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Hastily riding the Regulation Ruler, Gu Ping arrived at the center of Hongwu Peak, specifically at the Dueling Platform. Suddenly, he realized that it had been a long time since he had fought under such intense scrutiny. Even during the Battle of Tiandong City, he had hardly made any moves, as it seemed that adding another fighter comparable to the early stages of Transcendence was not crucial. What mattered most was that initially, Yin Tianheng's sword had struck straight to the heavens, slaying the Nine Nether Immortal from the Eastern Realm. This act had shattered the Ninth Underworld's conspiracy and saved Tiandong City.
Looking around, Gu Ping rubbed his legs, recalling his time at the academy when he participated in demonstrations. He remembered how those events often exacerbated long-standing conflicts within the academy and revealed some unsightly aspects hidden in plain sight. In the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm, Mu Qinglong led the Nine Nether Cultivators in a brutal massacre against the eastern sect cultivators. Meanwhile, Tiandong City was under covert pressure from the Light Path Classic to obtain the Starlight Pen.
After considering everything, Gu Ping realized that he had never truly enjoyed the thrill of competition—the motivation it brought, along with fame, rewards, and status—things he had never cared about before. After Bu Luo, it seemed unlikely he could disregard those things any longer. He knew that relying solely on himself and his master Yin Tianheng would be insufficient to shoulder the responsibilities of the Great Dao. Therefore, he needed to prepare himself and utilize every available resource while uniting all possible allies; perhaps there was still hope.
What was that kid doing? Why wasn’t he moving? Didn’t he see that someone was already coming at him with a sword?
Keke seemed a bit nervous on stage for the first time; that face was one he had never seen before.
Around them, disciples from Floating Mountain were watching Gu Ping closely. This was the first match before noon in the Tournament, so everyone was eager to see what strategies these two would employ—just in case they encountered each other later.
Wasn’t he new? How could he participate in a demonstration? Didn’t the rules state that new Outer Sect disciples were not allowed to join demonstrations for a year?
From Fang Tang Mountain, Meng Gang found it strange and asked his fellow disciples around him. They were all from Fang Tang Mountain as well; they had come in a group of twelve thanks to Gu Ping’s care in Pingyue. Although Shi Laodao provided Gu Ping with pills that Gu Ping didn’t seem to value much, they were quite beneficial for other disciples—especially for those from ordinary families who had just entered. This meant that Fang Tang Mountain’s Outer Sect had nearly doubled its numbers compared to other Outer Sects. Shi Laodao couldn’t stop smiling about it; Sect rewarded him handsomely for this achievement, making him feel grateful towards Gu Ping for helping them after entering Outer Sect.
Wasn’t Gu Hong already in Outer Sect with a master? After all, he wasn’t exactly a genius.
Meng Xiaofan habitually pinched his nose and remarked that to him, Gu Ping felt like a great benefactor. Shi Laodao’s pills were most often given by this seemingly frail junior disciple. Without those herbs for body nurturing from Gu Ping, Meng Xiaofan might not have succeeded in establishing his foundation so quickly.
However, upon first seeing him, Meng Xiaofan thought Gu Hong was just an ordinary person.
Among Fang Tang Mountain’s Outer Sect disciples, only a few had seen Gu Ping fight; Zhou Xing was one of them—and only twice at that.
Did anyone see Gu Ping giving a pill to a junior brother who had just reached the third level of Qi Refinement? He wanted to snatch it away, but was swiftly sent flying by Bei Qinping with a single slap, as he was no match for their powerful senior brother. On another occasion, did anyone conspire against Gu Ping for his pills? A group of over ten brothers who had been lingering in the Outer Sect for two years attempted to ambush Gu Ping when he returned to his residence. They had just been reprimanded by their Outer Sect instructor, Zhou Xing, and collided with Gu Ping. However, Gu Ping didn’t even move against them, and those men ended up kneeling before him in apology. Zhou Xing and his companions felt a chill in their hearts, while Si Dongli treated that incident as a topic of conversation, which also solidified Gu Ping's status in Fang Tang Mountain's Outer Sect.
Zhou Xing was unaware that Gu Ping had directly used his Soul Power to pull those men into an illusion. Although it didn’t physically harm them, the psychological trauma was far more intense than any physical pain.
It wouldn’t be surprising if someone got killed by a single sword strike; that would indeed become a joke.
Could they have been scared silly?
