I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 36: Even if I cannot cultivate, I’d still cultivate!

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"Hrahhhh!" Xuan Wu grits his teeth, pounding the ground with his fist, spilling curses from his mouth.

From his surroundings, spiritual energy gets sucked into his breath like crazy! Atleast, that is what he believes.

In reality, it's more like a drip of spiritual energy per minute, which is outrageous.

Xuan Wu shakes his head, letting a solemn breath out and cooling his red face. "Okay, that is enough!"

Blood covers his lips, and he groans in pain.

"Damn it, this technique is bullshit! Not only is the cultivation speed very slow, it hurts like hell!" Xuan Wu continues cursing.

What he was cursing a few minutes ago wasn't his slow cultivation speed, or the pain, he was cursing at his technique!

The One Thousand Sword Cultivation Technique which Xuan Wu currently cultivates is a cheap copy of an actually great technique, crafted by a drunkard with nothing to do.

Zeng Su despised Xuan Wu, so he ended up granting this technique to him.

"Anyways..." Xuan Wu shuts his eyes and returns to cultivation.

A sharp wind blows outside of his abode, and Zeng Su appears.

Though he does not do anything, but stand there.

"How interesting, I could've sworn I'd sensed something." His eyebrows shudder, and then he takes a sip of wine from his gourd, disappearing.

Far away from the Sword Peak, the colosseum stands tall, and an onslaught of sound emanates from it.

Disciples cheer and boo, some frustrated at their money going to waste, while others grin ear to ear.

For the second segment, only two stages are on the battleground, as opposed to the first segment's three stages.

Fatty Wang laughs and cheers as he watches from the stands.

As enjoyable as the second segment can be, there are no interesting disciples participating, as in the third segment, disciples like Xun Shi, Liu Huan, and even Zuo Linxgin are participating.

Back at the Sword Peak, Xuan wu sits silently in his abode, contemplating something.

"For the third segment... should I spectate or not?" Xuan Wu ponders.

He then shakes his head furiously.

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"What am I thinking? I should stay here and cultivate, yes." Xuan Wu decides.

He sits in a meditative position and continues cultivating.

Outside, the sun sets, the moon rises, and then the sun ascends once more.

Xuan Wu focuses with all his might, not a single thought in his head.

Bang. Bang. Bang!

Suddenly, he hears knocking come from the wooden door of his abode.

The door opens and Fatty Wang peeks his head inside, looking around.

"Xuan Wu, the third segment is starting, just letting you know." He nods, and then shuts the door.

Xuan Wu stares blankly at the door. "Eh."

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Outside of the Sword Peak, the colosseum is booming with noise, even more than the first and second segment combined.

In the stands, Fatty Wang and Zi Rougang sit together, with a sharp aura emanating from Zi Rougang.

Fatty Wang chuckles, "Brother Zi, you've been cultivating hard haven't you?" He pats his back.

Zi Rougang nonchalantly nods as he feels Fatty Wang's palm repeatedly patting his back. "Yes, I was inspired by brother Xuan."

Fatty Wang shakes his head in admiration. "Ah, brother Xuan, how could a man be so dedicated to cultivation!" He exclaims, clutching his robes tightly. "Even though most of the sect came to watch the third segment, he still remains in his humble abode, uncaring of the joys and desires around him!"

Zi Rougang claps his hands, now inspired twofold.

Over in the elder stands, they are now more packed than ever, with all of the peak elders sitting down.

Han Kuang guffaws, smacking a random elders back, which results in the elder yelping.

"My, I put all my gold on Xun Shi! That brat better not lose." He pats his belly.

Nearby, an elegant man in golden robes shakes his head, resting his hand on his lap. "Han Kuang, really, do you expect to make... more out of that?" He tilts his head.

Han Kuang turns to him with narrowed eyes. "What did you mean by that, you powdered peacock."

Yin Song nonchalantly turns his head, indifferent of the insult directed his way. "Oh, it's nothing, I'm just baffled by your lack of... intelligence." He shrugs, dismissively putting his hand up to his face to check out his nails.

He slicks his perfect white hair back, keeping it elegant with his qi.

Han Kuang stomps, then states, "I have no interest in those who hide behind their image, I am much better off listening to actions rather than words."

The way he effortlessly transformed from brash and crude to refined and stoic spooked a nearby elder.

Yin Song turns to a jade throne, and then smiles with his palms on his chin.

"Oh dear Yi Na, how are you? I haven't seen you since last year!" He chuckles.

Lady Yi Na, who sits on the jade throne, smiles wistfully.

"Yin Song... about your wife—"

Yin Song shakes his head, and then waves his hand. "Pleh! Who cares about her." He then closes his eyes, relaxing in his seat. "I'm liking that serene vibe. Who knows, perhaps I'll join your peak."

Lady Yi Na gracefully laughs, covering her mouth. "Really? You? One of the strongest in the sect looking to join this humble girl's sect?"

Yin Song laughs. "Aren't you too old to be calling yourself 'girl'?"

Nearby, a fucking laugh is heard, and it is so fucking loud that three elders nearby pass out while their ears bleed.

"Aha, ahahaha, yeah, little girl, aren't you too old." A man with a belly so big it's as if he is pregnant with three grown men and a beard so thick a golden eagle could make its nest there laughs.

Yin Song freezes, nearly shitting his pants, even as a nascent soul cultivator.

Even the stoic Han Kuang lets his emotions slip, he gets up and runs away, but time suddenly freezes.

The birds in the sky, Lady Yi Na's face which had just fell, even the passed out elders still falling, they all freeze.

The big man chuckles one more time, and then stands up.

"Why so... slow?" He asks, his eyebrows raising.

He draws both of his arms, spreading them back, and then claps.

This clap was so loud, it overshadowed the audience in the colosseum.

Within the few seconds in which his palms were stuck together, Yin Song grabs Lady Yi Na and dashes away, Han Kuang lunges towards the audience stands, and more elders run away in utter fear.

The big man rubs his chin, and then leaps up, disappearing.

At the now empty elder stands, Yin Song returns with a face full of fear.

"W-who was that?" His hand trembles as he puts his hair back into place.

Han Kuang returns, sweat covering his face. "That man... is unordinary. Not even the sect leader with his full power had me this frightened."

He looks towards the battleground, and then at the blue crystal, which starts shining.

"It's beginning."

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