Seven Peaks Tournament

A month before the Seven Peaks Tournament began, Du Bishu finally returned to the mountain after being away for a long time. He also brought back a magical treasure that shocked all of Da Zhu Peak: dice. The moment Du Bishu revealed his treasure, everyone burst into laughter. Jiang Ming, who was eating, nearly sprayed out his water.

What a talent. Jiang Ming could not help shaking his head in admiration. At first, he had not thought much of it, but when he imagined Du Bishu riding the dice through the air, the three dice instantly enlarging as their numbers kept spinning, the image of "666" involuntarily appeared in his mind. The thought was simply too much for him to bear. Jiang Ming felt that these dice could definitely rival a brick as a weapon, without question. With these dice, even Fa Ge would not dare gamble against him. Too awesome. He could be said to win every bet!

The long-awaited Seven Peaks Tournament of the Qingyun Sect officially began today. Everyone from Da Zhu Peak arrived before Shou Jing Hall early in the morning, glowing with excitement as they waited to depart. Jiang Ming, however, was not in a hurry. After all, was first place not already guaranteed? The only question was how he would defeat the other peaks. Still, when facing Xiao Zhu Peak's disciples, he ought to show Shui Yue some respect. Shui Yue had been his guide, and she also had an extraordinary relationship with his mother in this world. As for the other four peaks, who cared? He would do whatever looked the most impressive. A young man who did not show off had wasted his youth! Right?

Among the people of Da Zhu Peak, only Eldest Senior Brother Song Daren, Second Senior Brother Wu Dayi, Third Senior Brother Zheng Dali, and Fourth Senior Brother He Dazhi had participated in the previous Seven Peaks Tournament. Fifth Senior Brother Lu Daxin, Sixth Senior Brother Du Bishu, and Seventh Senior Brother Jiang Ming were all disciples Tian Buyi had taken in over the past few decades. Then there were the young Tian Ling'er, Zhang Xiao Fan, and Jiang Ming, the young man pretending to be young. None of them had ever attended this grand event held once every sixty years by the Qingyun Sect.

Tian Ling'er rarely had the chance to go out. Having learned early on about today's grand event, she seized the chance before Tian Buyi and Su Ru arrived to cling to the most experienced Song Daren, chattering endlessly as she asked, "Eldest Senior Brother, are there really that many fellow disciples attending the Seven Peaks Tournament?"

"Of course. The Seven Peaks Tournament is the greatest event of our sect. Every branch regards it as a top priority. Moreover, the senior and junior brothers selected to represent their respective branches are all the finest among their peers. There is no need to describe how spectacular and thrilling that scene is." Song Daren was beaming today and in an excellent mood. Faced with Tian Ling'er's questions, he answered with great enthusiasm.

Just as He Dazhi came over to tease Song Daren, Jiang Ming noticed Zhang Xiao Fan standing alone at the back of the crowd. He said nothing and looked distracted. Seeing this, Jiang Ming walked over and asked, "Xiao Fan, what's wrong? Didn't Master allow you to take part in the Seven Peaks Tournament?"

Zhang Xiao Fan's lips moved. His right hand instinctively touched his chest, and after a long pause, he finally said, "Seventh Senior Brother, I'm fine."

Jiang Ming immediately asked, "Is that Firewood Stick at your chest?"

"Senior Brother, how did you know?" Zhang Xiao Fan's face filled with surprise when Jiang Ming saw through him at once.

"You've been using that Firewood Stick to cook for the past two years. How could I not know?" Jiang Ming replied at once, putting on an expression as though it were only natural.

When Tian Ling'er saw Zhang Xiao Fan take out the Firewood Stick, her face filled with surprise. She immediately walked over and asked, "Xiao Fan, why are you carrying this blackened Firewood Stick around with you?"

"Senior Sister, Master has shown me kindness and allowed me to go see it for myself. My cultivation is shallow, I have no magical treasures, and I do not know how to use any..." Zhang Xiao Fan was somewhat surprised to see that it was the senior sister he admired. He muttered for a long time before finally replying.

