Chapter 37: The Rankings Are Out!
“What a saber!”
A low shout from Lu Qingyang struck Lin Xiao like lightning, shaking his mind and spirit.
He stared at Lu Qingyang in disbelief.
How could this be?
“Dual cultivation of law and body! You’re actually a dual cultivator of law and body!”
“How is this possible!”
Lin Xiao shouted, his mind a complete blank.
He had never imagined that anyone in the Chaotian Sect could cultivate both law and body to such a level!
“Mm, you didn’t lose unjustly.”
Lu Qingyang said no more. He threw a punch.
It landed on Lin Xiao’s nose bridge, directly blasting him away. He crashed through several white jade floor tiles before finally stopping.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed.
Lin Xiao coughed up blood, his face hideous.
His head was dizzy and muddled. His eyelids closed, and he fainted.
“Senior Brother!”
A female Qi Refining disciple hurried over to support him, propping him up and carrying him to the rear to rest.
Below the stage, on the stage, in the air.
Everyone watched Lu Qingyang in dead silence.
No one exclaimed. No one made a sound.
They simply felt it was unbelievable.
In the Chaotian Sect, there were indeed disciples who walked the path of dual cultivation of law and body.
But these people generally chose dual cultivation of law and body only when they had no hope of breaking through, when they could make no further progress in this life.
To enhance their combat power.
After all, dual cultivation of law and body was far too demanding on one’s energy. It was impossible for anyone to manage both.
But someone like Lu Qingyang, who could unleash high-level spell arts with a raise of his hand, and whose body cultivation was equally ferocious, was truly rare.
“Spirit Field Bureau, Lu Qingyang — ten victories!”
After a long while, an aged yet excited voice rang out from the air.
At this, the crowd erupted!
Only Zhang Luanfeng, amidst the crowd, now looked ashen.
“This is impossible… How could this be!”
“Impossible… This is absolutely impossible!”
Zhang Luanfeng muttered to himself.
Everything before his eyes had overturned his understanding.
One year. Dual cultivation of law and body. Ninth layer of Qi Refining!
How could this be!
Zhang Luanfeng suddenly realized that he seemed to have truly provoked the kind of person spoken of in the legends of the Chaotian Sect…
It’s over. Now I’m afraid no one will be willing to come up.
On the arena, Lu Qingyang cast a spell, changed into a white robe, and sat down somewhat helplessly.
Now there was probably no one who couldn’t see that Lu Qingyang had been pretending to be exhausted this whole time.
“Deacon Lu… Deacon Lu is going too far!”
“Ex— Exactly! He treated us like pigs to toy with!”
“How can anyone bully people like this? Too much!”
The many Qi Refining disciples looked at Lu Qingyang on the arena with indignation.
Cultivators on the other arenas also turned their gazes one after another.
“Sorry, sorry.”
Lu Qingyang smiled helplessly, cupping his fists toward the crowd.
He was a completely different person from the cold, saber-wielding figure of moments ago.
High in the sky, Wang Tiande’s gaze flickered, his brows tightly furrowed.
This person must enter my Flame Grass Peak!
He had already favored Lu Qingyang to begin with, but the talent and potential Lu Qingyang displayed made him want to recruit him even more.
At this moment, even with Sun-Moon Peak present, he wanted to fight for him!
In truth, it wasn’t just him. Beside him, Zhao Jianfeng, upon seeing that Lu Qingyang was a dual cultivator of law and body, likewise flashed a trace of burning desire in his eyes.
“Peak Lord, please hurry! If you don’t come soon, the treasure is going to run off!”
Zhao Jianfeng was anxious. He turned his head to look at Sword Ridge Peak behind him.
And in a corner, a figure in blue robes was also watching Lu Qingyang with shining eyes.
“This kid… seems even fiercer than Martial-Uncle Xiaochao was back in his day…”
Time slowly passed. As the sky gradually darkened and the bright moon hung high.
The ten arenas finally quieted down.
Some successfully challenged the arena and then won nine consecutive victories, changing the arena master.
Others, after six or seven victories, forced themselves until their strength was exhausted, and died with hatred.
