Martial Cultivator

The prominent figures looked at Wei Xu with icy looks.

The old man pretended to be deaf and mute, not speaking and ignoring the gazes directed at him. After a moment, he simply got up and left.

Wei Xu repeated, "The rules."

Someone said, "He lured the mountain spirit here, causing numerous youngsters to be injured and forced to withdraw. I'm afraid that some people have already died. This is truly despicable. If his qualification isn't revoked, it will be difficult to convince the masses!"

"Absolutely right. The young man's action isn't participating in the competition, but deliberately sabotaging the martial exam. Mr. Wei, you can ask the young cultivators present here if this is acceptable."

Someone immediately spoke up, "No matter what, I propose to immediately revoke that young man's qualification."

The influential figures present looked at Wei Xu. They were currently exerting pressure on him.

This seemingly ordinary scholar had been standing by the lakeside for several days. Today was the first time he walked up to the pavilion and the prominent figures here were demanding that he make a decision. This would likely not be easy for Wei Xu to handle.

However, the big shots were brimming with confidence. It was because even before this, there were things that did not need to be said out loud, and Wei Xu had silently accepted them too.

Now, they believed that he would not persevere too much on this matter either.

Wei Xu shook his head and said, "The rules were not proposed by the imperial court, but the result of your discussions. Now, you're denying them yourself?" "But whether you accept it or not, it doesn't matter. Since the rules have been established, they are set."

His attitude was resolute, surprising people, making it hard to believe he would say such words.

"What if we change this rule immediately?"

An important figure spoke in a cold voice, his tone filled with majesty.

"Then the Myriad Willow Convention will truly become a joke."

Wei Xu looked at him without saying much. In fact, this statement was enough to explain many things. If Myriad Willow Convention's rules were to be changed midway, this reform would lose its meaning and become a laughingstock.

After hearing these words, people fell silent for a while.

The influential figures were not fools. Their previous excitement was simply due to their concern. Now that they had thought it through, they naturally fell silent.

"We can retain the young man's current results, but his qualification must be revoked."

The Sect Master of Qingshan Sect appeared here at some point, looking at Wei Xu and saying, "His result can be retained. If it's still him who takes first place in the end, then he is the winner. Even if he doesn't win, considering his current achievements, I presume that it will be exceedingly good too."

With the Sect Master of Qingshan Sect saying so, it seemed that Chen Chao's result could be retained, which made it somewhat acceptable to others.

Wei Xu did not speak, but he still shook his head.

The atmosphere here became tense for a moment.

The old man returned and looked at everyone present with a smile, asking, "Still arguing?"

The Heavenly Longevity Temple's temple master sighed and looked at the old man with a wry smile, saying, "Great Sage, you got to say something. They've been going back and forth without any reasoning."

The old man glanced at the Heavenly Longevity Temple's temple master and then said, "I can understand everyone's feelings, but since the rules have already been decided before, if the word 'rules' don't hold, we'll all become a joke. Besides, he merely lured a mountain spirit over. You should know that among those children, the two of them aren't present."

Which two?

Naturally, it referred to the highly anticipated Liang Zhao and Song Changxi.

The old man looked at everyone present thoughtfully and said, "Some things aren't as difficult as they seem. Let the children handle their own affairs. If they resolve it well, what's the problem?"

His words served as a wake-up call, and the influential figures fell silent, no longer speaking.

It was only natural for youngsters to handle their own matters.

No one could say anything.

The old man sighed and said, "Besides, don't you all find this martial exam interesting?"

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Chen Chao squatted on a large rock, watching from a distance as the mountain spirit was currently rampaging among the group of cultivators.

He narrowed his eyes as he watched wisps of smoke appear as one person after another was eliminated.

The results were satisfactory.

He was currently waiting for the right timing.

When the mountain spirit was exhausted, he would kill it.

But obviously, this process would take a long time.

For Chen Chao, winning first place in the Myriad Willow Convention was an absolute must. As for these matters, it was simply to vent his frustration.

Retracting his gaze, he took that list out from his bosom.

Earlier before, the Left Guard had obtained for him the list of cultivators participating in the martial exam, and they had ranked these cultivators based on their judgment. The person ranked first on the list was Song Changxi.

Following closely in second place was Liang Zhao.

These two individuals had a higher cultivation realm than him, they had already stepped into the Bitter Sea Realm. If he encountered them, unless necessary, Chen Chao did not want to engage in a fight with them.

