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Thirty-six hours of intense training.
As one's cultivation progresses, the body is also cleansed by vital energy, washing away the hidden dirt deep within the cells.
It is common for martial artists to emerge from seclusion looking disheveled after three days.
Unless their bodies are flawless and pure.
Among the six, only Lin Qiubai remained spotless, showing no signs of the chaos that typically accompanies closed-door training.
However, he still needed to return to his residence to tidy up, wash up, and change clothes to present himself clean and refreshed before venturing out.
With this thought in mind, the Six Young Men rode the Three-Legged Eagle swiftly back to the Thirteenth Cloud Peak.
Once they were done preparing, Yuan Chonghuan was already waiting at the Unnamed Lake.
He wore a white cloud robe of the Yunyin Sacred Sect, with silver silk threads outlining an elegant auspicious cloud pattern at the cuffs, and a blood-red belt wrapped around his waist.
Aside from the different belt, his attire was standard for the sect.
Yet that touch of red added a striking flair to Yuan Chonghuan's appearance.
Zhuang Bifan looked him up and down.
"What are you staring at? Do you want to compare heights?"
Yuan Chonghuan shook the sword in his hand.
The long sword slowly emerged an inch from its sheath.
The white blade was exposed to the air, its tangible and fierce sword intent, like a snake's tongue, stung the eyes.
Zhuang Bifan took a step back.
"I dare not; Brother Yuan's sword techniques are relentless and difficult to handle."
Seeing this, Lin Qiubai couldn't help but chuckle. He also noticed that Yuan Chonghuan's cultivation had reached the peak of the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm.
With such strength, combined with his sword intent and special swordsmanship physique enhancement, his combat power was formidable.
No wonder Zhuang Bifan chose to temporarily avoid confrontation.
Perhaps among those present, besides Lin Qiubai and Zhuang Bifan, Yuan Chonghuan had the strongest combat power.
Even Xia Qing, who wielded a low-grade Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact, was somewhat inferior.
"Let's go."
Lin Qiubai whistled, and the three-legged eagle he had cared for descended from the clouds.
It no longer paid attention to other sect disciples and waited every day for Lin Qiubai's call.
It had seemingly become the exclusive mount of Lin Qiubai.
...
After two incense sticks' worth of time, the seven youths landed outside the Arena.
Below the Arena, silence fell instantly. Thousands of young eyes turned sharply, all without exception landing on the seven individuals led by Lin Qiubai.
There were mockery, anger, disdain, and cold smiles waiting to see a good show.
"These bunch of cowards have finally come to get beaten. I've waited for this moment for countless years!"
Zhou Tai gritted his teeth, his gaze cold and filled with resentment, as if the wounds on his face were screaming in pain.
"Retribution has come! Just watch as these seven troublemakers get beaten to a pulp."
"I will record their miserable state using the Formation, watching it every day to quench my hatred. It would be even more satisfying to screen it in the commoner district of the imperial capital."
A certain freshman snorted coldly.
They showed no fighting spirit against the Upperclassmen, but upon seeing Lin Qiubai and his companions appear, they barked and shouted, wishing nothing more than for Lin Qiubai and his group to suffer even more.
"This other new students from the Holy Sect have disappointed me."
Lin Qiubai remained indifferent; at an age that should be filled with arrogance and flamboyance, he was surprisingly shrewd and worldly.
This is not a good thing for the martial artists.
To become a true Transcendent Expert, one must inevitably undergo the cleansing of Blood.
If one lacks the courage to face Blood head-on, no matter how high their talent or how resilient their Martial Will, it is all in vain.
A hundred years later, if one cannot step into the Nirvana Realm, their achievements in this life will be limited to the Creation Realm!
Therefore, one must leap like a Hungry Wolf to fight and seize opportunities, honing oneself with Blood at every stage!
As Lin Qiubai's Mind Thought turned, the cold gazes of the Upperclassmen fell upon him like blades.
"This is Lin Qiubai; he really knows how to play it cool. I hope he remains so indifferent when he's bloodied later."
