The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1140 - 602: Sect Leader
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As far as he knew, both of them were very strong. ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐ค๐ถ
But then he thought of his own status, coughed, and once again put on a smile of approval.
"There are many choices to bypass," he thought, "This only shows how powerful the Spirit Sect is. But I am a disciple of prestige and the younger brother of the Sect Leader. I shouldn't compare myself with these youths. They are the future of the sect, and bullying them is wrong. Yes. Any comparison should wait until they become part of the Inner Sect!" After making his decision, he continued to stand there, looking around with constant praise.
More and more people crowded into the valley. All Level 8 Qi Condensation disciples were cracking in preparation for battle. For those with lower cultivation bases, they naturally became spectators.
Among the three peaks of the South Shore, there were about a thousand disciples at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, all appearing in the valley. Yan Xiaobao was familiar with some of them. However, not everyone liked the crowd and excitement. Many preferred to practice their cultivation in secret, waiting for such occasions to finally show off.
Countless other Outer Sect disciples who were not qualified to participate eagerly awaited the results of the qualifications. Everyone was eager to find out who could enter the top 100, and of course, the top ten.
As for who would be in the top three, it seemed there was not much suspense. It was speculated that those spots would belong to Shangguan Tianyou, Lu Tianlei, and Zhou Xinqi.
Gradually, about eight thousand Level 8 disciples and other surrounding disciples quieted down. The feeling of pressure began to permeate, gradually, a premonition of violence.
A suffocating, oppressive feeling weighed everyone down, and people started to become tense.
Yan Xiaobao was surprised to find himself becoming tense too, though he was unsure why. He reminded himself that he wouldn't participate and looked around, forcing himself to relax.
At that moment, Li Qinghou's voice sounded from the balcony above. "The fierce competition between the North and South Banks is about to begin!
"Some of you have secretly practiced your cultivation, keeping your true strength unknown to the public. Now is your opportunity to shine. You should not worry that your rapid progress or unique fortune will become the subject of greed among higher-grade members. Cultivation is personal, and everyone has the right to their own secrets. The Spirit Stream Sect has a history of ten thousand years. It is not by chance that we have developed from a Small Sect to our current level of glory. All of this is because of the fortune of our disciples. No matter how much fortune you gain, it is your personal destiny!
"Some are called electors by others. However, it is only because of your talent. Talent can be found anywhere in defeat. Today is the day to prove yourselves. Today is the day to show whether you truly deserve the title bestowed upon you by others. Today, you can prove whether you truly should become... the chosen ones!" Li Qinghou's voice was deep, filled with pride, resonating with the gloomy pressure filling the area. Those listening began to breathe nervously.
Disciples with various secrets could look at everyone with shining eyes.
As for Lu Tianlei and other famous disciples, judging by their expressions, they were clearly eager to fight.
"Competitors in the top 100 of the qualification rounds will be promoted to the Inner Sect. The top ten will continue to represent the South Shore in the grand finals held every thirty years. This time, we have the opportunity to ensure that our fellow North Shore remembers who we are!" With that, Li Qinghou flicked his sleeve, causing a rumbling sound to permeate the air as three rays of light shot out from three directions on the South Shore's peaks.
Everything was shocked; it was as if invisible hands were tearing the air above the valley, causing a massive bridge to appear!
This was an ancient, primitive bridge, like something pulled out from a primordial era. It was built of stone, covered in ancient magical symbols that glittered with light.
The bridge was 300 meters wide and very long, so that it couldn't be seen in a single glance. Compared to it, it was so magnificent and grand that the valley they were in seemed nothing more than a stepping stone.
The next speaker was not Li Qinghou but Xu Meixiang. "This is the Spiritual Flow Bridge, a valuable treasure of our sect. It has been summoned as your path in this trial. After the ninth bell toll, all Level 8 Qi Condensation disciples will step onto this bridge!" Xu Meixiang stood there, beautiful and melancholy, her robes flowing in the wind, her hair tousled beside her. She looked not like a woman but more like an immortal.
"The first person to reach the end of the bridge will be first place. The same method will be used to determine who is in the top one hundred, top ten!" As Xu Meixiang's voice continued to echo through the valley, the disciples eagerly looked up at the bridge.
This form of competition is a comprehensive way to test disciples. The rules do not prohibit combat; as long as no lethal attacks occur, anything is allowed. Whoever reaches the finish line first will be the winner!
Of course, there will be obstacles along the way, and even luck will play a role.
While waiting, the spectators panted, their eyes gleaming, cultivation bases excited. As the bell began to toll, Yan Xiaobao stood there yawning.
Once, twice, three times... four tolls, five tolls, six tolls....
