Although I am currently crushing my opponents, I must remain calm and strive to surpass myself. Only those who can conquer themselves can be invincible, can't they?
He was completely immersed in his own admiration and worship, his state of mind so steady, so peaceful, so mature, truly suited for all kinds of competitions. The academy sending me to compete was indeed the wisest choice.
However, the subsequent thread-drawing was indeed too difficult. Some impurities were almost inseparable from the main body, making it impossible to separate them. It was almost impossible to draw even half a thread.
He suppressed the tension and excitement in his heart and continued to persevere. He broke several threads successively, but it didn't matter, as he had already won. Next, apart from a few that couldn't be separated, there was only one last thread that had a chance of success.
He held his breath, focused his mind, recited the incantation, activated his spiritual power, and with a gentle pull, he succeeded!
He placed the Northern Sea Ice Silkworm Cocoon on the spirit-detecting stone. It clearly displayed: nine hundred and eighty-four, a number that mortals would find difficult to reach, a height difficult to surpass!
It was perfect! Cheer, applaud, boil with excitement!
He was completely intoxicated.
Applause erupted around him.
Yes, it was this sound, this feeling.
Cheers also rose from the crowd: "Well done Mo Xin, drawing a thousand threads, it's simply a miracle."
"Yes, I didn't expect this guy to be so hidden, to be so exhilarating. We all watched it with exhilaration."
"Simply not human."
Huh? What's going on? It's not my applause, not my cheers, how is that possible?
When he turned to look, he was shocked to see a number that he would never forget: one thousand.
This was the height he could never reach!
How is this possible?
Did I hear it wrong?
Or did I see it wrong?
Or is the spirit-detecting stone malfunctioning?
How can there be anyone in this world who can draw a thousand threads?
I can't even do it, how can others possibly do it?
This can't be real, can it?
Are you all playing with me? Are you all joking with me?
All sorts of thoughts flooded his mind, his brain instantly overloaded, and Zhu Gang fainted to the ground!
A celestial melody echoed from the sky, and that clear voice resonated in everyone's hearts, like a gentle breeze, like honey lingering on the tongue: "The first alchemy test, thirty-two ingredients. Tianjie Academy separated thirty-two kinds, Tianshen Academy separated twenty-eight kinds; impurities removed, Tianjie Academy's Northern Sea Ice Silkworm Cocoon drew one thousand threads, Tianshen Academy drew nine hundred and eighty-four threads, and the quality of other ingredients was comparable. Therefore, Tianjie Academy wins the first alchemy test!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Mo Qi's heart was filled with joy: Six hundred points!
Xing Mian's expression changed slightly, but his mood did not fluctuate much, as the situation was still not optimistic.
Although Wei Jianfei and Zhuang Shaokun returned at the last moment, they could not guarantee victory. Even if they all won, Mo Qi would still need to win two more matches for their side to win in points.
At this time, the first magic power competition was still underway.
And there was a break before the second alchemy competition, so Mo Qi went to watch.
The contestants were Wei Jianfei from Tianjie Academy, who had just returned from out of town, and Lei Bu from Tianshen Academy.
Wei Jianfei was already at the late stage of the Mahayana realm and had extremely rich combat experience. Xing Mian placed great hope in him.
Lei Bu's cultivation was comparable to Wei Jianfei's, but he was extremely strange. Firstly, his appearance was strange: his forehead was high, his eyes were slits, his mouth protruded like an eagle's beak, and he had a pair of wings on his back. He wielded a hammer in his right hand, named "Lei Gong Hammer!", and held a nail in his right hand, named "Lei Gong Nail!".
He spread his wings and flew into the air, striking the Lei Gong Hammer against the Lei Gong Nail. With each strike, the surrounding space trembled. Ripples spread outwards from the hammer as the center, and dazzling white light suddenly descended upon the world. The surrounding spectators felt a blinding glare, and at the same time, a soul-shaking power pressed down, squeezing their hearts tighter and tighter. They could barely breathe.
With each strike, ten thousand feet of lightning light bombarded Wei Jianfei.
Wei Jianfei activated his protective divine light, wielding a shield-like magical artifact in his left hand and three flags of purple, yellow, and orange in his right.
The shield-like magical artifact emitted a brilliant light, which momentarily withstood the lightning, preventing it from descending.
With a "ding," Lei Bu struck fiercely. The lightning surged again, and the lightning fire spread wildly in all directions. Waves of heat pressed down on the surrounding crowd.
The surrounding crowd retreated.
Within the lightning, a sharp force quietly invaded, causing a small indentation in the red divine light of the shield-like magical artifact, which quickly spread outwards.
With a roar, the shield-like magical artifact was heavily damaged, making cracking sounds, almost shattering.
At the same time, Wei Jianfei's body flew backward.
Judging by his momentum, he was bound to fall in a daze.
But at this moment, Wei Jianfei waved the yellow flag in his hand, and it forcefully stopped in mid-air.
At the same time, he unfurled the purple flag. The flag grew with the wind, instantly covering the sky and obscuring the sun, fluttering in the wind.
Dark currents surged rapidly throughout the space, spreading outwards in ripples, causing the surrounding people to lose their footing and tilt rapidly backward or sideways.
At the same time, purple mist sprayed out from the purple flag. The white lightning struck, engulfing the purple mist layer by layer, causing Wei Jianfei's chest to churn.
