shi reacted and rubbed his forehead. He indeed hadn’t told the truth, but it was normal for cultivators to reserve their strength: “I just didn’t want too much trouble.”
Feng Zhun’s thin eyebrows furrowed even tighter. He didn’t speak. After a long while, he coldly spat out a sentence: “If we face each other, you won’t win.”
Looking at the other party’s body, which was very frail due to malnutrition, Feng Shi murmured with a smile: “Is that so? Then we must not run into each other…”
After saying that sentence, Feng Zhun ignored Feng Shi.
Not long after, the others in the room also returned one after another, quietly sinking into cultivation.
Just like this, a room full of people passed two days relatively harmoniously.
During these two days, Feng Shi didn’t go out once, constantly trying to sense the condensation of the Golden Core. But no matter how he tried to comprehend, he couldn’t grasp a single clue.
【Host, accumulate points quickly, and you can buy our product ‘Carp Leaping Over Dragon Gate’~ ‘Carp Leaping Over Dragon Gate’ solves all your blockage problems~】
Feng Shi was a bit tempted: “Really? How many points?”
【Host Big Shot, member discount is only 10,000 points~】
Feng Shi: “Not bad, just useless.”
Let alone 10,000 points, he couldn’t even squeeze out a single coin right now. Better to cultivate steadily on his own.
The competition was divided into three days. First was naturally testing the disciples’ comprehensive strength, and second was testing their mental state.
On the first day, Feng Shi faced ten people. All were defeated within ten moves. He was easily sent into the second day’s finals.
Returning to the residence after finishing, those few people who had been discussing actively in the room before were actually packing their bundles to leave, looking dejected.
Seeing Feng Shi sitting, one of them kindly came over to ask him: “Dare ask where Fellow Daoist is from; do you want to take the same spirit boat with us?”
Feng Shi smiled politely in return: “No, I still have to participate in tomorrow’s competition. Many thanks.”
Hearing him say this, those people’s faces instantly looked like they had eaten sh*t, turning iron-green as they left quickly.
Feng Shi’s gaze fell on the asparagus fern outside the window. After waiting for a while, he finally saw that familiar figure come in from outside.
Seeing Feng Shi, Feng Zhun didn’t show much surprise on his face and walked quietly to his own bed.
Feng Shi rested his chin on his hand and smiled, his tone sincere: “Congratulations, Little Brother Feng.”
Hearing this, Feng Zhun glanced at him. Although his expression was still cold, there was joy between his brows that couldn’t be ignored: “You too.”
Feng Shi: “Sigh, maybe we can cultivate together in the future. Whose sect do you want to join?”
Feng Zhun was in a good mood and was willing to say more to him: “Lingyu Peak.”
“Oh—” Feng Shi thought for a moment and found he didn’t know this peak.
“I want to go to Yihe Peak (Recalling Crane Peak), to acknowledge Immortal Lord Yubai as master.”
Feng Zhun hmphed, making no comment: “Each according to ability.”
Feng Shi smiled, understanding the young man’s pride.
He thought: Feng Zhun isn’t old; being like this is livelier, like a child.
On the second day, Feng Shi faced a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator in the first match.
The opponent’s movement techniques were strange and messy, a bit tricky to deal with. He spent some time before winning.
The Grand Trial stipulated that one couldn’t cause irreversible damage to the opponent, so Feng Shi stopped at the appropriate point. The opponent bowed to him after admitting defeat and went down.
Afterward, Feng Shi won two more matches.
Just as he thought, everything went smoothly until noon on the second day.
As long as he won the last match in the afternoon, he could participate in the mental state trial on the third day.
After the morning session ended, Feng Shi didn’t return to his residence but wandered around various arenas, looking for Feng Zhun.
The battle situation on Feng Zhun’s side was deadlocked. Listening to people around, this match had been fought for nearly more than half a two-hour period (shichen).
Feng Shi pushed through the crowd curiously to look, only to see the opponent standing opposite Feng Zhun was none other than the Elder Han from the outer sect!
“Admit defeat! Can you still hold on, at such an old age…” A man standing next to Feng Shi shouted, his tone holding a bit of helplessness.
“Yeah, admit defeat! Why still pestering? Wasting time!”
Feng Shi glanced at the battle situation.
Indeed, on the stage, winning and losing had actually been decided.
Elder Han was in tears, his originally neatly combed hair bun scattered. He knelt on the ground wretchedly, unable to stand up.
And in front of Elder Han was Feng Zhun with a bewildered face, the young man’s straight body bending slightly.
“Elder Han, I…”
“I admit defeat.”
Seemingly having thoroughly accepted his fate, Elder Han lowered his head dejectedly under the urging of the crowd and threw away the broken sword in his hand.
With meager immortal destiny and insufficient talent, it would have been better never to have expected anything.
Feng Shi sighed. Whether in the current world or the original world, there was never a lack of pitiful people who couldn’t get what they sought.
As one match ended and numbers were re-arranged, Feng Zhun soon welcomed a new opponent.
This was the last match of the morning. Feng Zhun had a bye in the afternoon. As long as he won this match, he could stay until tomorrow.
Feng Shi stood below the stage with a smile, thinking about how to celebrate with the other party later.
“Look quickly, it’s Three Hundred and Fifty-One!”
“It’s really him! Then this Four Hundred and Ten definitely can’t win!”
The crowd boiled over for some reason. Feng Shi hugged his sword curiously and looked following everyone’s line of sight.
He saw a dashing young man wearing a black belted robe walking over from not far away.
“Three Hundred and Fifty-One! Three Hundred and Fifty-One!”
The shouts rose one after another. Originally, there weren’t many people in front of the arena, but now, in just a moment, it was crowded with people. It seemed they were all attracted by this Three Hundred and Fifty-One.
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