Did this man not cultivate his cultivation, but instead focus solely on cultivating his mental techniques? Wasn't that putting the cart before the horse?
"Although you've strayed somewhat from the main focus, it is truly no easy feat to have fully cultivated the Jade Purity Realm in such a short time and with such low cultivation. I suppose I must also take responsibility for never having taught you properly."
Dao Xuan felt that he had been too negligent in guiding Jiang Siming, causing him to lose his direction and turn to cultivating mental techniques instead.
He even felt somewhat guilty when he said this.
"All right, let this matter end here. Don't delay today's tournament. Begin."
Dao Xuan was clearly deliberately favoring Jiang Siming. Although Cang Song was indignant, he also knew that he could do nothing to Jiang Siming for the time being.
"No matter how advanced your mental techniques are, without cultivation as a foundation, they're nothing more than a lofty tower built on sand. We'll see how badly you embarrass yourself in the tournament!"
Cang Song sneered inwardly. He then turned and reminded his disciples that when they encountered Jiang Siming later, they needn't hold back and should fight him with all their strength.
The Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament officially began.
There were more than a thousand disciples in total, and six arenas had been set up. The disciples would compete in batches.
Jiang Siming looked at his number: Ding-You, Twenty-Four.
That meant he was assigned to the Ding arena, and his turn would come in the twenty-fourth match. His opponent would also be the contestant assigned Ding-You, Twenty-Four.
However, Jiang Siming still did not know who it would be. Knowing or not knowing no longer mattered.
His turn was still a long way off. At