He immediately summoned the orange flag, formed a hand seal, and pointed. The orange flag coiled around the purple flagstaff, and the purple flag began to spin violently. The purple mist surged unprecedentedly, gushing forward like a tide.
The entire ripple circle also expanded rapidly. The speed of the purple mist surged, tearing apart the lightning light in an instant and continuing forward without slowing down, tearing towards Lei Bu.
Lei Bu spread his wings and flapped them, his body moving at an incredible speed to Wei Jianfei's back, still striking the Lei Gong Hammer with a roar.
Amidst the roars, even more violent lightning struck Wei Jianfei at high speed.
Wei Jianfei reacted quickly and immediately turned around, but his spiritual power could not keep up. In a panic, he could only summon the shield-like magical artifact to resist briefly, while retreating rapidly.
Upon contact, the shield-like magical artifact shattered with a roar, turning into fragments and dissipating.
Wei Jianfei summoned the purple flag again, emitting purple mist, which scattered with a roar upon contact.
Wei Jianfei then summoned the orange flag, attempting to salvage the situation, but Lei Bu changed his position again to launch a surprise attack.
Lei Bu gradually gained the upper hand, and Wei Jianfei began to show signs of defeat.
The other four participants from Tianshen Academy, who had also come to compete, all revealed smug expressions.
Xing Mian's face was filled with worry. He said to Supervisor Yue beside him, "I didn't expect the gap between our Tianjie Academy and them to be so large, even though we are both at the late stage of the Mahayana realm."
Supervisor Yue looked at the situation objectively and said calmly, "Their strength lies in their magical artifacts, and they also focus on body cultivation. Look, their bodies have undergone changes, with their mouths and backs growing features different from humans. As for us, we have blindly pursued the growth of spiritual power and the improvement of cultivation, so it is not surprising that we cannot defeat them. Watch later, when their other members compete, they will surely display physical changes."
Supervisor Yue spoke at length as if no one else was present, not noticing Xing Mian's changing expression, and became more and more excited as he spoke.
It wasn't until his gaze met Xing Mian's at one point, and he noticed Xing Mian's unfriendly look and somewhat ashen face, that he coughed dryly and said, "Of course, body cultivation is not invincible. What's the big deal? In the face of absolute spiritual power, it's nothing. Our students still have a chance to win."
However, at this moment, the field was filled with unanimous罵声 directed at Wei Jianfei.
As they were the home team, Tianjie Academy had always held the advantage in the spectator area. Tianshen Academy had also brought over a hundred spectators, but their numbers were insignificant compared to Tianjie Academy's.
Every time they cheered for Lei Bu, the cheers of Tianjie Academy for Wei Jianfei would erupt like a tidal wave, completely drowning out their voices.
The people of Tianjie Academy cheered with increasing vigor, their voices hoarse, but Wei Jianfei's performance greatly disappointed them, making them feel that he had let down their lost voices.
Lei Bu would flash from the left and strike Wei Jianfei with his hammer, then from the right to strike him again. Wei Jianfei was overwhelmed, unable to defend both sides. He could defend the left but not the right, and defend the right but not the left.
Before long, he was beaten all over his body.
Thus, the cheers of the spectators turned into curses: "How can you be so stupid?"
"If you're so stupid, don't go up and embarrass yourself."
"I'd be better than him!"
"Alas, the fine bell is discarded, and the broken pot makes noise. Like me, who clearly possesses world-shattering divine powers and extraordinary strength, but has never had the opportunity to display them. I am unrecognized! When will I be discovered?"
Hearing the curses, Wei Jianfei felt immense shame. A trace of stubbornness in his heart was also ignited. Although he had no chance of winning, he still persisted, gritting his teeth and resisting the opponent, refusing to admit defeat.
Even when knocked down, he would get up again and again.
Finally, Xing Mian stood up and conceded the match for him!
In the first magic power competition, Tianshen Academy won.
The participants from Tianshen Academy had previously focused all their attention on Lei Bu. It was only then that they had time to inquire about the alchemy competition. When they learned that Zhu Gang had lost, they still couldn't believe it was true. They all looked up at the sky in unison: "Is that fairy judge truly impartial?"
Upon hearing this, the fairy gently waved her hand. It felt like a slap to their ears, burning with pain. They dared not speak again.
After Wei Jianfei left the stage, upon hearing that Mo Qi had won, he cast a venomous glance at Mo Qi.
Mo Qi was a little confused: "I scored points, you lost points, and you still have the nerve to look at me."
Wei Jianfei then realized Mo Qi was looking at him and lowered his head like a defeated rooster.
The second alchemy competition began, and Mo Qi returned to the competition venue.
Two alchemy furnaces and some alchemy ingredients from the academy were already prepared in the venue.
The person sent by Tianshen Academy for the second match was named Zhang Chen, a middle-aged man, unkempt, with a scruffy beard.
The competition method was simple: each side would randomly select a person from their academy to test the pills refined by the opponent. After testing, they would immediately state the problems they originally had and the improvements that occurred after taking the pills.
At this time, the test subjects chosen by both sides were standing side by side. They were two male cultivators, one in white, who was Mo Qi's test subject; the other in blue, who was Zhang Chen's test subject.
Both of them looked healthy and showed no abnormalities.
Faced with such a task, everyone's first thought should be to check if the person being tested has any illnesses, and then prescribe them medicinal pills to treat the illness.
This was exactly what Zhang Chen did. He went straight up to the person in blue, took his pulse, his gaze focused, his expression solemn, as if he were concentrating on taking the pulse.