The core disciples competing from the four True-rank sects were all championship favorites in this Sect Grand Competition.
However, three of them had already been successively defeated by Lu Qianqian, Xiao Ziji, and Su Xiaomo. The process need not be described—it was all crushing victories.
Therefore, the battle between Cui Wuqing and Ye Xingchen wasn’t just about advancing to the next round—it was about defending the dignity of True-rank sects!
“Senior Brother, you must win!”
“Senior Brother, you must win!”
Before both sides’ competing disciples mounted the platform, the Severing Emotions True Sect disciples shouted loudly.
Martial artists from all walks, because they had performed too dominantly, all shouted, “Cui Wuqing, hold the line! Cui Wuqing, hold the line!”
This was cheering for the underdog, this was hoping for a miracle.
“Hmph.”
Ye Xingchen sneered and stepped forward to the platform.
Cui Wuqing also walked up. He stood sideways in combat stance, his face showing not the slightest emotion as he said, “Though you’re very strong, I’m not weak either.”
“Trash.”
Two years of training had let Ye Xingchen rediscover the feeling of looking down on all rivals. As for previously being abused by Sun Mucheng… Sorry, that was A Niu, not Night Emperor!
“Match, begin!” the referee shouted.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
As soon as the voice fell, Cui Wuqing swept his large hand, and that kind of magnificent energy containing no emotion whatsoever surged forth from his entire body.
“The power of three severed emotions!”
“Tsk tsk, at such a young age yet able to gather such strength, this youngster will definitely be heavily cultivated by Severing Emotions True Sect in the future!”
“Wonder which three emotions he severed.”
Everyone discussed.
Severing Emotions True Sect was a rather special sect in the Upper Realm, because all who entered had to sever the seven emotions, and the power gathered was called Emotionless Power.
Similar to this sect was Severing Desire True Sect, whose creed was severing the six desires.
What are the seven emotions and six desires?
Look it up yourself—I’m too lazy to explain.
Cui Wuqing had been taken in by Severing Emotions True Sect since childhood. The two characters “Wuqing” (Emotionless) were bestowed by the Sect Master, meaning he could truly achieve having no emotional thoughts.
Being named by the Sect Master meant he had great potential.
And indeed he lived up to expectations—at fifteen he severed joy, at twenty he severed anger, at twenty-three he severed worry, breaking the sect’s record for fastest severing of three emotions.
Each time Cui Wuqing severed an emotion, his cultivation and strength would increase. But this wasn’t the key point. The key point was, he successfully transformed from a lively youth into someone with a deadpan face.
Of course.
He’d only severed three.
If he severed the other four, he’d become even more emotionless—even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, he’d continue with his deadpan expression.
Take now for instance—every time Cui Wuqing appeared on screen, he always had an expression of neither sorrow nor joy, as if everyone owed him money.
“Interesting.”
The corners of Ye Xingchen’s mouth curved into a slight smile.
The opponents he’d encountered before were too weak. This bitter melon face should serve well for a warm-up.
“Swish!”
Just then, Cui Wuqing moved. The Three Emotionless Qi exploded, transforming into palm strikes pressing in from all directions, creating the greatest momentum of all competitors.
This battle.
He had to take it seriously!
“Haha!”
“Hahaha!”
Just as the palm strikes were about to press in, the audience members closest to the combat platform suddenly began laughing, then gradually became angry, and finally full of worry!
“Be careful!”
Someone exclaimed, “The power of three severed emotions can disturb the mind and soul!”
Everyone hastily circulated their cultivation methods to resist.
Fortunately, they were far enough away that the spreading aura was rather weak, and they could all suppress it well.
However… the Three Emotionless Power gathered on the combat platform was extremely dense. Could that disciple called Ye Xingchen resist it?
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Just then, the palm strikes pressed down.
Ye Xingchen still stood in place, allowing various emotional forces to surge into his body.
Cui Wuqing frowned, “Why don’t you dodge?”
“Too weak,” Ye Xingchen said coolly.
“…”
Cui Wuqing showed no anger, because he’d already severed that emotion. He said, “What I just executed was the Three Emotions Soul-Severing Palm. As long as it contacts the body, it will seep into the consciousness sea and soul, bringing endless pain.”
“Swish!”
Ye Xingchen suddenly appeared before him, “Is it more painful than death?”
Such fast speed!
“Whoosh!”
A fist blasted over, accompanied by a cold voice: “Without experiencing death, don’t speak of pain.”