Tian Ling'er immediately burst into laughter. "Oh, so that's how it is. So you're taking this—this Firewood Stick—to compete in the Seven Peaks Tournament? In Qingyun Sect's two thousand years of history, having a Sixth Senior Brother who refined dice into a magical treasure was strange enough. I never expected that you—you would actually bring a Firewood Stick to... If my father saw this, he'd— Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"

Song Daren and the others standing nearby could not help bursting into laughter as well. Seeing his senior brothers and sisters grinning broadly, Zhang Xiao Fan suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart. The anger passed in an instant, but it was so intense that it nearly suffocated him. Jiang Ming caught it all in his eyes. Soul Seizing and the Bloodthirsty Bead were both immensely vicious objects. Though they had been blood-refined, they could not possibly have no effect on Zhang Xiao Fan. Once his emotions fluctuated or he suffered a blow, those vicious objects would seize the opening and take advantage of him. Pu Zhi had slaughtered Cao Miao Village under just such circumstances.

Jiang Ming immediately stepped to Zhang Xiao Fan's side and placed his right hand on Zhang Xiao Fan's shoulder. Threads of spiritual power entered Zhang Xiao Fan's body, startling him awake at once. He turned to look at Jiang Ming and said, "Seventh Senior Brother, I..."

"Xiao Fan, you needn't care about it. I saw everything. To be honest, judging purely by magical treasures, there are not many in all of Qingyun that can compare to your Firewood Stick. You simply do not know it and have been using it to cook. There are some things I cannot explain to you in detail, but during this Seven Peaks Tournament, you will definitely shine brilliantly." Jiang Ming nodded at him, telling him not to worry, to prepare well for the Seven Peaks Tournament, and not to let his thoughts run wild.

Zhang Xiao Fan's expression changed dramatically. In a daze, he asked, "S-Senior Brother, is what you said true?"

Jiang Ming said nothing. He merely nodded at Zhang Xiao Fan, then walked off into the distance to prepare for departure, leaving Zhang Xiao Fan standing there in a daze.

While Zhang Xiao Fan was still lost in thought, Tian Buyi and Su Ru emerged. Tian Buyi wore a sky-blue robe today, carrying himself with great solemnity. As for Su Ru, she wore a light green dress, with a jade flower hairpin and golden ornament in her hair. Her brows resembled distant mountains touched with dark ink, her skin was like white jade, her eyes were as gentle as water, and a smile rested on her red lips. She was truly breathtaking.

Tian Buyi looked over his disciples, nodded, and said, "Let's go." The moment the words left his mouth, he waved his right hand and formed a sword seal. His immortal sword rose into the air. After greeting Su Ru, he was the first to break through the sky and depart.

Su Ru shook her head and said to everyone, "You should all set off as well." Then she suddenly turned to Jiang Ming. "Ming'er, Xiao Fan's cultivation is not sufficient. Take him with you."

Jiang Ming nodded toward Su Ru from afar.

Seeing this, Su Ru turned into a streak of pale green light and soared into the Azure Sky, chasing after Tian Buyi's crimson streak of light.

After seeing that their master and mistress had left, Song Daren and the others each took out their magical treasures and headed toward Tongtian Peak. Jiang Ming also walked over to Zhang Xiao Fan and said, "Xiao Fan, let's go too."

Jiang Ming immediately took out the Soaring Frost Sword and formed a sword seal. The Soaring Frost Sword instantly expanded several times in size and hovered in the air. Jiang Ming and Zhang Xiao Fan promptly stepped firmly onto the sword. With a point from Jiang Ming, the Soaring Frost Sword accelerated in an instant, tearing through the sky with a sonic boom.

Standing atop the sword, Zhang Xiao Fan was startled by Jiang Ming's speed. It was simply too fast. When he had flown with Senior Sister on her Red Silk, it had never been anywhere near this fast. Xiao Hui, the monkey, clutched Zhang Xiao Fan's clothes tightly and had clearly been frightened as well. Wild winds howled and white clouds swept past, making it impossible for Zhang Xiao Fan to keep his eyes open. He could only grip Jiang Ming's clothes tightly, afraid of falling. Seeing this, Jiang Ming spread out a protective aura shield that covered the entire sword, blocking the fierce wind outside. Then he asked Zhang Xiao Fan behind him, "Xiao Fan, are you all right?"

Zhang Xiao Fan replied, "Senior Brother, your speed is too fast. Even Xiao Hui has been blown too scared to move."

"Sorry, I didn't notice for a moment. You don't feel uncomfortable now, right?" Jiang Ming asked apologetically. He was used to suddenly accelerating, like a sports car instantly picking up speed. That sensation could become addictive. With his powerful body, Jiang Ming naturally did not need to care, but Zhang Xiao Fan was different.

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