It seemed that no matter which sect one belonged to or where one went, there would always be people eager to watch others make fools of themselves and make sarcastic comments. There were also those who considered themselves strong, claiming to be once-in-a-century geniuses, only to end up getting slapped in the face.
Just when everyone thought Gu Ping would be easily defeated by a sword strike at Floating Mountain, a Regulation Ruler appeared behind him out of nowhere. It looked like a gentle strike but sent Gu Ping flying off the Dueling Platform. The sword that had just reached Gu Ping’s eyes could have pierced through his Medium Quality Spirit Sword but could advance no further.
Oh.
Indeed, he didn’t deny it. When we mentioned that someone in the Outer Sect might be more perverse than Gu Shixin, he simply asked how Coco could be so.
Seeing Gu Ping effortlessly defeat his opponent, Zhou Xing looked around at those who had just made sarcastic remarks, feeling vindicated even more than if he had participated in the Demonstration himself.
Gu Hong emerged victorious.
Gu Hong—why did that name sound so familiar? Why couldn’t he recall? Perhaps it was because he had recently encountered several new faces among the True Inheritance geniuses over the past few years. Had they already gathered information on him? Just now, his opponent seemed to be Hong Gang—a character from the later stages of foundation building. How could Coco not even unleash a single move before being defeated? I need to investigate this guy’s background.
With a birdcage in hand and an air of an aristocrat, Brother Zi glanced at his attendant beside him. The attendant quickly replied and then left.
At this moment, the Floating Mountain was repeating the earlier scene in different locations. After all, knowing oneself and knowing the enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. The Sect had not prohibited inquiries into the origins and backgrounds of others, which could be considered a form of depth. For Bu Luo, among those present, there were likely few who could match him in skill; at most, he could withstand a few moves from Gu Ping. Thus, Gu Ping was too lazy to engage in such trivialities.
Gu Ping had not been at Dongtai for long when the Dueling Platform at Hongwu Peak automatically divided into four sections due to the Formation's influence. Jie Donglai clearly sought to have simultaneous duels on those four platforms.
Bu Luo did not intend to be the first to step forward. If he swept away all those disciples, it would likely draw attention to his own background. He had just begun to establish his foundation, and for Cheng Dao Sect, he certainly did not want to be labeled as a genius disciple too early. The sooner his identity was exposed, the more disadvantageous it would be for Gu Ping. Although he wore a Peony Mask, even if he had a chance to start over, the Nine Nether Invasion would not wait for him. With each passing day, Ru Ming saw countless lives lost in the Northern Region. By the time the Nine Nether Army reached the eastern gate of the mountain, it would be too late for him to take control of Cheng Dao Sect.
In comparison, all details of the Tournament would be recorded. Even if one encountered strong opponents and failed to achieve any merit, it would not leave a poor impression on the Elders. After all, they needed to assess the strength of Disciples and select positions based on resources; there was no need for a single defeat to discourage those who found it difficult to enter.
Ten minutes past noon, when an Elder announced the start of the competition, disciples immediately stood by eagerly awaiting challengers. Many hoped to take advantage of weaker opponents early on, confident in their own abilities and seeking breakthroughs through combat. Although each time only about forty or fifty disciples entered, over the years, it became evident that most were foundational disciples facing bottlenecks.
For a Major Sect like Cheng Dao Sect, especially with support from a Super Sect like Daoist Sect, there was never a shortage of talented disciples. Gu Ping had recognized this during his time at the academy.
On one hand, they possessed more resources than others; on the other hand, their recruitment standards were significantly higher than those of other Sects.
Seeing this scene before him, Gu Ping suddenly thought about something: perhaps for those geniuses like Coco who advanced rapidly, there were also moments of stumbling. More often than not, they might reach a certain level and then stagnate. Therefore, one should not underestimate Ren He; perhaps tomorrow he would surpass himself.
It was essential to maintain an enterprising spirit at all times; even if one faced death initially, there would be no regrets.
As noon shifted slightly past its peak, battles began among Foundation Practitioners. Quick fights ended in a single move; slower ones took only a few minutes. Timing and technique were crucial; unlike Golden Core practitioners who could easily harness Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy for combat practice, each move required extensive sparring—often lasting days and nights. When it came to high-level practitioners battling fiercely, mountains could be moved and seas filled with just a wave of their hands; their duels could last for years.
After several rounds passed, the Arena saw constant changes in champions; no one managed to withstand more than ten rounds. After observing for some time, Gu Ping understood clearly and smirked—his turn was approaching.
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