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Master Bai Ruowei's departure was not hidden for long.
After all, Bai Ruowei was the chief of Daluo Peak. It was impossible for her to not appear for a long time.
Before the annual sect competition began, the peak masters had to gather for a meeting.
Bai Ruowei's absence made the sect master and the peak masters feel that something was wrong.
He then ordered his men to head to the great Luo Feng.
Qin Ming knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he could only go down the mountain and explain to the sect master and the peak masters.
The giants of the Upper Realm descended to the mortal world to undergo the tribulation?
When the sect master and the peak masters learned of Bai Ruowei's situation, their eyes widened.
Then…
"Ahahaha…"
“……”
Qin Ming was dumbfounded. Why were the sect master and the peak masters so excited when they learned that his master had returned to the Upper Realm?
Let's go!
That lady had finally left!
Only the heavens knew how unfairly they had been oppressed when Bai Ruowei was around!
"Sect Master, I think we should celebrate for three days!”
Great Elder Ming Chuan shed tears of joy.
"Cough cough…"
Sect Master Ming Yang almost agreed, but when he noticed that Qin Ming hadn't left, he quickly stopped smiling and said seriously,"
"Qin Ming, you should go back first. In the future, you will be the chief of Daluo Peak, but won't it be too quiet for you to be alone?”
Ming Yang narrowed his eyes, thinking about recommending his daughter to Luo Feng.
Since Bai Ruowei was a big shot of the Upper Realm, she must have left a lot of good things for Qin Ming and the others.
"Grandmaster."
"No need. I'm used to being quiet. I'm not used to having too many people.”
"Moreover, I have two junior sisters, so I won't feel lonely.”
Qin Ming shook his head.
He understood what the sect master was thinking.
Ming Chan was an extremely beautiful girl.
It was a pity.
They were not fated.
"Alright then."
Ming Yang felt that it was a pity.
Qin Ming looked in the direction of Luo Feng and smiled.
Even though Big Luo Feng was quiet, the scenery was beautiful and no one disturbed him.
Usually, the two junior sisters would be in seclusion for a long time.
After his master Bai Ruowei left, Qin Ming understood a lot.
The experts in this world were like a forest. If they were not careful, they might die.
Due to his current limitations, it was impossible for him to break through.
However, they could cultivate divine arts.
He could even comprehend the Dao!
His cultivation was too easy to obtain.
He had never experienced the hardships of cultivation.
He did not experience the process.
He was still inferior to cultivators who cultivated step by step.
He wanted to comprehend the Dao.
He observed the mountains, rivers, Yin and Yang, watched the sun rise and set, and comprehended the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
Thinking of this.
A look of determination appeared on his face.
After he returned to Luo Feng, he immediately took out a sword and practiced the simplest sword drawing technique.
Clang!
He focused and drew his sword.
He did not use any Dharmic powers or Essence Soul.
Just like an ordinary person, he focused on drawing his sword.
His movements were not fast.
This was because he had to concentrate and observe the changes in each sword strike.
This way, it would consume a lot of energy.
He didn't feel bored repeating the same action.
Feeling mentally exhausted, he sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, befriending the bright moon and the cool breeze.
His state of mind was unprecedentedly calm.
The disciples of the Bright Moon Pavilion would deliver food for three meals a day.
Cultivators had long abstained from eating, but they had not abandoned their eating habits.
Cultivation was boring to begin with. If he was deprived of even food, life would be much less fun.
If he was thirsty, he would get some spring water to drink.
After dinner.
He began to practice.
The fist manual was the most basic secret manual of the Bright Moon Pavilion, the Spiritual Ocean Tier fist technique.
Qin Ming clenched his fists, his gaze becoming domineering like a ferocious tiger descending a mountain.
Boom!
He punched out.
The void rumbled.
A strong wind swept in all directions.
At dusk, he ended his cultivation.
After dinner, he went into the library to read.
He would not let go of any book.
