Chapter 133: Green Elegance (1/2)

”Battle Arena A, the winner… is the Demon Vanquishing Hall's disciple, Jiang Li!”

In the fourth round of fights, he still won without any accidents.

After four rounds of elimination, there were still 17 Qi Refinement realm disciples left.

In the next round, it was not to continue with the one-on-one competition like before. Instead, it was the ranking that Jiang Li had mentioned earlier.

In order to prevent the large sects from crushing the small sects too severely, there were some restrictions on the number of people participating in the Great Mountain Cultivator Competition.

Each sect could at most send out fifteen disciples to participate. Among them, ten were Qi Refinement realm disciples and five were Foundation Establishment realm disciples.

This way, even if the disciples of the four great sects were really too strong in the end, and directly dominated the competition,

According to the distribution rules that they had agreed on at that time, there was still 20-30% left over for the other dozens of sects to distribute.

This was also a compromise the four great sects made to placate the other sects.

This was because the history of the Scripture Storage Valley was still vivid in their minds. Even rogue cultivators could form a large sect with their combined efforts, much less those sects that were not considered weak to begin with.

If they joined forces, even the four great sects would not be able to suppress them. Therefore, they had to give up this portion of the benefits and let them compete with each other.

In order to obtain the greatest benefits under the rules, the sect had to choose the strongest ten Qi Refinement realm cultivators. Therefore, the final round would be carried out in an arena defending style.

The first to tenth positions would be represented in these ten rings.

Ten disciples would go up to defend the ring on their own. The other disciples would challenge either of them, and the winner continued to stay behind to defend the ring against the next challenger.

The last ten disciples standing were the top ten in this sect competition.

Of course, before that, Jiang Li and the others would have three days of rest and adjustment.

In these three days, all the other defeated disciples would obtain a chance to participate in the revival round.

The name list for the previous four rounds of Martial Competition had been meticulously arranged by the sect. They would do their best to prevent the outstanding disciples from colliding too early.

But, in many cases, even high-level cultivators could not calculate everything.

For example, Jiang Li, a strange black horse with a low cultivation but terrifying strength would cause some disciples who originally had a chance to enter the top ten to lose prematurely.

For example, the mutated lightning spiritual root disciple Ma Donggui.

He was close to twenty years old, and his cultivation level was almost at the peak of the Qi Refinement realm. He was one of the people with the most advantage in this Martial Competition.

In addition to having a powerful variant lightning spiritual root, let alone top ten, the difficulty of reaching the top five was not too high.

On the other hand, Jiang Li's cultivation was only at the intermediate-stage of the Qi Refinement realm a few days ago. In the eyes of the higher-ups of the sect who were unaware of the situation, he was the type of disciple that would be eliminated in the first two rounds.

Who would have thought that he would be such an unexpected black horse? Jiang Li crushed his way through and entered the last round.

The appearance of an outstanding disciple was naturally a good thing, but it was a pity that a few powerful competitors had fallen just like that.

Therefore, in these three days, the 255 disciples who had failed would participate in an additional battle and compete for the qualifications to enter the final round together.

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After leaving the venue, Jiang Li rejected the invitation of his senior brothers to spar. After that, he seemed to have thought of something and did not return to his small courtyard to cultivate. Instead, he went all the way to the outer sect.

He did not look for Yan Hong directly. Instead, he walked into the residential area of the outer sect and stood in front of a dilapidated hut.

This small house was tattered and torn. Even in the outer sect, only the lowest level disciples who had yet to enter the Qi Refinement realm would be pushed aside to stay in this place.

Bang!

Jiang Li kicked the door open, and the moist and smelly air in the room assaulted his senses. This smell was very unsuitable for living creatures with noses.

Frowning, he took two steps back and took a deep breath. Then, he blew a gust of wind into the house.

A bone-chilling cold wind poured into the dilapidated house. Although Jiang Li had already reduced the power as much as possible, the simple and crude house was still blown until it creaked and swayed.

