Qi Gathering Fifth Level, New Disciple Martial Competition

The next morning, Lin Changkong woke early.

"System, extract cultivation."

At any time, in any place, leveling up was the most important thing.

Lin Changkong was looking forward to it. This time, he had the fourth-tier martial art, Blood Fiend Saber Qi. It would definitely be harder to cultivate than the Crimson Flame Blood Fiend Technique. With a hundred years of cultivation, how far could he improve?

[First year: You began cultivating Blood Fiend Saber Qi, but you could never grasp the knack and found it difficult to get started. You also spent a great deal of time cultivating Blood Fiend Saber Qi, causing your realm to improve slowly.]

[Second year: You continued cultivating Blood Fiend Saber Qi, but could not grasp the knack and found it difficult to get started...]

[Third year: You continued cultivating Blood Fiend Saber Qi, but could not grasp the knack...]

Seeing the familiar wording, Lin Xiuyuan began to suspect that the system had undergone professional training in PUAing its host.

Was there any need to tear a person down like that?

[Tenth year: You finally grasped a small trick and cultivated your first strand of Blood Fiend Saber Qi.]

[Twentieth year: Your Blood Fiend Saber Qi reached the beginner level.]

[Fiftieth year: You finally cultivated Blood Fiend Saber Qi to the proficient realm. You could kill from a distance and even fight opponents above your level.]

[Sixtieth year: Your realm broke through, reaching Qi Gathering Fourth Level.]

[Eightieth year: You felt that you had comprehended Blood Fiend Saber Qi and could even fire saber qi from your rear passage. But you soon discovered that it was not saber qi—you were merely farting.]

[Ninetieth year: You felt that cultivation was truly too difficult. The most important thing in life should be to live freely and unrestrainedly. You wanted to visit a brothel, but gave up because you were afraid of catching a disease.]

[One hundredth year: After long and bitter cultivation, your Blood Fiend Saber Qi reached the minor accomplishment realm, and your Crimson Flame Blood Fiend Technique reached the Transcendent Realm. You finally attained Qi Gathering Fifth Level.]

[Name: Lin Changkong]

[Realm: Qi Gathering Fifth Level]

[Physical body: Comparable to Qi Gathering Second Level, a humanoid bulldozer]

[Techniques: Vajra Body Refining Technique (Second Tier, Transcendent); Crimson Flame Blood Fiend Technique (Third Tier, Transcendent)]

[Martial arts: Eight Extremes Collapse Fist (First Tier, Transcendent); Wind Breaking Saber (Second Tier, Transcendent); Blood Fiend Saber Qi (Fourth Tier, Minor Accomplishment)]

Once the extraction was complete, his realm had still advanced by two minor levels. But this time, the speed was clearly slower than before, and he had only barely reached Qi Gathering Fifth Level.

However, aside from his own aptitude, it was also because Blood Fiend Saber Qi was a fourth-tier martial art and required more time to cultivate. Naturally, that left less time to raise his realm.

Yet Blood Fiend Saber Qi reaching minor accomplishment brought far greater benefits than the slight increase in realm.

Furthermore, the Crimson Flame Blood Fiend Technique had reached the Transcendent Realm as well. His Crimson Flame Spiritual Energy was now incomparably pure.

When layered with Blood Fiend Saber Qi, its power would certainly be even greater.

With a thought from Lin Changkong, he sensed a sharp aura coursing through his body. That was the Blood Fiend Saber Qi condensed through his own body as the medium.

He raised his hand and swept it through the air. A strand of saber qi shot out from afar and struck the ground, instantly carving a bottomless fissure into the earth.

He then unleashed seven or eight strands of saber qi at once. The saber qi crisscrossed, weaving into a net and cutting the ground into a grid pattern.

"The power is even greater than I expected. And it can be fired over a wide area—everything within range gets indiscriminately attacked. This is absolutely a godly skill for group fights."

Lin Changkong was very satisfied. With this move, he now possessed his greatest trump card for today's New Disciple Martial Competition.

He knew very well that he had thoroughly offended Luo Qingyi at yesterday's new disciple gathering. Luo Qingyi was so narrow-minded that she would certainly not let it go and would have people target him.

Moreover, he had offended quite a few people yesterday. There was a high chance that he would be worn down by one wave after another. Having a trump card was therefore extremely important.

Taking his saber with him, Lin Changkong headed out.

"Morning, Junior Brother."

