novelSikong Jiantian's Scheme, Competition
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It was the eve of the great battle.
Late at night, the sky was full of stars.
Sikong Jiantian was seated quietly in the main hall of a residence.
There was a figure kneeling before him.
"Lord Sikong, the latest news from the Heavenly Supervisory is that the Fiendcelestial Cult has already sent the 72 Earthly Fiends to the Qingzhou Ancient City."
"The superiors have instructed that all losses will be your full responsibility, Lord Sikong."
His voice was emotionless.
"72 Earthly Fiends? They really think highly of me."
Sikong Jiantian was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he had actually attracted the 72 Earthly Fiends.
The Fiendcelestial Cult was an evil cult that was famous not because of its power but its brutality. They were holding a sacrificial ritual to revive a Fiendcelestial where humans would be sacrificed alive. That was against the bottom line of the orthodox cultivators.
In the Fiendcelestial Cult, there was a sect master and a deputy sect master, as well as the Four Kings of Hell, the 36 Heavenly Spirits, and 72 Earthly Fiends, followed by commanders of troops of 10, 000, 1, 000, and 100.
The 72 Earthly Fiends were all Golden Core realm cultivators and the highest-ranking ones might have even reached the Nascent Soul realm.
Sikong Jiantian didn't expect them to deploy the 72 Earthly Fiends because of him.
However, that was not the point.
"I have to bear full responsibility? If I settle it perfectly, what reward will the Heavenly Supervisory give me?"
Sikong Jiantian said.
"The higher-ups said that this is your duty and you are supposed to handle it well in the first place. If you fail to do a good job, please go back and prepare to be punished, Lord Sikong."
The other party's voice was calm, indifferent, and void of emotions.
Sikong Jiantian couldn't help but frown.
However, he soon shook his head.
He said, "Go tell the higher-ups that I've deliberately appeared this time to make them reveal themselves. They will definitely come to the Qingzhou Ancient City tomorrow to watch the battle. By then, it will be show time."
"They are shocking others but don't know what I'm thinking."
"Do you really think that I came to Qingzhou Ancient City without any preparation? I'll have all their underlings killed before the arrival of the 72 Earthly Fiends. By then, I will hang all their corpses above the city entrance, so that the people of the Ten Nations can see what happens if they join the Fiendcelestial Cult."
After saying that, he stood up and instructed, "Okay, resume your duties."
"Yes."
The latter did not have any emotions and simply disappeared straight on the spot.
Just like that, time passed slowly.
It was dawn.
The sky was a little bright.
The Qingzhou Ancient City was extremely crowded, especially today, because of the battle between Ye Ping and Wang Minghao, as well as that between Sikong Jiantian and Su Changyu.
The prices of the seats for the viewing of the Sword Dao Meet were hiked to 1, 000 taels of gold, allowing the governors of the Qingzhou Ancient City to make a huge profit.
However, a figure looked extremely lonely.
Li Changye dragged his exhausted self out of Qingzhou Ancient City.
The gaze in his eyes was extremely complicated.
Initially, he thought that this was the beginning of his road to invincibility, but he didn't expect it to be the end.
However, he did not feel that his Sword Dao was too weak. He just felt that he had been too careless.
However, defeat is defeat.
Despite his immense reluctance, Li Changye nonetheless chose to leave this sad city.
He wanted to go back and look for his master, but he didn't know if he had failed.
He had no choice but to look for his master.
Just as Li Changye walked out of the ancient city, a figure hurriedly caught up with him.
It was the apothecary who helped the participants heal their wounds.
"Li Changye, Li Changye."
The apothecary looked extremely anxious and panicky.
Li Changye turned around, curious about what the apothecary wanted.
"Li Changye, I'm so forgetful that I forgot to tell you something. Do you still remember Ye Ping?"
The apothecary panted heavily.
"Yes..."
Li Changye felt a little upset when he heard Ye Ping's name, but considering the fact that the other party was an apothecary who saved his life, Li Changye had no choice but to bear with it.
"Ye Ping entrusted me to relay a message to you. He wants me to tell you that he really didn't mean it. He just didn't understand what you meant and he wanted me to ask you for your residential address so that he can visit you one day to apologize to you."