“Boom!”
The seemingly simple and unadorned punch made Cui Wuqing unable to avoid it. He took it solidly in the abdomen, then his whole body arched at the waist, his eyeballs protruding.
Ye Xingchen raised his hand, pressing it on his forehead. The person fell backward with a “thud.”
“Holy shit, ruthless!” Jun Changxiao blurted out.
“…”
The martial artists in the viewing seats all fell silent.
The True-rank sect still hadn’t held the final line of dignity—in fact, the loss was even more miserable than the previous three!
“Myriad Ancient Sect’s Ye Xingchen advances to the next round!”
Hearing the referee’s announcement, Jun Changxiao turned to cup his hands toward the Severing Emotions True Sect leadership, “Much obliged, much obliged!”
“…”
Considering this guy was True Person Tonggu’s disciple, a high-ranking member smiled without the smile reaching his eyes, “Your sect’s disciples’ formidable strength truly commands admiration!”
Clearly very angry, yet having to appear very happy.
…
Cui Wuqing was carried off the platform. The competition continued.
At this moment, eight competitors remained on the field, five of them all Myriad Ancient Sect disciples. The remaining three immediately began trembling—they weren’t championship favorites and had only gotten this far by luck.
Good luck was crucial.
For instance, a Profound-rank sect competitor who hadn’t been matched with the Myriad Ancient Sect successfully killed his way into the final four.
Xiao Ziji and Li Qingyang met. The latter, as Second Senior Brother, made a token effort before staggering off the platform.
As soon as Su Xiaomo and Lu Qianqian’s match began, the latter voluntarily jumped off the platform.
Ye Xingchen’s matched opponent was even weaker than Cui Wuqing, so he easily defeated him.
Thus, only four people remained on the field. The situation formed was three Myriad Ancient Sect core disciples besieging one Profound-rank sect competitor. As long as this guy won two consecutive matches, he’d claim the championship and even become a legendary figure!
But.
This was simply too difficult!
“Ye Xingchen versus Dou Luomeng!”
“Xiao Ziji versus Su Xiaomo!”
“Done for!”
The competitor called Dou Luomeng immediately despaired.
If he’d met the other two, even losing would at least be dignified. Meeting this guy reeking of demonic aura, he could only pray to spend fewer days in bed.
Because the opponent was really too weak, and Xiao Ziji and Su Xiaomo were giving each other breaks the entire time, the process need not be described in detail. Ultimately, the champion of this Sect Grand Competition was Ye Xingchen.
It could be said.
From start to finish, this Sect Grand Competition was completely A Niu’s solo performance stage.
…
At the awards ceremony.
Jun Changxiao placed a thousand catties of Blood Yang Fire Cloud Stone, two secret manuals, and a million Profound Stones into his spatial ring, grinning as he said, “City Lord Tao, is this Sect Grand Competition held annually?”
“…”
Everyone’s mouths twitched.
They could tell—if it was held annually, the Myriad Ancient Sect would probably participate every time!
City Lord Tao said awkwardly, “Once every five years.”
“Oh.”
A trace of disappointment appeared on Jun Changxiao’s face. He then cupped his hands, “Farewell.”
“Farewell!”
Under everyone’s gaze, Gou Sheng swaggered out of the venue with his five disciples.
They happened to encounter the returning Severing Emotions True Sect group on the road. Looking at Cui Wuqing, he said, “People aren’t plants or trees—how can they be emotionless? When you have time, come to the Myriad Ancient Sect. This seat will teach you the way of emotions.”
“Sect Master Jun.”
A high-ranking member really couldn’t hold back anymore and said coldly, “Poaching right to our faces is going a bit too far!”
Jun Changxiao just smiled, “Just joking, don’t take it seriously.”
With that, he departed with his disciples.
Cui Wuqing pushed away the fellow disciples supporting him and clenched his fists, “Sect Master Jun, once I’ve severed the seven emotions, I’ll visit the Myriad Ancient Sect!”
“I’ll be waiting.”
…
“Ding! Disciple Ye Xingchen claimed the Xiongwei City Sect Grand Competition championship. Disciples Xiao Ziji and Su Xiaomo placed second and third respectively. Obtained 100 sect prestige points.”
“Ding! Sect prestige points: 100.”
Just as they walked out of the city, the system notification sounded in his ears. Jun Changxiao couldn’t help but shout, “I finally have prestige points!”