There were even those who lacked the courage to step forward and challenge, ultimately losing the chance to advance to the Inner Gate.
Among them was Zhang Luanfeng.
Today, he had been thoroughly crushed by the terrifying talent Lu Qingyang displayed.
His Dao heart was already ninety percent destroyed.
By the end, he never dared to step onto the stage, and could only slink down the mountain in disgrace.
And as the unqualified disciples descended the mountain one after another.
The most important scene of the Peak Selection Gathering finally came to a close.
A quarter of an hour later, the arena transformed from the bronze inkstone was withdrawn by Wang Tiande.
The crowd of Qi Refining disciples gathered together.
On Flame Grass Peak, only the sound of panting remained, along with the groans of those healing their injuries.
Amidst the crowd, Lu Qingyang was also healing.
Though he had only suffered a minor wound on his palm.
With his seventh-layer body cultivation, it was nothing at all.
But to make himself seem less out of place, he also put on a show, pulling out pills and beginning to heal.
“The Chaotian Sect’s Peak Selection Gathering is concluded. The rankings are as follows!”
Wang Tiande announced in a loud voice.
“First place, Menial Bureau, Li Buqun, twenty-one victories!”
“Second place, War Execution Bureau, Zhao Kang, eighteen victories.”
“Third place, Law Enforcement Bureau, Yue Qing, sixteen victories.”
“Fourth place, Spell Art Bureau…”
“Fifth place…”
“Tenth place, Lu Qingyang, ten victories.”
He actually came from the Menial Bureau.
Listening to Wang Tiande’s announcement, Lu Qingyang looked at Li Buqun with some surprise.
His injuries were severe. He had been coughing blood the entire time.
Yet he still forced himself to stay standing, not collapsing. Only his face was filled with exhaustion.
From the Menial Bureau, and yet this ferocious. This person might really be a Child of Destiny…
Why do I run into these kinds of people wherever I go?
Lu Qingyang smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He even suspected whether his own constitution was somewhat special.
A pig-digging constitution? A constitution for digging up Chosen Ones?
In truth, toward Chosen One figures like Yang Yu, he actually kept his distance out of respect.
After all, in the novels he had read in his past life, the cannon fodder around the protagonist rarely met a good end.
But toward Li Buqun, he rather admired that unyielding, persistent nature.
“Senior Brother Li, congratulations!”
Lu Qingyang cupped his fists in salute.
“Thank you.”
Li Buqun gave a slight nod, returning the courtesy.
“Which peak does Senior Brother Li plan to enter?”
Lu Qingyang was somewhat curious. Toward someone attending the Peak Selection Gathering a second time, it was hard for him not to be curious.
“Me?”
Hearing this, Li Buqun smiled bitterly.
“Whichever peak will take me, I’ll go there.”
“After all… I’ve already wasted one Foundation Establishment Pill.”
Li Buqun’s voice was somewhat heavy.
Lu Qingyang felt quite uncomfortable hearing it.
He had seen it during today’s battles.
Those Second Generation members from the various bureaus were rarely challenged by anyone.
Only he himself had been fought in rotation, almost continuously.
This kind of behavior made Lu Qingyang, while somewhat admiring Li Buqun, also come to loathe those powerful scions of the various bureaus.
It seems those Outer Gate disciples who didn’t dare challenge them were also afraid of being settled with afterward once they reached Foundation Establishment.
Lu Qingyang guessed part of it, his gaze sweeping over the powerful figures of the various bureaus who were conversing with Song Ge and the other Foundation Establishment True Persons…
“Now the various peaks may select disciples. The selected disciples shall be rewarded with Foundation Establishment Pills, and the peak shall distribute the Peak Selection Gathering ranking rewards.”
Wang Tiande’s voice interrupted everyone’s conversation.
Hearing this, Zhao Jianfeng instantly stepped forward, arriving beside Lu Qingyang.
“Martial-Uncle Wang, my Peak Lord is absent, so I’ll select first. Junior Brother Qingyang, come with me quickly.”
“As for the rest of you, those willing to enter my Sword Ridge Peak, report to the peak on your own.”
With that, Zhao Jianfeng launched his flying sword, pulling Lu Qingyang to leave.