For geniuses, nothing is more irritating than seeing others wear a nonchalant expression.
And Lin Qiubai, coincidentally, paid no mind to these Upperclassmen at all. He remained lazy and indifferent throughout.
The Upperclassmen, with their mysterious pride, felt this was a form of humiliation.
In their eyes,
new students should cower and tremble, showing them reverence and respect. Otherwise, it is considered defiance!
"Just wait for the seven troublemakers to be crushed like dogs. The strength of the Upperclassmen has already been fully displayed in these past few days. It is enough to handle all new students."
"The seven troublemakers are bound to lose; this is beyond doubt. The only hope is that Lin Qiubai gets beaten to a pulp, which would be quite satisfying!"
"Indeed. The upperclassmen won't easily let these seven arrogant freshmen off the hook."
Amidst the chatter, Lin Qiubai and his six companions slowly made their way to the bottom of the arena.
"I'll take the lead and show you all what I've got."
Lin Qiubai was not willing to play the final card; that kind of routine was too outdated.
He wanted to make a grand entrance, arriving with an imposing presence and delivering an exhilarating opening!
With that thought in mind, Lin Qiubai smiled confidently, feeling the wind beneath his feet as he soared into the air, landing on the arena in an instant.
"What... this is actually fifty percent of the Wind Realm!?"
Below the arena, whether it was upperclassmen or freshmen, everyone's gaze followed Lin Qiubai, momentarily stunned.
To achieve profound mastery in a realm, one must have a solid foundation in cultivation.
Only with high cultivation can one delve deep into the Dan Realm and elevate their understanding of the realm.
Fifty percent of the Wind Realm requires at least the seventh level of Yuan Dan Realm even for geniuses from holy sects to comprehend.
Thus, Lin Qiubai's realm, built upon terrifying opportunities and the Nine Origin Creation Ruler, was truly astonishing.
In this realm, Realm, he was almost on par with Zhuang Bifan.
Zhuang Bifan was the Second Body, possessing a profound foundation, his body akin to a vault, just waiting to be unlocked.
On the other hand, Lin Qiubai started from nothing and gradually comprehended...
The hardships he faced were unimaginable.
Yet, despite everything, Lin Qiubai remained firmly behind Zhuang Bifan!
"I thought I could defeat Lin Qiubai quickly and regain the dignity of the Second Body, but even now, I am still being suppressed by him..."
Zhuang Bifan gazed at Lin Qiubai's carefree silhouette, his eyes filled with desolation. His cultivation was more substantial than Lin Qiubai's, and his understanding of Realm was deeper, yet there was a gap in combat power.
This left Zhuang Bifan feeling hopeless.
His dream of using the Second Body to suppress all enemies had been ruthlessly shattered by Lin Qiubai.
A dull pain throbbed in his heart.
However, in an instant, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in Zhuang Bifan's eyes.
"But my cultivation has few bottlenecks; a turnaround is just around the corner!"
Zhuang Bifan clenched his fists but keenly sensed a dangerous aura surging from the Arena.
He quickly raised his head and fixed his gaze on Lin Qiubai.
Lin Qiubai turned to face the territory occupied by the group of Upperclassmen, all of whom were first-year Upperclassmen from the Sect.
Suddenly, Lin Qiubai broke into a smile, recalling a line from a dramatic script. At this moment, he was just a rare fifteen-year-old.
Why not be bold and reckless for once?
With this thought in mind, Lin Qiubai's low shout rang out like a thunderclap, echoing in all directions.
"First-ranked Upperclassman in combat power, come up here!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd collectively gasped in shock.
Every face twisted slightly in disbelief.
Their gazes abruptly shifted from Lin Qiubai to the fierce-looking boy at the front of the Upperclassman camp.
"Lin Qiubai, has he gone mad?"
"Is his brain rusty?!"
"If this dormitory were outside the city area, he would have been killed by Blood Blade Gu Lie long ago. What a lack of intelligence!"
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