Chapter 6 Begin

The promotion assessment was soon over, and Lu Ping passed it easily.

In the last month, three more people in the seventh team reached the sixth level of Blood Refining. There were already thirty-four disciples who reached the sixth level of Blood Refining in the seventh team. However, looking at Immortal Senior Liu’s silent look, Lu Ping strongly doubted whether any of these three people made the breakthrough by forcibly taking a lot of elixirs and using spiritual stones despite the poison residue and the Bloodline's endurance.

Although the sect would still train and foster them as usual, such an overly radical method would leave the cultivators with internal injuries. In the future, it would be much more difficult for them to reach the late stage of Blood Refining than for ordinary people.

There were still twelve people who were at the seventh level of Blood Refining, and they did not bring surprises to Immortal Senior Liu anymore, but the sixth disciple reached the eighth level. Immortal Senior Liu gave him personal coaching for a total of three days and two hours a day.

Lu Ping remembered that he saw the sixth disciple in the market a few days ago who was also there for the bronze mirror. He was probably eager to find a magic weapon to help him make the breakthrough and assist him in the Grand Competition. However, Lu Ping didn't know whether he had got a magic weapon or not.

As usual, Immortal Senior Liu stood on the cliff stone in front of the platform, looking at the twelve disciples who were going to participate in the Grand Competition, and said, "In this Grand Competition, the sect will increase the rewards. The second level disciples who reach the late stage of Blood Refining will be awarded twenty spiritual stones. All those who enter the top sixty-four will be awarded forty spiritual stones. Disciples who enter the top thirty-two will be awarded twenty cultivation elixirs besides forty spiritual stones. Those who enter the top sixteen will be awarded another low-grade magic weapon besides forty spiritual stones and twenty cultivation elixirs. And disciples who enter the top eight will be admitted as inner disciples and be awarded a blood dissolving elixir!"

"Blood dissolving elixir!"

"Really? Blood dissolving elixir? It will provide a greater chance of entering the Blood Dissolving stage!"

"In the past, only those who entered the top four would get such an elixir!"

"The rumors are true. This time the awards are really rich!"

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Immortal Senior Liu was very satisfied with the reactions of the disciples, as if he was the one who made these rules. He coughed softly. Seeing the disciples turning their attention to him again, he continued, "Moreover, if you enter the top four, you'll get a medium-grade magic weapon. Then the two people who enter the final duel can get a Mysterious Skill from Cangjing Pavilion. The winner will be awarded a Zhenren Magic Treasure of the Alchemy stage!"

Magic Treasure! The disciples looked at each other silently. They were all shocked. Probably only the first and second disciples who had reached the ninth level of Blood Refining had a chance to get the Magic Treasure!

Yao Yong, the first disciple, and Du Feng, the second disciple, already looked very confident and itched to have a go.

Immortal Senior Liu seemed to have expected their reactions. Looking at the twelve pairs of round eyes below, remembering that he reached this position step by step as an ordinary disciple of True Spirit Academy, and thinking about the purpose of this Grand Competition, he sighed with emotion!

Lu Ping looked at the other elated disciples. Although he was also excited, he couldn't help but wonder why the sect doubled the rewards and became so generous this time.

Lu Ping looked at Immortal Senior Liu and found that he looked a little dazed at first and then a confused look appeared in his eyes. Immortal Senior Liu might have known some inside information.

Although Lu Ping was excited, he was not confused by the generous rewards. There were twenty teams of second level disciples and more than two hundred disciples who had reached the late stage of Blood Refining or ranked top ten in their teams though they hadn't reached the late stage of Blood Refining.

He had reached the late stage of the seventh level and could enter the top sixty-four at most. With Blood Magic Figures, two magic weapons, and the magic methods of Shu Realm that he was gradually familiar with, he could try to enter the top sixteen under the condition that he was lucky enough not to meet any rivals who had reached the ninth level of Blood Refining in the competition.

The top 8 could get a blood dissolving elixir! This was Lu Ping's largest motivation!

Although he had some cultivation resources, comparing with the disciples who were at the ninth level of Blood Refining, he was not sure if he could enter the top eight. As far as he knew, Yao Yong and Du Feng each had at least two magic weapons which might be medium-grade. The fourth female disciple, Shi Lingling, was born in a cultivators' family. She also had two magic weapons. Lu Ping didn't know what the others had got, but he didn't dare to underestimate them.

Moreover, this was only the situation of his rivals in the seventh team!

If Lu Ping reached the eighth level of Blood Refining, he might enter the top eight. However, it had only been three months since Lu Ping reached the seventh level. Although he reached the late stage of the seventh level unexpectedly, he never thought that he could enter the eighth level smoothly.

Even the first disciple, Yao Yong, who was regarded as a genius by Immortal Senior Liu, took two and a half years to reach the eighth level. The fourth female disciple, Shi Lingling reached the seventh level when she was only thirteen years old, and it took her two years to reach the eighth level. Even though she had reached the late stage of the eighth level at seventeen years old, reaching the ninth level appeared as distant as ever for her.

Could he reach the eighth level? Lu Ping shook his head and decided not to dwell on this question!

The morning sun was like the disciples of True Spirit Academy, rising to the sky with strong vitality, and the joyful smiling faces dyed the entire True Spirit Academy with beautiful color!

The Promotion Grand Competition for the second level disciples of True Spirit Academy was going to be held in the square of the academy.

Nine rings rose in the center of the square. The biggest ring was encircled by the eight small ones.

Below the central ring, more than two hundred second-level disciples were divided into twenty teams, each with a number of people. The largest team had fourteen or fifteen disciples, and the smallest team had ten disciples. Each team was led by an Immortal Senior who was at the Blood Dissolving stage.

Outside the eight small rings, there was already a sea of people. Other disciples of True Spirit Academy who were not qualified to participate in the competition and the first and third level disciples all came to see the Promotion Grand Competition. With some other outer disciples, there were tens of thousands of people.

In an uproar, a clear shout was heard, "Please be quiet, everyone!"

The entire square suddenly fell silent. A middle-aged Immortal Senior walked to the central ring, and the disciples below whispered again.

Lu Ping knew that this man was the head of the first team, Immortal Senior Wang. The heads of the second level disciples were all headed by him. It was said that Immortal Senior Wang already had the strength of the late stage of Blood Dissolving. These were the last second level disciples he led, and he would then take charge of the third level disciples.

Immortal Senior Wang, who had a majestic appearance, walked to the stage, glanced around and shouted, "Leading Immortal Seniors come up to the central ring! All disciples shall greet the dean with us!"

Twenty people including Immortal Senior Liu got up and flew to the ring. They bowed with the disciples and shouted in unison, "Greetings, dean!"

"Haha..." A hearty laugh came. It was not loud, but everyone heard it very clearly, "The Promotion Grand Competition is held every five years, and I'm sorry to keep you waiting every time!"

When the laughter was heard, the dean was still out of sight. When he began to speak, three green lights rushed in from outside the academy. When he finished speaking, he was already standing on the central ring. Two other middle-aged Taoists arrived behind him.

The volume of his voice remained the same in the crowd's ears. If they hadn't watched the old man flying here from a distance, they would have thought that he had been talking on the ring.