The paper window on the opposite wall was blown to pieces, and most of the roof tiles were also sent flying.

”Cough cough~ Cough cough~ Spare me~ Stop~ Spare me~”

A weak cry came from the hut, but Jiang Li ignored it. After blowing for a moment longer and waiting for the air in the hut to be refreshed, he walked in.

There was no furniture in this dilapidated house, only a broken bed with uneven legs and a black blanket covering it.

On the bed, there was a skinny disciple lying there.

That disciple's condition looked pretty bad.

His eyes were swollen and his dark eyebags were almost hanging down. His lips and nails were also in a rotting color.

His body was still emitting a stench that was exactly the same as the smell in the room earlier.

This fellow had just been affected by Jiang Li's cold wind again. His body, which was already at its limit, could barely tremble from time to time. His body's instinctive reaction to the cold was about to disappear.

Anyone who looked at him would know that he would not live past tonight.

Jiang Li raised his hand and shot out a black light, directly sending the ghost into his brain.

The other party's mind was ravaged, and he was unable to resist the ghost. However, after several attempts, the memories that it had stolen were all incomplete, and they were unable to piece together what Jiang Li wanted.

Jiang Li was a little disappointed, but he had already expected this.

”Wu Liang, do you still want to live?”

Jiang Li glanced at him without any sympathy in his eyes.

When this outer sect disciple who was lying on the bed heard Jiang Li's voice, he opened his eyes with difficulty before looking at him.

However, with a single glance, the outer sect disciple called Wu Liang became excited, and his chest rose and fell violently as he struggled to pounce towards Jiang Li.

However, his current body did not allow him to do this. In the end, his body fell off the bed, almost causing him to die.

Wu Liang lay on the ground. He raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Li as he spoke with all his might.

”It's you! It's you! Cough! I've seen your face before! You! Cough! What have you done to me!”

Jiang Li remained unmoved as he looked at the embarrassed and furious outer sect disciple.

This Wu Liang was the 'Green-Robed Immortal' trafficker who Jiang Li had fed eight waste pills to at the outer sect graveyard earlier.

A total of eight waste pills. This large amount of pill poisoning caused Wu Liang's mid-stage Qi Refinement realm cultivation to vanish overnight. His spiritual root was tainted and his foundation was completely destroyed. He directly became a cripple.

After waking up, the first thing he encountered was the robbery of his seven 'friends'.

After everything of value was snatched away, he returned to the outer sect with difficulty.

However, his retribution was not over yet. After he was discovered to have lost his cultivation and was about to die, even the small house that he originally lived in was seized by someone. If he were to give it some thought, he would suffer a beating.

Although Jiang Li had not experienced too many battles between outer sect disciples, the cruelty within was still vivid in his mind.

Therefore, after being fed with waste pills, in just a day's time, this Wu Liang had fallen to such a state. He waited painfully in this broken house for death.

If there was no transmigrator coming after him, he would probably become a pile of rotting flesh that even flies would not eat in a few days.

”Do you still want to live?”

Jiang Li did not answer the other party's question. He repeated what he had said earlier.

After saying that, he flicked a seed from his finger and threw it into the ground. A wave of spiritual qi that carried dense vitality rippled slightly, and a few tree branches quickly broke out of the ground. After a few breaths of time, they weaved into a chair behind Jiang Li.

Jiang Li sat down calmly and waited for the other party to answer. He seemed to be very patient.

”You… cough cough cough cough… Can you let me live?”

Wu Liang coughed violently again. After spitting out a mouthful of black phlegm, he finally finished speaking.

”Naturally, I can detoxify my own poison. Not only can I keep you alive, I can also give you this.”

Jiang Li sat on a chair and took out two porcelain bottles. One of them was the few leftover Detoxification Pills that Jiang Li had eaten earlier, and the other was the bottle of Green-Robed Immortal he obtained from the other party.