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From the moment Zuo Classmate arrived in this world, he was convinced that he came with countless auras surrounding him. He wanted this world to tremble for him, and he wanted this era to cheer for him.
This belief only deepened after he began his cultivation.
Mad Dao was a perfect example. The surge of energy he felt did not merely bring the benefits of cultivation; it awakened his True Martial Body. An ordinary True Martial Body would have sufficed, but the realization that he was a prime candidate for cultivation was exhilarating.
If thrown into the Moling Cultivation Realm, he would be the coveted prize that all major sects fought over, representing top-tier combat power. However, the information that Zuo Dao received in his mind was: Primordial Form of the Great True Martial Body. With so much more flair than the True Martial Body, it should be invincible.
Thus, Zuo Classmate threw himself into his training with even more fervor, becoming unmatched in close combat and overflowing with martial prowess. The feeling of every punch landing solidly excited him; encountering a few female cultivators would be even more exhilarating! Uh-oh, Zuo Classmate finally realized he had lost focus.
Though often unfocused in daily life, when it came to cultivation, Zuo Classmate poured in one hundred percent sweat and one hundred percent madness. Sitting Forgetting Peak was a vast training ground where all combat technique training took place.
At this moment, Zuo Dao was practicing the basic sword techniques of Zuo Wang Peak, known as Intercept.
There were only two forms: one was Thrusting Technique and the other was Intercepting Sword Technique. One was offensive while the other was defensive, complementing each other perfectly.
Although the sword techniques were simple, the principles behind them were not crude. After five years of hard training and thousands of sword trials each day, the transitions between basic movements flowed like clouds and water—concise and swift, without a single extraneous motion.
Generally speaking, each realm had corresponding combat techniques. Upon reaching a certain Realm, one would learn the combat techniques appropriate for that Realm to enhance their own combat power. However, Zuo Dao chose to stick to one path; for five years, he practiced only basic sword techniques. The Drunken Old Man didn’t say much about it either. The philosophy of Zuo Wang Peak was to teach without discrimination; how you practiced was your own business.
Sword techniques are lifeless; people are alive. If a living person can be outdone by inanimate objects, they might as well go home and farm.
Drawing the sword, attacking, and blocking—these three simple actions. Over five years, Zuo Dao transformed from following prescribed movements to executing thousands of unique repetitions daily, leaving behind plenty of sweat.
The basic sword technique had completely morphed in his hands; he could draw his sword, attack, and block from any angle. The perfected basic sword technique posed no challenge for Zuo Dao anymore; after all, achieving perfection in five years would make anyone laugh if they heard about it. Even the dullest cultivator could master the basic sword technique within three years.
However, Zuo Dao didn’t care at all. Now he had a new idea: using a knife instead of a sword to practice basic sword techniques.
At first, Zuo Classmate found it extremely uncomfortable; knives had their own techniques while swords had theirs. Each exertion felt slightly hindered and left him feeling powerless. The knife felt heavy while the sword felt light; now that he had perfected the basic sword technique, it offered him no assistance whatsoever—the only benefit being his familiarity with the movements.
Zuo Dao was determined to continue practicing; neither the Drunken Old Man nor his senior brothers objected. Was Mad Dao just a name?
Every cultivator has some persistence in their hearts; without persistence, one should not embark on the path of cultivation. Moreover, the path of spiritual practice is hundreds or even thousands of times more difficult than that of mere cultivation.
Zuo Classmate was sweating in the wind, every movement meticulous. If he made a mistake, he would start over; if one attempt failed, he would try a hundred or a thousand times. When thirsty, he drank water; when hungry, he ate. At night, he rested on the rooftop, sipping the wine he had stolen from Drunken Old Man, counting the stars until sleep took him.
However, from time to time, the roar of Drunken Old Man echoed through the peak: "You damn Mad Dao, stealing my wine again!"
Gradually, Zuo Dao began to grasp a hint of feeling.
The blade's wind swirled around him, and the heavy sword in his hand felt lighter and lighter. His movements became increasingly agile. This was the sensation he had been seeking; after a month of hard training, Sword Dance had finally entered its initial stage. Sword Dance—a name Zuo Dao had given himself. In his words:
"A flashy combat technique deserves a flashy name."
The word "plagiarism" had long been forgotten by him.
With Sword Dance now underway, Zuo Dao felt elated. The principle of "more haste, less speed" was simple enough, so Zuo Classmate quickly put it into practice and relaxed.
Feeling was truly a wonderful thing. He couldn't help but hum an old song from his past life, cradling his head as he continued his wine-stealing endeavors.
Follow the feeling
Hold tightly to the hand of dreams
Steps growing lighter and more joyful
Freely expressing his smile
Love will find me anywhere
Follow the feeling
Hold tightly to the hand of dreams
The blue grows closer and gentler
My mood is as free as the wind
Suddenly discovering a completely different me
Follow the feeling
Let it lead me
Hope is waiting for me not far away
Follow the feeling
Let it guide me
Dreams can be found everywhere.
As the song soared, the shadow of the youth stretched longer in the glow of the setting sun.
While Zuo Dao was cultivating, the Lower Summit Conference began its preliminary operations. The competition requirements, location, methods, rules, and rewards were successively announced.