At night, he did not cultivate. Instead, he went to sleep like a mortal.
Day after day.
His aura became more mellow and illusory.
However…
There was still a long way to go before he returned to his original state.
Qin Ming practiced fist, palm, saber, and sword techniques every day.
After dinner, he would go to the library pavilion to read for four hours. His life was very fulfilling.
During this period of time, his state of mind had been sublimated, and his aura had become more and more ordinary.
He was dressed in white.
His gentle and refined temperament was not like that of a cultivator. Instead, he was like a scholar in a mortal dynasty.
Through this period of time, he was no longer as sharp as before.
In the past, he was like a divine sword that could not hide its sharpness.
That was because he rarely cultivated, resulting in his strength not being integrated.
Through this period of time, his strength was finally at his fingertips. He could be considered a qualified Saint expert!
During this period of time, Ming Yue and her senior sisters and brothers often went up the mountain to communicate with him.
He didn't put on the airs of the head of the table and communicated with them in a friendly and cordial manner.
He also refined a few cauldrons of pills for them.
The First Elder was more easy-going, and his disciples were also raised freely.
Therefore, he had no choice.
As a result, the cultivation of the First Elder's disciples was not outstanding.
However, there was also an advantage. The foundation of the First Elder's disciples was stable, and their mental state far exceeded that of disciples of the same realm.
This state of mind was hard to come by. He was seeking a breakthrough in nature.
It was in line with the natural way of Taoism.
Recently, there was a grand occasion in the Bright Moon Pavilion.
The Bright Moon Pavilion was about to hold a sect disciple competition. At that time, all the disciples of the nine peaks would sign up to participate.
There were a total of nine Chiefs in the Bright Moon Pavilion.
The nine heads were in charge of the nine peaks.
Each peak had its own inheritance.
The so-called disciple competition was a competition between the disciples of the nine peaks to select the ten strongest disciples.
Not only would the ten disciples receive rewards from the sect, but they would also represent the sect to participate in the Hundred Sect Competition.
The Hundred Sect Competition.
It was an exchange event organized by the top forces within Shanhai City.
Only first-rate sects with a Half-Saint Stage foundation were qualified to participate.
If one did not have a Half-Saint Stage foundation, they would not be qualified to participate at all.
The cultivation world was cruel.
Shanhai City had thousands of sects.
However…
However, there were only over a hundred sects with Half-Saint Stage powerhouses.
One could imagine.
There were not many true experts.
Of course.
The experts were all in the Holy Land.
Only the Holy Land could nurture Saint Stage powerhouses.
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Bright Moon Pavilion.
In the meeting hall.
"Sect Master, let Chan 'Er enter the finals of this competition.”
"With Chan 'Er's strength, if she were to participate in the competition, it would be easier to eliminate some of the stronger disciples.”
The one who spoke was Great Elder Ming Chuan.
The Chan 'Er he was talking about was Sect Master Ming Yang's only daughter, Ming Chan. Her cultivation base was at half-step divine-tier.
Ming Chan was a cultivation maniac. Her strength was undoubtedly the number one among the younger generation.
If she was allowed to participate in the preliminary round of the Great Disciple Competition, it would simply be bullying noobs.
"Sect Master, I heard that many geniuses have appeared this time.”
"We must be careful when participating in the Hundred Sect Competition.”
The one who spoke was Fifth Elder Ming Hong.
"Not bad."
"I heard that the Sword Sect has produced a genius disciple called Jian Chen. He's now challenging all the great sects to nurture himself through battle.”
"We have to be more careful."
Second Elder Ming Shan frowned.
Ming Yang sighed in his heart.
His daughter, Ming Chan, was talented, but she was too proud and could be easily taken advantage of.
"Alright, that's all for today. Everyone, go back and prepare for the disciple competition.”
Ming Yang waved his hand helplessly.
The elders stood up and cupped their hands in farewell. They turned into streaks of rainbow light that streaked across the sky.
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