The moment he stepped outside, Hong Ye was standing at the door, greeting him with a beaming smile.

Lin Changkong smiled as well. "Morning, Senior Sister."

"Today is the New Disciple Martial Competition. Do your best—make sure you get into the top thirty, and strive for the top twenty. I'll personally go cheer you on."

Hong Ye clenched her fists, looking utterly serious as she encouraged him.

Lin Changkong said, "All right. Then thank you for your thoughtfulness, Senior Sister."

"With our relationship, why are you thanking me? I heard that you caused quite a commotion at yesterday's new disciple gathering. You openly defied Elder Luo and even beat up a Qi Gathering Second Level disciple and a Qi Gathering First Level disciple. Is that true?"

"It is."

Hong Ye looked at him in surprise. "Junior Brother, you really are bold. Luo Qingyi is famously petty. Since you defied her like that, you'll definitely face retaliation today.

Let me tell you, the format of the New Disciple Martial Competition is not simple. It isn't one-on-one—it's a free-for-all!

All the new disciples will be thrown into the same arena. Whoever remains standing until the end will be the final victor. Since you offended so many people, I'm afraid you'll be gang-beaten today."

"A free-for-all?"

Lin Changkong was somewhat surprised as well. He truly had never seen such a format before.

But he was only surprised. Fear was out of the question.

Hong Ye said, "Yes, a free-for-all. So? Doesn't it sound terrifying?"

She really wanted to see Lin Changkong look worried. When she had first heard of this format, her heart had pounded wildly too. There were simply too many unforeseen variables in a free-for-all.

But Lin Changkong shook his head and said, "Terrifying? What's terrifying about it? I'm even more excited now!"

"Ah?"

Hong Ye wilted.

Lin Changkong said, "Isn't that right? Since it's a free-for-all, I can beat up whoever I want. Anyone I don't like, I can beat them all up. Just thinking about it feels great!"

Hong Ye: "!!!"

"Good heavens, Senior Sister could never have imagined such a way of thinking in her entire life!"

The two ate at the dining hall together before heading toward the martial arena.

Outside the martial arena, the new disciples were rapidly gathering. As soon as Lin Changkong arrived, he spotted several familiar faces—Zhang Dali and Feng Xiaoman, whom he had beaten badly yesterday.

When the two saw Lin Changkong, their faces twitched slightly, their eyes brimming with murderous intent.

"What are you looking at, dead-fish eyes?"

Lin Changkong swept his gaze over them and spoke coldly.

Zhang Dali was furious. "Don't be so arrogant. Today, you won't be walking out of the martial arena."

Feng Xiaoman said, "Just wait to become crippled!"

Lin Changkong chuckled. "Are you talking about yourselves? Since you have such a request, don't worry. I'll fulfill it when the time comes."

The crowd suddenly erupted in commotion as several richly dressed, extraordinary-looking, and icy figures approached.

Lin Changkong looked over as well. There were four of them in total, and the auras they vaguely exuded were all very powerful.

"Luo Ling, Zhao Zheng, Zhong Li—those are the three strongest newcomers of this class. They're all at Qi Gathering Third Level."

"Not only that, the person beside Luo Ling is called Luo Xiu. I heard he's already at Qi Gathering Second Level too. The top ranks of this New Disciple Martial Competition will probably come from among them."

"Having a powerful background really is great. They've already left us far behind from the very start. Sigh."

The surrounding crowd stirred, and information about the group immediately reached Lin Changkong's ears.

Many people were envious and jealous. Of course, some also rushed to flatter them.

"Entering the sect at Qi Gathering Third Level—they're too strong. With talent like that, they're far stronger than that Lin Changkong who ran wild yesterday."

Some people thought of Lin Changkong and began comparing him to the group.

But just as that person finished speaking, Luo Ling's expression suddenly turned cold. She flashed to his side and sent him flying with a slap.

Caught completely off guard, the man fell to the ground with a face full of horror.

"Senior Sister Luo, what... what do you mean by this?"

Luo Ling said coldly, "You compared me to Lin Changkong just now, didn't you?"

The man said, "Y-yes, but I didn't say anything bad about you. I said you were far stronger than him."

Bang!

Luo Ling kicked him flying again and snorted coldly. "Hmph! Blind fool. Do you need to be the one to tell everyone that I'm far stronger than him?

Comparing me with trash like him is an insult to my identity and strength. That is why you were beaten!

That kind of trash is not even qualified to be compared with me!"