74: Chapter 36 Seeking Humiliation Gets Humiliation [Vote and Favourite Plea!] 74: Chapter 36 Seeking Humiliation Gets Humiliation [Vote and Favourite Plea!] Seeing Gu Qingcheng beginning to comprehend and breakthrough next to Li Ping’an, many joyous Qi Cultivators within the sect started to whisper and gossip quietly among themselves.
Gaining enlightenment by competing with Li Ping’an—this is his father’s Great Fortune indeed.”
“I remember, two years ago, a sect administrator who had been stuck at the top of the Heaven and Earth Bridge got advice from Li Ping’an and directly ascended into the Immortal Realm.”
He hasn’t even finished his Foundation Establishment, what kind of guidance could he give?
If he’s that powerful, why hasn’t his own cultivation level increased?”
“Now that you mention it, I suddenly remember that this fellow Daoist Li Ping’an entered the Liuyun Temple for cultivation in his twenties, spent three years without a mentor’s guidance—only with his father’s directions—and now he’s reached the mid-phase of Condensation Stage!”
“Now that you say that, the lad indeed seems quite extraordinary.”
“What’s so great about that?
It’s all because of the Great Fortunes of the Ancestral Master Dazhi.
If I had a father like that, I would be capable too.”
“Ancestral Master Dazhi has even moved behind the Sect Leader now, truly impressive.”
“Ancestral Master Dazhi becoming an immortal in three years is extremely rare since ancient times.
If he can reach True Immortal within a hundred years, there’s hardly any suspense about him being the next Sect Leader.”
“Wasn’t there talk that a Vice Sect Leader also wants to be Sect Leader?”
“Who knows about that, why should we of the Immortal Realm care about such trivial matters?
Besides, being a Sect Leader is so tiring.
How comfy it is to cultivate in the mountains, I truly don’t understand what the seniors in our sect think.”
So on and so forth, one thing leading to another.
Li Ping’an occasionally sensed the gazes of others but didn’t pay much attention.
Every now and then, he would glance at his master meditating on the spectator platform, look at his father who was standing behind the Sect Leader, seek out his junior sister Priest frolicking with the female cultivators of Caiyun Peak, and continue to observe the great battle of the land rankings.
An hour later, Li Ping’an competed again and easily claimed victory, having won three matches and lost one.
Gu Qingcheng, having broken through just in time, was automatically forfeited one round.
The energy within Gu Qingcheng’s body was gradually rising; he must have broken through from the 8th to the 9th stage of the Void Refinement Realm.
He should wake soon and hence would not be eliminated due to a timely breakthrough.
The setting sun cast its remaining glow upon the peaks of Wanyun Sect, with lamps from magical treasures lit early in various locations of Caiyun Peak.
Heavenly Immortals cast spells to make the stars in the night sky shine brighter, illuminating every place splendidly and adding a touch of Immortal Realm ambiance.
Suddenly, it was time for the fifth round of the competition, and Li Ping’an was drawn to be the first to take the stage.
There appeared to be some disturbance near the stage, with Wei Yanzi and two Elemental Immortal realm administrators frowning and comparing something at the lottery wheel.
Just as Li Ping’an was about to rise, a large hand suddenly extended and stopped in front of him.
It was Gu Qingcheng waking up.
Please accept my bow!”
Gu Qingcheng stood up and bowed deeply.
Li Ping’an stepped aside to accept the half-bow with a smile, “I need to go for my magical combat now, we can talk later.”
Gu Qingcheng glanced at the stage, frowned slightly, and couldn’t help but mutter, “What bad luck for you, Daoist friend.
In the land rankings, I can be ranked in the top three in terms of cultivation strength.
I also know the guy up there; his name is Wang Zaizhi.
His cultivation level used to be a bit higher than mine, but now it’s on par with mine.
He has many treasures, but his strength is just average.”
Li Ping’an looked towards the fellow sect member on stage, cupped his hands with a smile, “Thanks for the heads-up.
If I truly can’t match him, I’ll just concede, considering there’s still one more round after this.”
“Don’t push yourself, just do your best, Daoist friend!”
Gu Qingcheng waved his hand grandly, “After the competition, we must have a drink together, let me find a way to repay you for your guidance!”
Right, another person who enjoys good wine.
It has always been this way among the Qi Cultivators who drink a lot.
Li Ping’an bowed to Gu Qingcheng to take his leave, flipped up onto the edge of the stage, and made a distant bow to the disciple from Kaiyun Peak on the other side of the stage.
Two voice transmissions suddenly rang in his ear.
One was from Wei Yanzi, not far away: “There’s a problem with the lottery.”
The other was the voice of Elder Yansheng: “Be careful, that disciple is a grandstudent of Elder Bi.”
That same inner sect elder who had suggested in front of the Sect Leader that his father also participate in this competition?
Part of the small group associated with Vice Sect Leader Moyi…
While maintaining a calm exterior, Li Ping’an bowed to the young male cultivator in front of him and turned to jump off the stage.
“Heh,” the other party suddenly spoke up, his voice particularly grating, “the famed son of Dazhi, are you planning to turn tail and run?”
Li Ping’an paused, letting out a sigh internally.
The moment the other person mentioned his father’s name, the nature of the battle changed.
If he were to flee without fighting or lose too disgracefully, it would be both him and his father being humiliated, and the immortal members of the sect might look down on them.
His father had ambitions of becoming the Sect Leader;
Li Ping’an had also been planning and strategizing for this;
Today was the first time most of the sect members and disciples were seeing his father, which was rather important for the first impression.
Now, Li Ping’an could not back down.
Wang Zaizhi floated three feet off the ground, his Daoist robe and long hair fluttering ever so slightly, a sixteen-layer Pagoda slowly revolving around him, his hooked nose above thin lips curved in a cold smirk.
Li Ping’an stepped forward and spoke calmly, “Disciple of Qing Su, Li Ping’an, asks to learn from fellow senior.”
Wang Zaizhi was still using provocative tactics:
“I dare not teach you anything.”
“Your father is a disciple of our founder, and I’m just a minor cultivator in the sect.
If I accidentally hurt you, I would be reprimanded by the many elders and administrators of the sect.”
Although their cultivation levels were low, they were now on the stage.
Gazes were fixed on them, as layers of sect members watched on.