The apothecary said seriously.
Li Changye was speechless and confused.
'What do you mean?'
'You want to come and humiliate me?'
'You didn't mean to defeat me?'
'Ye Ping, I'm going to fight you. '
After hearing that, Li Changye's face was flushed
He was infuriated.
'I'm already leaving and you still want to humiliate me?'
He suddenly wanted to vomit blood again.
The apothecary hurriedly took out a bottle of blood-nourishing pills and said, "Your injuries are serious, take this bottle of pills with you. Don't put on a strong front again in the future, the sword will not have mercy on its targets."
"Changye, why are you crying?"
"Don't cry, men shouldn't cry. You just lost a sword trial. You can just try again next year. This year, there are indeed a lot of experts. Come again next time. If you are lucky, you might be able to get into the top 500."
"Don't cry, don't cry."
The apothecary kept comforting Li Changye.
The latter headed straight towards the city without uttering a single word.
He decided not to go back as he wanted to challenge Ye Ping one-on-one after the Sword Dao Meet ended.
If he didn't win, he wouldn't be able to bear the anger.
"Ah!"
Li Changye walked towards the city, looking unusually agitated.
At this moment, in the ancient city.
A ray of sunlight was cast on Ye Ping's body.
At this moment, Ye Ping could not help but open his eyes.
On the eve of the great battle, he had been comprehending the sword intent.
When he was outside the Qingzhou Ancient City the other day, Ye Ping could have condensed his sword intent, but in the end, he chose not to because the Heavenly River Swordsmanship and Four Thunder Sword Technique were not the most suitable sword intent for him.
That was also the reason why Ye Ping had been pondering during this period of time and trying to find out what kind of sword intent he needed.
He wanted to know what kind of sword intent he should condense.
There were three realms of swordsmanship.
Sword move, sword momentum, and sword intent.
Once one condensed the sword intent, they would be able to suppress others, regardless of the latter's sword momentum.
Hence, Ye Ping was eager to condense his sword intent sooner.
However, after thinking hard for seven days, he still couldn't condense the sword intent. Fortunately, the Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet was almost over.
'After the Sword Dao Meet is over, I will return to the sect and ask Senior Brother for some advice. '
Thinking of this, Ye Ping sorted out his emotions and headed to the Sword Dao Meet.
Now that he had made it to the top four, Ye Ping was in quite a good mood.
Although it had been effortless for him, it didn't matter because the Sect Leader told him he would be able to become an official disciple as long as he could get a good ranking.
Ye Ping did not intend to come in first place. The ranking didn't matter to him as long as he could become an official disciple.
With those thoughts in mind, Ye Ping headed to the Sword Dao Meet.
The people at the Sword Dao Meet had already formed a huge wall as it was extremely crowded. Even some nearby restaurants were crowded and packed with people too, which was a rare sight.
As Ye Ping appeared, deafening yelling and cheering filled the air.
"Ye Ping, Ye Ping!"
"Ye Ping is here! Ahh, Senior Brother Ye Ping looks even more suave today."
"Senior Brother? Sister, look at how old you are. Isn't it a little inappropriate for you to call him Senior Brother?"
"It's none of your business how old I am. I'm a young woman and I'm young at heart."
"What do you mean? I really don't understand, why do you female cultivators have so many tricks?"
"Please, don't talk anymore, I can't stand it."
Everyone at the Sword Dao Meet was talking incessantly.
Ye Ping had already gotten used to that scene. After all, he had garnered plenty of fans in Jin Nation when he was a famous literary figure. Although it was less exaggerated, he nonetheless had many avid fans. Li Yu was an example.
An hour later, someone spoke.
"The battle of the Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet final four has begun. Ye Ping VS Wang Minghao."
Two figures slowly appeared in the main ring.
Ye Ping looked refined and easy-going, emitting the aura of a Confucian Immortal.
On the other hand, Wang Minghao looked ordinary, but he definitely had extraordinary abilities since he won eight bouts in a row.
A lot of people were watching that battle with great interest.
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