This year's Lower Summit Conference completely broke the mold. It was unclear what had influenced the Seventy-Two Peaks Elder Council. Participants were no longer limited to disciples of the Seventy-Two Peaks; families, clans, and Loose Cultivators could also compete, provided they were under twenty-five years of age. This initiative significantly boosted the popularity of the Seventy-Two Peaks. However, when the competition location and method were revealed, it was met with widespread criticism.
Competition Location: The Great Ten Thousand Mountains - Fallen God Territory.
Competition Method: Beast Hunting.
Competition Rules: No rules (participants could form teams, but no non-participants were allowed to join; if discovered, it would result in death).
What kind of place was the Fallen God Territory? It was one of Moling's forbidden zones; cultivators there were merely decorations, and even practitioners who entered might not come out alive.
Amidst the uproar, the Elder Council clarified: it was only the outskirts of the Fallen God Territory. If it were truly within the Fallen God Territory itself, likely not many elders would dare to enter. After thousands of years of development and exploration by generations, the genuinely dangerous areas of the Fallen God Territory were confined to its core regions. However, a forbidden zone was not without danger; even its outskirts posed threats.
In the midst of all this noise, the rewards were also announced:
The top ten winners would be selected for the Six Major Academies;
Those ranked fifty-one to one hundred would receive ten thousand spirit stones; thirty to fifty would receive fifty thousand spirit stones;
Those ranked eleven to twenty-nine would receive one hundred thousand spirit stones; those ranked four to ten would receive two hundred thousand spirit stones;
The third place would earn five hundred thousand spirit stones, second place eight hundred thousand spirit stones, and first place one million spirit stones.
This unprecedented generosity, especially with the top ten gaining entry into the Six Major Academies, was remarkable. What kind of place was that? It was a sacred ground for cultivation second only to the Three Great Halls. Gaining entry into the Six Major Academies was akin to obtaining a ticket to enter the Three Great Halls. The Three Palaces and Six Courts never openly recruited; everything was done privately, and no one knew how to gain entry.
Once this news broke, it caused a stir; countless factions and Loose Cultivators rushed to form alliances and participate in the selection competition.
With two months remaining until the Summit began, these changes did not affect Zuo Wang Peak's disciples. Zuo Dao resolutely immersed himself in intense cultivation.
After reaching the entry-level of Sword Dance, it was still not impressive enough; only by increasing his level could he ensure a certain combat effectiveness.
Practicing techniques within the formation was also a specialty of Mad Dao, and the Great Five Elements Chaotic Thunder Formation was the best choice. It was originally the body-refining formation of Zuo Wang Peak. Each peak had its own corresponding methods for body refinement.
Amidst the thunderous roars, the blade glimmered. Classmate Zuo executed each move with utmost seriousness. Each lightning strike slowed him down, interrupting the connections between his techniques; that was the paralysis effect of lightning. The sharp pain from the strikes had made him immune over five years, but he could not eliminate this feeling of paralysis.
Since he couldn't eliminate the immunity, he decided to adapt. While practicing the Intercept sword technique, Zuo Dao resolved this issue through interchange. When a thrust was interrupted, he would switch to basic moves like flicks or jabs depending on the situation. Borrowing a saying from Oil Seller: "There’s nothing else, just familiarity with the hands."
Zuo Dao, completely unclothed, danced slowly with his blade in Thunder Sea, his "sword" fluttering in the wind. His expression was focused, like a loving mother gazing at her baby, or a lover's deep affection, even with a greedy desire akin to that of a miser.
A ray of light blossomed at the edge of his blade, like a lighthouse in the ocean, gradually brightening until it enveloped the entire steel sword, intensifying in brilliance.
Breakthrough! After more than a month of practicing swordplay within the formation and under the bombardment of chaotic thunder from the Five Elements, Zuo Dao completed the nine turns of Sitting Forgetting Sutra and naturally advanced to Nurturing Origin Realm. With internal energy surging outward, Zuo Dao felt the powerful force flowing through his meridians and then burst forth from the formation with a wolf howl.
It was fine to practice anything within the formation; the only downside was being without clothes. When would he be able to have garments to wear within the formation like his senior sister? Why was there such a significant difference between male and female disciples?
After his breakthrough, Zuo Dao adjusted himself a bit more to solidify his Realm completely. His senior brothers and sisters presented him with gifts to celebrate. The Drunken Old Man soon appeared as usual, mumbling a few words before scurrying off.
With six Nurturing True Essence disciples, even the Drunken Old Man woke up smiling in his sleep. He had been somewhat worried about the modified Lower Summit Conference but did not expect Zuo Dao to break through so easily.
Among his six disciples, Zuo Dao was the only one that worried Drunken Old Man; now he could drink in peace.
Yan Zhen, Teng Chong, and Ping Ge Ge were all restless characters; Yan Zi and Yan Hong had backgrounds that were frighteningly powerful. Only Zuo Dao, an orphan without roots or ties, caused him concern—especially regarding that mysterious thing within him that even he couldn't gauge accurately.
If it turned out to be what he suspected, then all of Moling—no, all of Thirty-Three Cities—would have quite a show to watch.
Once Zuo Dao grew up, he wondered if those people would still be able to sit still. Thinking this way, he took a hearty sip of wine and continued to sleep.
"Set off towards victory!!!"
"Lower Summit Conference, tremble!"
"I'm here."
"Zuo Dao has arrived!!!"
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