The rain finally stopped after pouring nonstop for two days.
During those two days, the hottest topic of discussion in the Dao Sect was Chu Huai Xu's sword-body dual cultivation and how he had flicked away the rain on the arena.
That scene left an extremely deep impression on everyone who had witnessed it.
Even in the Inner Sect, many senior brothers and sisters were discussing it.
That day, Liu Chengqi, the steward's son, had secretly gone to watch the match as well, hiding among the crowd.
Strictly speaking, Chu Huai Xu's Jiligu Lu Eight Trigrams Palm had been taught by him.
Yet the other man had already become an Outer Sect prodigy, sweeping all before him in the first few rounds with nothing but a single Eight Wastelands Roaming Dragon!
"And what about me? I'm still a cripple with a damaged Spirit Fetus."
Liu Chengqi was utterly dejected, his heart filled with envy.
He had once wondered whether, if his Spirit Fetus had not been damaged, he could have made a name for himself in this East Continent Grand Competition with the talent of a High-grade Spiritual Embryo.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
Meanwhile, in a Small Courtyard on Medicine Mountain, Niu Yuanshan gazed at the drizzle outside the window, his feelings equally complicated.
"Chu Huai Xu can actually go this far?" He had never expected it.
Originally, he had only hoped that this newcomer in the organization would perform well enough to become familiar to the Dao Sect higher-ups.
Yet just yesterday, even Ji Sikong, the most highly regarded candidate in the Outer Sect at the beginning, had been defeated by him.
In the blink of an eye, he had become a hot favorite to win the championship—a genuine man of the hour!
Old Niu had been so