And it was very clear that these two did not participate in the massive encirclement against him.

They should still be somewhere killing demons.

However, when it came to killing demons, Chen Chao did not believe they were better at it than himself.

Moreover, as long as he killed this mountain spirit, it was likely that the outcome of this martial exam would be settled.

With this in mind, Chen Chao gripped the hilt of his saber.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed once again.

At the end of the sky, a streak of light fell.

That was a figure!

A radiant figure swiftly streaked across the sky like a falling meteor and just happened to collide with the massive body of the mountain spirit.

The mountain spirit was originally entangled with some cultivators, but at this moment, it suddenly felt a hint of fear. Those huge pair of eyes looked up, and precisely at that moment, a radiant light crashed into it!

Buzz---

A furious roar erupted from the mouth of the mountain spirit and the surrounding debris rose from the ground, surging towards the sky!

However, soon, a long snow-white line suddenly appeared in the sky.

Passing through everything.

That white line looked extremely terrifying, as if it was going to split the heavens and earth in an instant.

This microcosm was presided over by Wei Xu and could only accommodate cultivators who had reached the Bitter Sea realm. At this moment, when this snow-white line appeared, it felt as if it could cut through the entire world.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to tremble.

The cultivators raised their heads one after another and exclaimed in surprise.

"Senior Brother Song!"

Several cries of astonishment sounded out here.

A figure followed slowly behind the white line and appeared here.

It was a tall daoist priest wearing a gray daoist robe. His figure was slender, his appearance handsome, like an immortal who descended from the heavens.

He hovered in front of the mountain spirit, his wide sleeves swaying as his aura surged, causing the mountain spirit to retreat several steps.

At the same time, a golden lightning bolt instantly fell from the sky, striking the mountain spirit.

The mountain spirit raised its head and let out an angry roar, the fur on the top of its head already singed.

However, Song Changxi did not stop. His hands continued to form seals, profound and mysterious waves of aura surging from his body. Behind him, a huge Dharma idol quickly appeared. After it opened up, it was actually even larger than the mountain spirit in front of him.

This was a secret technique of daoism. In reality, similar spells existed among cultivators of various major schools in the world. They might have different names, but the effects were essentially the same.

The dharma idol was enormous, with three heads and six arms, a blue face and protruding fangs. But it emanated a mighty righteous aura without any trace of evil.

Soon, someone recognized that this dharma idol was one of the ancient mountain gods that specialized in lightning techniques. It could be called the most feared existence among the evil spirits of heaven and earth!

As the ancient deity appeared, its six hands swung continuously, quickly engaging in a fierce battle with the mountain spirit.

Song Changxi glanced at everyone present and said, "Those who are injured, leave this area at once. If you cannot hold on, withdraw. Don't sacrifice your lives here. Those who still have the strength to fight, join forces with me! We'll each rely on our own abilities to kill this mountain spirit!"

Song Changxi's words won the favor of many. This highly accomplished foreign cultivator, who was a genius on the Latent Dragon List, had a cultivation realm far beyond theirs in the first place. They originally thought that when he appeared, he would drive them away and kill the mountain spirit by himself in order to gain battle achievements. But they did not expect him to be so magnanimous and display the demeanor of a true gentleman.

"Senior Brother Song, I'll assist you!"

At that moment, several figures leaped up and attacked from a distance, each displaying their own daoist spells.

Song Changxi remained silent, it was that his mind stirred slightly. One of the ancient deity's hands waved and it actually grabbed a bolt of lightning from the heavens, condensing to form a lightning spear! After holding it in its hand, it immediately stabbed towards the mountain spirit!

The demonic creatures were most afraid of lightning techniques, and this ancient deity held a natural advantage towards the mountain spirit to begin with. Furthermore, the mountain spirit was already exhausted and was showing signs of retreating.

It swung a punch and met with that ancient deity's fist.

A mighty aura surged out between the two behemoths, pushing out in all directions. The cultivators who had just leaped up were forced to scatter when confronted by the gale caused by this terrifying aura. They did not dare to continue staying here for a moment longer.

The ancient deity had six arms. At this moment, as their fists clashed, the remaining hands tightly gripped the lightning spear and stabbed downward.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in waves!

Even under the control of Song Changxi, who was only in the Bitter Sea Realm, this ancient deity emanated such a terrifying aura. One could only imagine the spectacle when this daoist prodigy stepped into Nepenthe Realm in the future.