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As everyone cheered for Gu Ping's fiftieth consecutive victory, a Lian Luo Woman stepped into the Arena, abruptly silencing the previously ecstatic crowd.
"Outer Gate Fish Princess," she addressed her junior.
"Junior Brother Gu Hong, please enlighten me, Senior Sister," he replied.
This was already the fifty-first time he had referred to himself as a junior brother. There was no way around it; he had just joined the Gangmen and among those present who could participate in the Outer Sect Demonstration, he was indeed the junior to all of them.
It was different from the formal titles used in the academy. Gu Ping found it strange; up until now, he had no idea how many people were hidden within the Outer Court of the academy or how many Old Men were lurking in the shadows.
However, Gu Ping hoped for the academy to grow stronger. After all, unlike the Jade Void Sect, which was solely focused on domination, the academy cared about human lives to some extent. Therefore, when chaos descended, the chances of ordinary people surviving outside the academy's jurisdiction should be significantly higher.
"Please, have a seat."
He took out a jug of Plum Wine and placed it before them, gesturing for them to sit.
"I wield a sword; why hasn’t the Ancestor of the Xiao Family gifted me a spiritual sword? Surely the Ancestor isn’t so impoverished that they can’t even provide a magical sword," he mused.
The intentions of his master were not something that this junior disciple of Gangmen could casually speculate about. The essence of swordsmanship and its application with tools like the Regulation Ruler were vastly different.
His Moonlight Hairpin might be an Eastern Grade Magical Artifact, while his Regulation Ruler and Bu Luo were merely Medium-Grade Spirit Tools. He feared they wouldn’t hold up for more than a few rounds.
Cultivators focus not on spells but on people; it’s not about objects but about oneself. Regardless of how powerful a spiritual tool or true artifact may be, for cultivators, it ultimately comes down to their own strength—only oneself is paramount.
The two of them were speaking as the Regulation Ruler and the Jade Hairpin clashed in mid-air, having exchanged blows dozens of times. The Medium-Grade Spirit Tool, the Regulation Ruler, was no match for the Eastern Grade Magical Artifact, the Jade Hairpin. Cracks had already begun to appear along the edges of the Regulation Ruler. With each collision, Bu Luo still insisted that Fish Princess should change her tactics. Gu Ping remarked, " Bu Fou "
In the wind, every time Gu Ping raised his Wine Flask to drink, Floating Mountain would echo with gasps of astonishment.
"Have you heard? Senior Sister Fish Princess condensed her Golden Core in just half a month. She has already reached the Golden Core Realm at only twenty-one years old. Such talent! Once the Demonstration ends, she will surely become a True Disciple."
The mention of the Golden Core made it seem like Gu Hong's winning streak was about to end. It was likely that Jie Donglai's remaining disciples would be swept away by Senior Sister Fish. Truly astonishing! It seemed like the show was coming to an end.
But why did it seem like every time someone drank, it was Gu Hong? Was Gu Hong somehow favored?
Looking at his Regulation Ruler, it was clear that it was on the verge of breaking. If only he could switch to another Medium-Grade Spirit Tool, perhaps it could hold out a little longer; otherwise, it seemed hopeless.
Crack!
As soon as those words left his mouth, Gu Ping's Regulation Ruler shattered at one corner under the force of the Jade Hairpin, causing a chill to run through the hearts of those watching.
I told you so—the gap was too wide. The level of magical artifacts made a world of difference. Moreover, Gu Hong's cultivation level was a whole realm below Fish Princess's. Gangmen was at most at Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage; how could he compete with a Golden Core Cultivator? Perhaps Fish Princess was going easy on him; otherwise, Gu Hong would have been defeated long ago.
He boasted about his fifty consecutive wins in Outer Sect battles without ever having lost—what was there to be proud of?
As many disciples speculated, the Elders present at Floating Mountain were also sweating for Gu Ping. Historically, no Foundation Practitioner had ever defeated a Golden Core Cultivator. Such disciples usually had been in Outer Sect for at least three years; some even five years as seasoned veterans with numerous trump cards up their sleeves. Yet here was Gu Ping, fighting head-on against a Golden Core Cultivator with such a strategy—there were hardly any Foundation Practitioners who could win under these circumstances.
Gasping! If Fish Princess had broken through to the Golden Core Realm just half a month ago, she might have claimed first place in that Outer Sect Demonstration. If that were true, she would be the first to achieve such a feat; Gangmen could potentially gain an exceptional disciple from this Outer Sect Demonstration. With that kind of performance, winning seemed utterly impossible—truly astonishing!
Elder Liang with the red beard shook his head, looking unconvinced. "Bu Luo," he said, "who has ever seen a Foundation Establishment Early Stage practitioner defeat a Golden Core Cultivator? Who would believe such a tale?"
Gao Qi smiled and said, "I don't think there's anything to gasp about. I believe it's not a bad thing. One should not be arrogant. If that New Sect's Junior Disciple sweeps through the entire Outer Sect, it will inevitably create the illusion that Cheng Zong has no one left. After a month, he may become proud, and by then, it might be too late to suppress him. It's better to maintain the current balance; wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Shizhi nodded in agreement, "You have a point, Old Ancestor Dong. With the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots, and considering our sect values the Chaos Attribute the most, we must cultivate it well. We cannot rush the process; losing is acceptable."
Lao Luo stroked his big beard and fully supported Gao Qi's opinion.
"Admit defeat," he thought. "I don't deny it. I've already seen through his strength."
"It's fine," he continued, "as I said, a Spirit Tool Ruler is something my master can afford. If it breaks, it's no big deal; out with the old and in with the new."
Fighting with that person is truly uninteresting; there's no spark at all, just like Dong Qi—boring.
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