Chapter 38: On-site Advancement Jiang Xing's cultivation was nearly two levels higher than Zhou Ling's. As a core disciple of the sect who was about to form a pill, fighting against a little girl who was at the first level of Qi Refining, it stood to reason that he would definitely not lose. But... no matter how much higher your cultivation level is, it is still difficult to resist someone who wants to fight you to death. The wound on the little junior sister's palm had not yet fully healed, but she picked up the sword again. The wound split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, and fell onto the bluestone floor of the arena with a "slap". Jiang Xing was just about to persuade her not to rush into the next fight, but to meditate and regulate her breathing first, so as to absorb the medicinal power and heal her wounds, when he inadvertently met her eyes. A little girl of only seven years old, with clear and tender eyes that were calm but hinted at a storm that was about to come, her blood-stained little hands raised the sword steadily, her voice was firm as if she was going to move mountains. "Come again." Before Jiang Xing could say anything, the little girl standing in front of him holding a sword had already rushed over with a murderous aura that had been pent up for a long time. "Are you crazy!" He couldn't count how many times Zhou Ling's neck had just avoided the tip of his sword. He was determined to hurt him at the risk of losing his head. Jiang Xing almost couldn't help but use his cultivation and spiritual power to hold him down.
It was Zhou Ling who saw through his thoughts and reminded him that the rules of fighting in the ring cannot be broken, which made him regain his senses. Zhou Ling's desperate fighting style seemed to have aroused Jiang Xing's bloodiness. At the beginning, he was still busy teaching his junior sister and held back when attacking. But later, as the fight went on, the two of them became angry on the stage. Jiang Xing gradually realized that his junior sister was now serious with him. If he continued to hold back, his dignity as a senior brother would be in jeopardy. With such a huge gap in cultivation, he could not afford to lose to his junior sister. So, one fought desperately, and the other one no longer held back, and the two used the most basic sword techniques and almost fought to a pulp on the ring. His figure was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, but the difference in cultivation level was there, and there was also a difference in physical strength. Even if he didn't use spiritual power to compete, it was still unfair to Zhou Ling. Fortunately, after being enlightened by her master's words, she realized that this was exactly the unfairness she wanted, so that she could challenge the sword cultivator who was at a higher level! Being in danger, the sword of her senior brother always brushed against her heart. This feeling of almost hanging by a thread made her feel calmer than ever before. The more dangerous it is, the calmer you need to be, the more you can respond calmly and seek a glimmer of hope. Jiang Xing couldn't stand it any longer. How could a small competition turn into a fight of life and death? Who would want to fight with his fellow disciples in the ring? The junior sister took an unconventional approach and bit off a piece of flesh from his body at the risk of her life. Even if he tried his best to fight back, he could not stop the junior sister who was almost in a mad state. He couldn't kill her, nor could he put himself in danger like her in order to win. Finally, when the junior sister once again risked her life to seize the opportunity to attack, Jiang Xing surrendered. "I lost." The tip of the junior sister's sword was against his neck, but it didn't move forward even a bit. Although this fight was embarrassing, Jiang Xing accepted the defeat sincerely. Although they were both sword cultivators, she could not be as brave and courageous as her junior sister. This move that won her a dangerous victory was actually Zhou Ling's last-ditch effort. If it had failed, she would have been the loser. His small body had already reached its limit. When he heard his brother admit defeat, his bloodied right hand could no longer hold the sword. When Heng Yue fell to the ground with a clang, Zhou Ling also fell down. The wounds of all sizes on her body were so painful that she was dying, but when she fell down, she couldn't suppress the smile on the corners of her mouth. The crowd of onlookers saw Junior Sister Zhou Ling fall down, and their faces turned pale with horror. Some of the smart ones had already picked up the communication talismans to contact Uncle Long. Junior Sister Zhou is now the treasure of the entire sect! Almost all the nearby major sects have benefited from Junior Sister's sudden enlightenment of the Heavenly Dao. Wandao Sect has also gained a lot of benefits by opening up the sect to accept cultivators who come to get enlightenment. At this critical juncture, their good junior sister was beaten so badly because of a sparring match. They had no way of explaining to the Sect Master and Uncle Long! Just as the content of the communication talisman was sent out, the man who had collapsed exhausted on the ring moved his fingers and opened his eyes slightly. Countless spiritual lights gathered together, facing the shocked gazes of the crowd, and surrounded Zhou Ling, who was covered in scars, becoming thicker and thicker.
Junior Sister Zhou Ling officially entered the sect to practice Taoism. Excluding the time of enlightenment, she had actually only practiced for more than ten days. She had the useless qualifications of a person with only five spiritual roots. Even on the first day of the basic Taoism class, she couldn’t understand many of the rules and terms used in the world of cultivation! But she endured everyone's contemptuous gazes and began to spend day and night in the library and sword training field. The little girl who couldn't even do the fasting had overcome the human nature of sleeping at night and changed her sleep time to practice and read books, learning the knowledge of the world of immortal cultivation. At first, no one took her fighting spirit seriously until she first demonstrated her special talent in Taoism and until she strived for perfection in the sword-fighting field. Others would leave when the practice time was up, but she was still practicing silently. She originally had the worst aptitude among all the disciples, but relying on her hard work, she managed to catch up with the cultivation progress of other practitioners of the same generation. At that time, there were already many people who admired her. Even within the sect, many teachers praised her in private and asked their disciples to learn from her. If someone with such poor talent could catch up with them, then those of them with good talent would surely make great progress in their cultivation as long as they put in half of her effort! But before others had the chance to work hard, Junior Sister Zhou Ling, who had the worst aptitude, had already begun to realize the Way of Heaven. A monk's sudden enlightenment is a great opportunity. Junior Sister Zhou Ling has used her own experience to prove to the world that hard work can really produce results in a short period of time! I thought that Junior Sister’s sudden enlightenment of the Way of Heaven was already incredible, but what did they see now? The person lying on the stage had various kinds of spiritual energy flying around him, which was clearly a sign of his advanced cultivation! Even the genius disciple, Uncle Long, had to practice for nearly a month before he could advance to the second stage of Qi Refining. At that time, this news almost shocked the entire cultivation world. Cultivation and advancement are not as simple as eating and drinking. To advance to the second stage of Qi Refining in just one month, such a young genius will definitely achieve great things in the future! Because of the emergence of the talented disciple Uncle Long in the sect, the Wandao Sect, which was almost swallowed up by other sects, gradually gained the confidence to continue. More than three thousand years have passed, and many talented disciples have emerged in the world of immortal cultivation. However, no matter who they are, no one can break the speed of advancement of Uncle Long. But what do they see now? Zhou Ling, who fell on the stage, was the only disciple of Uncle Long. He actually advanced on the spot after fighting a sparring battle? A genius of the second generation who advanced to the second stage of Qi Refining after only practicing in the sect for a dozen days! (End of this chapter)