I Have A Cultivation World

Lian Maozhi from Lei Nation, Gu Yan from Rain Country, and Jiang Zongheng from Jian Country have already become true disciples last year.

It should be known that they managed to secure their position among the twenty-four ranks in spite of the absence of Rank-2 magic artifacts and against the competition of fifteen contenders from the three halls and twelve divisions, demonstrating their talent and proficiency in magical duels.

“This year Luo Yixiu has been added, and these four are likely to be considered as the leading candidates for the next generation of true disciples.”

Yuan Chiye implied as he spoke, and currently, a magic duel that was extremely crucial for Chen Mobai was taking place on the fighting stage.

One of the participants was Liu Wenbo, and his opponent was a true disciple from the Body Forging division.

Though Liu Wenbo tried hard, his opponent was stronger; they managed to knock Liu Wenbo off the stage with relative ease, without even using a Rank-2 magic artifact.

“Truly, the reputation of Yun Country’s immortal cultivation world still has to rely on me.”

Beneath the stage, Luo Yixiu, who was waiting for the results of the bout, saw Liu Wenbo knocked off the stage and squinted his eyes as he spoke with a smile to his sister, Luo Yixuan, who was walking over.

“Big Brother is like a fallen heavenly immortal. Only you can inherit Master Chen’s reputation.”

Luo Yixuan knew that two elder cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage were watching them from above, so her words were somewhat more respectful than usual, but Luo Yixiu showed displeasure after hearing her words.

“If I had received a Foundation Building Pill, I would have reached the Foundation Establishment stage two years ago. I am myself, I don’t need to inherit anyone’s reputation.”

Hearing this, Luo Yixuan could only lower her head and give a bitter smile, not daring to say more, so as to not irritate her proud and conceited older brother even further.”

“Wen Bo, after I become a true disciple, I want to gather the Qi Cultivation disciples from the Yun Country within the sect. If you are willing to be my assistant, after my Foundation Establishment, I will give you my position as the true disciple.”

But contrary to her expectation, Luo Yixiu took the initiative to approach Liu Wenbo instead.

Seeing Liu Wenbo and Zhuo Ming standing together, their faces filled with confidence and pride, it seemed as if they did not put any true disciple in their eyes.

“Frogs at the bottom of the well.”

At this, Liu Wenbo only spoke four words, then turned around to leave with Zhuo Ming’s assistance.

“You…”

Luo Yixiu, who had never been treated this way, had a flash of anger in his eyes, but he was rational enough to know that while Liu Wenbo was ordinary, he had at least three Foundation Establishment cultivators from Yun Country behind him, so he could only swallow his anger.

“Hmph, when I become the sect leader, I’ll make him realize that he missed out on an opportunity to ascend to the heavens in a single bound.”

Hearing her brother’s words, Luo Yixuan’s beautiful eyes filled with even more anxiety. She glanced surreptitiously at a window on the second floor from the corner of her eyes, but Luo Yixiu did not notice this at all, as he was already thinking about his opponent in the next round.

Chen Mobai and Yuan Chiye, naturally, saw all this.

“This chap’s attitude will cause him a great deal of trouble in the future. However, your disciple’s spiritual root and talent seem to be inferior to his, you might want to revise your ranking a bit.”

Yuan Chiye sharply critiqued Luo Yixiu, but he did recognize the latter’s talent and naturally shifted the topic to Chen Mobai’s previous comments.

“I was speaking about my little disciple.”

Chen Mobai gestured to Zhuo Ming, who was helping the injured Liu Wenbo. Upon hearing this, Yuan Chiye’s eyes widened, he looked at Zhuo Ming, but he couldn’t see anything extraordinary in her.

“Let’s see again in ten or twenty years, and see if my judgement today holds up.”

Although Chen Mobai was not a professional educator, he had undergone nine years of mandatory education and had studied for six years in the top Daoist academy. He believed that his methods of teaching disciples were far superior to anyone else’s in the Tianhe Realm.

Zhuo Ming had a weak foundation and had chosen the wrong cultivation technique, which delayed her for twenty years and made her seem average and ordinary.

But under Chen Mobai’s tailored guidance, along with her own hard work and the appreciation for this rare opportunity, diligently farming and practicing the Earth Mother Cultivation, the hopes for her to reach Foundation Establishment stage in the future might even surpass Liu Wenbo’s.

