Who Was Competing With You in Luck?

Who Was Competing With You in Luck? On the high platform.

The many outer sect elders had yet to take their seats, leaving one spot vacant in the middle.

Golden Core cultivation.

With a single glance, Gu Yuan saw through the approximate cultivation levels of everyone present.

Cangyuan Palace truly lived up to its reputation as a great and wealthy sect. A Golden Core cultivator could establish a sect in the outside world, yet here, they could only serve as an outer sect elder.

Moving his gaze down from the high platform, Gu Yuan looked at the outer sect disciples standing at the front of the crowd.

He had only given them a cursory glance earlier and had not paid much attention to their specific cultivation levels.

Now that he looked carefully, there were those at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining and those in the late stage of Qi Refining.

There were quite a lot of them.

Fu Chengqin had only just broken through to the middle stage of Qi Refining. No matter how one looked at it, there was quite a gap between him and these people.

It was hard to say whether he could take first place in the tournament.

Gu Yuan had worried himself sick over him. After all, he still had to rely on him to gather energy.

Mm, and Chu Tian as well.

"Silence!"

On the high platform, a Golden Core elder who appeared to have the highest cultivation seemed to have received some news. His gaze swept below, and his voice rang out like a great bell.

A faint pressure spread from around him, adding a touch of solemnity to the previously noisy training grounds.

The area below instantly fell silent. Everyone looked toward the high platform, quietly awaiting further instructions.

"Welcome the Third Elder of the Inner Sect!"

Then, the Golden Core elder slightly bowed toward the left and said respectfully.

"Welcome the Third Elder of the Inner Sect!"

The other elders followed suit and bowed.

The Third Elder of the Inner Sect?

A shadow flickered into view, gradually becoming clear as it appeared in the central seat on the high platform. Its pressure directly overwhelmed the pressure previously released by the Golden Core elder.

The aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator spread out, terrifying beyond measure.

The newcomer was none other than Fu Tianming!

Fu Chengqin's father had actually come?

The disciples below all bowed in greeting, not daring even to breathe loudly.

Naturally, Fu Chengqin was an exception.

Good grief. This old man had personally come to oversee things just so his son could take first place. The backdoor arrangement could not have been more obvious.

"Begin."

The Third Elder of the Inner Sect did not bother with their greetings and merely spoke indifferently, as though nothing concerned him.

"Yes!"

The Golden Core elder bowed and replied.

The rules of the outer sect tournament were actually quite simple, much like those described in many novels.

First came a free-for-all, after which a certain number of people would advance into one-on-one elimination matches.

Yet for many unlucky cultivators, it was not as simple as it sounded.

As streaks of light appeared in the sky, token after token descended from above. At this moment, every disciple held one in their hands.

According to the numbers on the tokens, they would be divided into different free-for-all areas.

Gu Yuan glanced at his token. Area Eighteen.

The token also contained a trace of special energy, similar to the spatial energy from when Chu Tian had left earlier.

After the disciples entered their respective areas, the Golden Core elder cleared his throat and directly announced the start of the tournament.

As soon as his words fell.

The formation rose.

The disciples below, who had already been somewhat restless, became even more agitated.

The free-for-all officially began.

As a spectator, Gu Yuan could not help but marvel at witnessing such a large-scale melee among cultivators firsthand.

Sometimes, the scenes described in novels and the scenes one saw for oneself were entirely different things.

Fu Chengqin was fairly steady in the melee. He was not aggressive and only sought stability.

After consecutively defeating more than ten disciples in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining, he had practically secured his qualification to enter the arena.

"The free-for-all is over!"

With the Golden Core elder's announcement, the preliminary round of the tournament came to an end.

On the high platform, Fu Tianming had maintained the same expression from beginning to end. No one knew what he was thinking.

Could someone who had devised such a method to get his son into the sect truly remain unmoved during a tournament like this?

Gu Yuan thought that was impossible.

After all, only those who used the backdoor knew how sweet it was.

After the free-for-all, there was an hour of rest.

Gu Yuan did not stay idle either. Over these past days, he had absorbed enough energy to imprint the Qi Refining Formula into other people's minds once more.

With a large enough base, his own upper limit would rise faster as well.

It was just that these outer sect disciples...

They all seemed rather unimpressive.

As he carefully examined the many seated disciples, their basic information appeared before Gu Yuan's eyes.

There were no geniuses, nor were there many special ones.

It could be said that without Chu Tian, Fu Chengqin was the only unusual one in the outer sect.

But that was not a problem.

There was no point in being picky.

Why should he be picky over a single Qi Refining Formula?

If quality would not do, they would win through quantity!

Thus, Gu Yuan wandered among the disciples, casually selecting a few who looked pleasing to the eye and imprinting the unique Qi Refining Formula upon them.

The seated bodies of those disciples visibly trembled, but they were cultivators after all and instantly adjusted their states.

At this moment, the nearly ten disciples who had received the cultivation method were utterly astonished.

To suddenly appear before their eyes without being noticed by the elders on the high platform...

Could it be that the patriarch had manifested?

Or had some senior expert passed by and bestowed this opportunity upon them?

Either way, the opportunity was genuine. It was just that this opportunity seemed somewhat simple.

"The Great Dao is simple. I never thought I would receive such an opportunity!"

"This cultivation method looks like the Qi Refining Formula. There must be some secret hidden within it."

"An opportunity! This is an opportunity!!! I'm going to become immortal!"

"..."

Listening to the thoughts of those disciples after they obtained the Qi Refining Formula, Gu Yuan rather admired their ability to fill in the blanks.

Cultivate hard. If you cultivate hard, perhaps one day you really will help me become immortal.

With several more cultivators providing energy, the gathering of energy within his body increased, and the process of breaking through his upper limit drew a little closer.

A bell rang out from nowhere.

It announced the official start of the arena tournament.

The numbers on the tokens changed at this moment as well.

The disciples rose to their feet and looked toward the high platform.

The Third Elder still looked calm and composed, showing no other reaction whatsoever.

"Since the number of participants remaining after the free-for-all is odd, one person will receive a bye this round."

The Golden Core elder's expression did not change. With a wave of his hand, an ancient scroll appeared in midair as he spoke.

Names continuously emerged upon the scroll.

An odd number?

Someone would receive a bye?

There was such a good thing?

This was a test of luck.

Although many people believed they were usually unlucky.

At a critical moment, they still hoped their luck would explode just once.

Cultivators were no exception.

For a time, the outer sect disciples below all looked expectantly at the ancient scroll.

Of course.

Fu Chengqin was an exception.

Mm, and Gu Yuan as well.

In truth, the moment the Golden Core elder said someone would receive a bye, Gu Yuan knew the others had no chance.

Fu Chengqin probably thought the same.

These outer sect disciples.

They were still too young.

They all thought it depended on luck.

But someone else's father was sitting among the judges. Who was competing with you in luck?

"The one receiving a bye is Fu Chengqin!"

The name on the ancient scroll stopped, and it was unmistakably Fu Chengqin.