Wang Mu was sowhat speechless.
This is the last day! Everyone should just steady themselves; the rankings will be finalized tomorrow. The necessary fights have been fought, strengths have been clarified, and everything should be settled peacefully... right? So, why is everyone looking for ?
He just wanted to make it into the top ten and gain so reputation, figuring it might trigger an interaction with the heir of the Sword Casting Sect.
"Fellow Taoist, on this last day, shall we have a match?"
The speaker was Yan Wuxin from the Qianzhou Fentian Temple. This fellow had a burly appearance, a head of fiery red hair that was an Abnormal Technique, eyes like blazing flas, and was a cultivator from Qianzhou.
He was still ranked second, almost on par with the first-place holder, Ye Ge from the Qianzhou Supre Mysterious Dao Sect!
The two had the sa number of matches, the sa wins and losses, and had faced each other once, resulting in a draw as they were almost perfectly matched.
"Get lost, get lost! How dare a mid-stage Foundation Establishnt cultivator like you challenge a fellow Taoist at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer for a match?"
Ye Ge then approached and said proudly, "Fellow Taoist, have a match with . My strength isn’t great; I’ve only just reached the Foundation Establishnt stage. It’s just the early stage."
This person, dressed in white as pure as snow and carrying himself with an elegant grace, ca from the Qianzhou Supre Mysterious Dao Sect. He was proficient in various magical arts, especially Thunder Skill. With an extraordinary Spirit Root, his strength was incredible.
In these six days, he had defeated countless late-stage Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
On this last day, virtually everyone had beco a spectator, just waiting to see the final rankings on the Potential List.
It was difficult to find soone for a match; many cultivators maintained a record of only one defeat, making them unwilling to risk another challenge.
Wang Mu quietly fought a few matches each day. Having fought sparingly, he had not suffered any defeats to this day.
After all, only the competition for the top ten was the most intense. The rest was relatively mild.
This was because there were significant rewards for the top ten, whereas for the others, it was mostly about reputation and rank. Typically, just making it onto the Potential List would secure so rewards upon returning to one’s sect.
"You all, this..." Wang Mu hadn’t even started speaking when he thought, Isn’t this too many people at once?
Then, another cultivator approached.
"Fellow Taoist, why not have a match with ? We are both sword cultivators, both from Sword Sects."
A heroic and spirited woman with a moon-white hair crown approached, her long hair fluttering as she laughed. "I am a disciple of the Qianzhou Sword Sect. My sect has so connection with your Shangxiao Sword Sect; centuries ago, we were even the sa sect. I am also in the early stage of Foundation Establishnt, my cultivation not very profound. It would be mutually beneficial for us to exchange insights on the Sword Dao."
Wang Mu: "..."
Today’s Potential List showed that the top six cultivators had almost identical records.
Even the next four, after the first day, had been vigorously catching up and were only one or two matches behind the top four—a negligible difference.
The top ten, despite differences in their cultivation realms, were largely on par with each other in terms of actual combat strength and dueling prowess.
They had abilities that countered one another, so no single person could definitively overco the others.
This led to those lower on the list wanting to overtake those above, while those at the top aid to stabilize their positions.
"You group of Righteous Path disciples from Qianzhou, this is sheer hypocrisy..." a slightly gloomy voice snickered. "You won’t duel among yourselves, yet you want to pick on the easy prey ranked below the top ten, thinking there’s only one in the Qi Refining Realm you can surely defeat, huh?"
"Sword Sect... heh. Fellow Taoist, why not have a match with ? I am an Evil Cultivator, the kind everyone in your Sword Sect wants to beat up. Please, hurry onto the stage and trample all over ! If you can kill , then you’re truly capable."
? Wang Mu was montarily stunned.
The speaker was Evil Ghost from the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect.
He was one of the few Evil Cultivators who had managed to get on the list.
Actually, most who ca to the Magpie Bridge Festival were disciples from the Righteous Sects; there weren’t many Evil Cultivators.
During these past few days, Wang Mu had watched many duels. The thods of these Evil Cultivators were indeed quite insidious and ruthless. Even in matches that were supposed to be re sparring, a battle with them would leave opponents with severe damage to their Divine Soul, requiring days of rest.
If such a fight were a true deathmatch in the outside world, the opponent would likely be killed outright.
"Well said, well said. My fellow Taoists, you are all highly skilled, yet you all wish to bully a re Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer cultivator. Why not take turns sparring with , Jing Hai, instead? I am willing to bear so of this burden for this fellow Taoist."
A handso monk with bare arms, draped in a crimson kasaya, and bearing nine ordination scars on his head, stepped forward.
Wang Mu was inwardly moved. This was Jing Hai from the Dazang Buddhist Sect.
He had a good impression of the Dazang Buddhist Sect; this sect maintained a fairly good relationship with the Sword Sect.
They were, in a way, allies from the Righteous Path.
However, the Great Wilderness was far from the Huangtian Continent, and only highly cultivated Sword Sect disciples would venture there to travel and visit.
"Who wants to fight with you, you slly monk?" a delicate voice chirped as a figure in a jade-white dress, accompanied by the jingling of bells, approached. "Heehee, you’re so stiff! I only want to discuss the Dao and duel with this handso young man. My na is Hu Yu’er from Qingqiu Mountain in Ling Province. I only know a few minor magical arts."
"I’m very weak, you know, Sword Sect brother. Have a match with . If you lose to , then they won’t be able to challenge you anymore."
Wang Mu hastily retreated several steps.
"You’ve all gone too far!"
A man stepped forward, shielding Wang Mu. "Trying to bully a disciple of my Sword Sect? Do you think the Sword Sect has no one to stand up for him?"
This man was tall and burly, slling faintly of alcohol. It was indeed Senior Brother Zhou Kaizhi from Alcohol Sword Peak.
He was a senior brother Wang Mu had befriended quite early on at Alcohol Sword Peak.
He was also a Shangxiao Sword Sect disciple in this cohort capable of making it into the top ten of the Potential List.
He himself was said to have been at the Foundation Establishnt stage on Alcohol Sword Peak for over ten years. He was a disciple with ordinary talent but considered sothing of a late bloor.
"It’s just a regular exchange under normal rules," Ye Ge said with a slight smile. "Where is this talk of bullying coming from? Moreover, for Fellow Taoist Wang Mu to rank so well on this Potential List for six days while only at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer, even rising slightly in position, evidently shows that his strength is extraordinary, far surpassing ordinary Qi Refining individuals."
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