Primordial Cultivator

“Hmph, for our Qianlong Sect, we must destroy the Kunlun Sect,” one of the disciples from the Qianlong Sect roared.

The same thing was happening on Kunlun Sect as they continued to fight in their halberd techniques.

As the fighting continued, the crowd had slowly turned bored since they kept seeing the same techniques over and over again.

“Ugh, how long are they going to be on the stage?” Shan Zhilan pouted as she was already bored to death from the start.

“Patience, Shan Zhilan.” Jing Feng said calmly.

“They are using a halberd, so it’s a given that the fight would take longer.”

“Exactly why I’m annoyed. Out of every weapon they can choose to specialize and argue about, they had to choose a damn halberd.”

Halberd isn’t really a common weapon in the cultivation world, and not many held an interest in it.

Thus, the fighting on the stage had quickly turned boring- to the point that the crowd had started throwing their junks toward the stage.

Meanwhile, Grand Elder Huo smiled bitterly at this development.

‘Sigh… maybe it was a bad decision to let them fight first.’ Grand Elder Huo thought.

An hour later, and the stage was still full of clanking sound as the halberds collided together.

However, the crowd had long lost their interest. There were even some people sleeping on their seats.

Grand Elder Huo began to panic at this scenario.

‘If this goes on, then I would be the first Grand Elder to fail the hosting of the preliminary round.’ Grand Elder Huo exclaimed inwardly as he decided to make a headcount on the current stage.

Whoever has the most headcount shall be the one he will assist in winning.

A few minutes later, Grand Elder Huo noticed Kunlun Sect has the most people.

Thus, with a flick of his sleeve, Grand Elder Huo sent out some spiritual qi toward the Qianlong Sect’s disciples.

The spiritual qi attached to the Qianlong Sect’s disciples, and they began to lose spiritual qi faster than normal.

Soon, one by one, they began to get outmaneuvered by the Kunlun Sect as they got defeated.

Meanwhile, Jing Feng snorted coldly while glancing at the stage.

“What’s wrong, Jing Feng?” Yang Wei asked as he held her hand secretly.

Jing Feng tilted her head slightly to look at Yang Wei. “Nothing, just that I expected nothing less from a shameless old man.”

“Shameless old man?” Yang Wei raised an eyebrow.

“Did you mean that Grand Elder Huo, who is hovering around in mid-air?”

“Un, he rigged this match, so now the Qianlong Sect will get defeated in less than a minute.”

Before Yang Wei could ask how she knew, Jing Feng demonstrated a little by revealing her spiritual qi and latching onto his shoulders.

A few seconds later, Yang Wei noticed his spiritual qi was draining down despite not utilizing it.

“H-How is that possible?” Yang Wei asked in confusion.

Jing Feng smiled softly as she retracted her spiritual qi and leaned close to his ears.

“It’s a technique that only those in the Houtian Realm can utilize. Normally, it’s impossible to detect these types of action unless one is in the Houtian Realm or above.” She whispered.

Hearing her explanation, Yang Wei understood what she meant by rigged match.

“Ugh, despite feeling unfair, there’s nothing we can do. This is the reality of being weak.” Yang Wei muttered.

Although he felt bad for the Qianlong Sect, he wasn’t going to go out his way to get justice for them.

After all, he doesn’t even have a relation with the sect nor would he risk his own sect by offending Grand Elder Huo.

Sometime later, just like Grand Elder Huo had wanted, the Qianlong Sect was defeated as their last disciple fell unconscious.

“Finally, it’s about time this boring fight ends.”

“I know right, all those halberd’s moves are so bland and boring.”

“Yeah, not even flashy nor cool. Just a bunch of dudes holding a goddamn stick and calling it a halberd for some reason.”

When Grand Elder Huo announced the Kunlun Sect as the victor, the crowd cheered aloud.

They cheered not for their victory, but for the fact that the boring fight had finally ended.

Despite the reaction from the crowd, the Kunlun Sect was still happy as they finally won against the Qianlong Sect.

Meanwhile, the elder of the Qianlong Sect found it hard to believe his disciples would suddenly start dropping down like flies. It was like their energy and force got sucked hard.