“Alright, let’s bet a jar of wine. However, this year’s true disciples are still the old faces. If you were to bestow a powerful Rank-2 magic artifact, your disciple might also become a true disciple.”

“Even if she enters the top twenty-four true disciples this year, how does it matter? There are many big fish lurking beneath the surface. If you don’t believe me, just wait until the round before the Foundation Building Pill is perfected. By then, a Rank-2 magic artifact could be the standard.”

Although Chen Mobai felt regret about Liu Wenbo’s defeat, it was only normal for his main disciple, Liu Wenbo, who had only recently reached the ninth level of Qi Cultivation and whose spiritual power and spell control were far from perfect, to lose. It was essential that he practiced diligently over the next four years.

“To strike iron, one must be strong himself. Currently, due to the lack of Foundation Building Pills, many people are not interested in the position of a true disciple.

But after four years, those at the ninth level of Qi Cultivation who have prospects to become true disciples will borrow a Rank-2 magic artifact as a last resort, even if it means getting into debt.

“There will be Foundation Building Pills next year too, but not many people seem to have gotten that news,”

Yuan Chiye looked at the familiar twenty-four true disciples, and couldn’t help but shake his head, feeling dispirited and ready to leave.

“I informed someone, perhaps there will be a good show.”

Chen Mobai told Yuan Chiye about his notifying Yu Lian, the latter’s eyes lit up immediately.

“This kid Yu Lian, when he joined the sect, he seemed to have already broken through to the ninth level of Qi Cultivation. However, after he became a disciple under Elder Shan, he has been diligently cultivating, even more indifferent to fame and fortune than you. If he’s willing to make a move, there might be a good show this year.”

Right after the last true disciple was confirmed, an elder who was presiding over the sect’s competition was about to announce to resume the fight tomorrow when Yu Lian jumped out.

“I want to challenge a true disciple.”

When he landed on the stage, he did not conceal his cultivation level. The fluctuation of spiritual power of complete ninth level Qi Cultivation caused all remaining disciples of the Divine Wood Sect, numbering in the thousands, to look at him.

“Who do you want to challenge?”

The presiding elder, after confirming that Yu Lian had not registered this year, nodded and asked.

“Him.”

Without any hesitation, Yu Lian pointed at Luo Yixiu, who was sitting below the stage watching the show.

“Me?”

Luo Yixiu opened his eyes wide, incredulously pointed at himself, then a surge of anger rushed to his heart. Before the elder could ask him if he was willing to accept the challenge, he immediately guided a flying sword onto the stage.

“Yu Lian, you came at just the right time. Since we were in Bud Hall, I’ve had my eyes on you. If it weren’t for the rules that new disciples can’t duel, I would have shown everyone that I’m the rightful first place in our batch.”

Luo Yixiu’s attitude left the elder presiding over the sect competition speechless. Following the sect’s rules, he asked again.

“Are you willing to accept his challenge? You have the right to refuse.”

“I accept. I want him to know that he’s picked the most impossible opponent to defeat.”

In Luo Yixiu’s cold smile, he held another defensive magic weapon in his hand. He also had a Rank-2 treasure given by his family to ensure his position as a true disciple.

However, he felt that, to deal with Yu Lian, two Rank-1 magic artifacts would be enough.

“Then let it begin.”

After the elder announced, he flew down from the stage. At the same time, a gleam of light shone in Yu Lian’s eyes. He then drew a sharp long knife with a silver glow from his sleeve.

The dazzling light of the blade seemed like a surging sea of snow, covering half of the stage in an instant.

This long knife was actually a Rank-2 magic artifact.

Yu Lian didn’t hold anything back with his first move. His years of life and death battles made him understand the importance of taking the initiative.

In just an instant, Luo Yixiu wore a shocked face and hastily brought out his secondary Rank-2 magic artifact. The artifact was a bowl, a defensive weapon.

But due to inadequate preparation, the bowl hadn’t absorbed enough spiritual power and the defensive aura failed to function. The moment it made contact, it was knocked away by the silver long knife.

Fortunately, Yu Lian knew that he was currently a disciple of the Divine Wood Sect. When his knife reached Luo Yixiu’s neck, he reversed the knife and knocked Luo Yixiu’s chest with the back of the knife.

Even so, the chilling knife aura invaded his body, causing Luo Yixiu to spit out blood while he was knocked off the stage.

“If he calls himself second rank, I would agree.”

Seeing this scene, Yuan Chiye nodded, acknowledging Chen Mobai’s previous assessment.