Alas, he would never get an answer to his doubt as Grand Elder Huo announced for the next big sect to battle.

Time slowly passed by and it was the Swift Feather’s Sect’s turn to fight.

“Alright disciples, make sure to smother the crap out of those Purple Scorpion Sect’s disciples.” Shan Zhilan stood up as she shouted aloud.

All the disciples held their poison resistance pill in their hands as they nodded their heads.

“Good luck, Yang Wei.” Jing Feng cheered for him secretly.

Yang Wei flashed a smile as he nodded his head.

“Do I get a reward for thoroughly destroying them?” He asked.

Jing Feng was dumbfounded as she turned around and avoided his eyesight.

However, a timid voice emitted from her, “Only if you win…”

Yang Wei curled his lips upward as his motivation to thrash the Purple Scorpion Sect increased even further.

‘Let’s see how much I have improved from Senior Fan Ping’s training program.’ Yang Wei exclaimed inwardly as he headed toward a secret tunnel.

The secret tunnel was made for the disciples from opposing sects to enter and show themselves to the crowd.

As Yang Wei walked through the secret tunnel with the other disciples, he could see a circular light from afar.

“Are you nervous, Yang Wei?” Lian Xinyue suddenly asked from behind.

“That was my question, Lian Xinyue.” Meng Yan snorted coldly as she glanced at Yang Wei.

“How confident are you feeling, Yang Wei?” She asked.

Yang Wei was rendered speechless by the two of them. They were about to fight yet they still had time to argue against each other.

“Instead of asking me those questions, why don’t you ask yourself first?” Yang Wei responded.

“If I don’t have any confidence to fight, then I wouldn’t be standing here today. It’s not my first time to always break through any obstacles in my life.” He added.

To have come this far and represented a sect to fight, it had taken a lot of work and effort from him.

Thus, cowering was never an option in his dictionary.

Meng Yan and Lian Xinyue smiled as they nodded their heads.

“Indeed, we didn’t come this far just to be in fear of setbacks.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Yang Wei asked as he activated his movement technique. “Let’s show the world what we, the Swift Feather Wind Sect, can do.”

With a swooshing sound, Yang Wei arrived at the large stage and his eyes soon landed at the notorious group of people, the Purple Scorpion Sect.

As usual, their entire faces were pale and there was even some purple color on their side cheek, showcasing the consequence of their poison usage.

Grand Elder Huo hovered around the air as he called out for one disciple at a time to step onto the stage.

“From the Swift Feather Wind Sect, they had sent out Jiang Tou. And from the Purple Scorpion Sect, they had sent out Du Chen.” Grand Elder Huo announced.

Jiang Tou hopped onto the stage as he quickly consumed the poison resistance pill.

Meanwhile, Du Chen laughed wickedly at his action.

“Ahh, the Swift Feather Wind Sect is truly a third-rate sect.” Du Chen sneered coldly. “Already eating an alchemy pill when the match hasn’t even begun yet.”

Du Chen’s provocation worked as it ticked off Jiang Tou.

“Hmph, it’s best to be cautious than sorry when fighting against you people.” Jiang Tou snorted coldly as he retrieved his sword.

Their eyes met and Jiang Tou instantly activated his movement technique the moment Grand Elder Huo said to begin.

With his swiftness, Jiang Tou arrived behind Du Chen as he began to swing his sword at him.

Du Chen casually stepped toward the left to avoid his strike while breathing through poisonous air.

“Hehe, such slowness and you wish to land a strike on me? Laughable… truly laughable,” Du Chen laughed aloud as he snapped his finger.

Jiang Tou’s vision instantly blurred as he felt his strength rapidly declining.

“H-How?” Jiang Tou mumbled in disbelief.

“D-Didn’t I take the poison resistance pill already?”

That was his final question before dropping down on the stage, unconscious.

“Kekeke, poison resistance pill? So what if you consume it, I can still make you get infected through other means.” Du Chen laughed heartily as he walked toward Jiang Tou and kicked him off the stage.

“Du Chen from the Purple Scorpion Sect wins the first round.”