Chapter 50: Not Normal

Stating their identities and intentions, the master and disciple Qingshi were directly allowed to pass.

The two passed through the mountain gate, entered Divine Sword Peak, and walked along the steps all the way to the top of the mountain.

But just as the two were going up the mountain, suddenly a vibration came from the ground.

"Master."

Little Wang Yao felt the vibration of the ground and turned to look at Qingshi in confusion, while Qingshi frowned slightly.

This was the sound of someone running, and there were quite a few people. What was the situation?

Before long, at the end of their line of sight, a black torrent rushed over quickly. Only after it got closer did they realize that it was many Divine Sword Peak disciples.

Pulling Wang Yao to the side, watching the many Divine Sword Peak disciples chasing each other and sprinting crazily, Qingshi was confused.

"Did something happen?"

So many Divine Sword Peak disciples gathered together, rushing to the foot of the mountain like their lives depended on it—this was not normal.

And, even more strangely, every one of these disciples was carrying injuries, and they were shouting.

"Don't squeeze me."

"Watch my Flowing Light Step."

"You're embarrassed to show off your entry-level Flowing Light Step? Let senior brother show you a thing or two."

"Want to run? Did you ask me? Watch the sword."

While running, some disciples couldn't help but strike. For a time, many Divine Sword Peak disciples were running and striking, fighting in a group.

"Master, are they sparring?"

Watching this messy scene, little Wang Yao asked in confusion. To this, Qingshi's mouth twitched, and he replied uncertainly.

"I suppose so."

It did look like sparring, but where was there sparring while running? And it looked like their goals were all the same.

The strange behavior of the many disciples left Qingshi puzzled for a while.

But this wasn't over yet. Soon, figures also appeared in the sky.

Inner sect disciples, deacons, and even elders were all flashing across the sky rapidly.

And these deacons were also striking each other, fighting in a group. ===== CHAPTER 92 =====

Various arts were constantly attacking each other.

This scene directly stunned Qingshi. This Divine Sword Peak is not right. What is this?

It's one thing for disciples to spar, but why are the deacons fighting too? And those elders, where are they going in such a hurry?

No one cared about the master and disciple Qingshi. Many disciples rushed past them, and no one paid attention to them.

Mealtime had arrived; who had the energy to care about other things? At this time, it was all about grabbing a spot.

Watching the Divine Sword Peak disciples running past them, little Wang Yao said strangely.

"Master, did Divine Sword Peak disciples always cultivate like this? It feels so cruel. Look, these disciples are all carrying injuries."

This time Qingshi didn't know how to answer. Before? Where would Divine Sword Peak be like this before?

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These disciples were all like madmen.

It was truly strange. Shaking his head, Qingshi couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He would know when he saw Hong Zun.

After the disciples ran past, Qingshi took Wang Yao and continued to walk to the top of the mountain.

Outside the kitchen, there was another big battle, as expected.

The disciples didn't say much at all, and they fought as soon as they met.

And don't say, in just a few days, whether it was handyman disciples, outer sect disciples, or even inner sect disciples, everyone's strength had improved significantly.

Their cultivation might not have had much of a breakthrough, after all, the time was too short, but in terms of the application of arts, the improvement was definitely obvious. Their strikes were faster, more accurate, and more ruthless, and their actual combat ability had improved tremendously.

"Junior brother, your Sun-Piercing Sword Technique still needs to be practiced more. Go away."

Two inner sect disciples were fighting intensely, using the same sword technique, but one of them had only cultivated it to Small Accomplishment, while the other had already reached Great Accomplishment.

So, without a doubt, this disciple was stabbed by a sword and failed, exiting the competition.

His face was full of unwillingness.

"Damn it, you broke through to the Great Accomplishment realm?"

"That's right, so I'm definitely eating this meal today, senior brother."

He was so angry in his heart, secretly swearing that he must do his best to break through the Sun-Piercing Sword Technique to Great Accomplishment as soon as possible.

The battle was intense. After a big battle, the disciples who grabbed the spots lined up according to different queues.

At the same time, Ye Changqing also prepared the food.

Everyone was covered in blood, but at this time, no one cared, excitedly waiting for the meal to start.

"Good, good, good. Junior Brother Changqing's skills have improved again."

"The effect is also stronger than before. I feel like our injuries are recovering faster."

One by one, the disciples were like hungry ghosts, holding large bowls and gorging themselves.

It was as if they would be snatched away if they ate too slowly.

After finishing a meal, the disciples skillfully washed their bowls themselves, cleaned up, and then left one after another.

When they left, they didn't forget to show off to their companions beside them who didn't grab a spot.

"Junior brother, let me tell you, today's stir-fried meat is even more delicious than before. It's a pity you didn't get to eat it."

"Satisfied. Being able to eat Junior Brother Changqing's food every day, I feel like I have no more pursuits."

"I've eaten it for three days in a row. Sigh, such a life is truly happy and boring."

Listening to these words, those disciples who didn't grab a spot were grinding their teeth. What are you showing off for? Wait for next time, I'll chop you down with a sword and let you watch me eat.

Sending off the disciples, Ye Changqing habitually opened his personal panel.

【Host: Ye Changqing.】

【Identity: Profound One Sect handyman disciple.】

【Cultivation base: Meridian-Opening Realm entry level (86351/100000)】

【Technique: Mind-Clearing Art, Perfection (10000/10000)】

【Arts: Shadow Blade, Perfection (10000/10000)】

【Seven-Star Step, Perfection (10000/10000)】

【Spirit Wall, Great Accomplishment (8657/30000)】

【Reputation: Fame gradually emerging.】

【Talent: Mid-grade mid-tier (48365/50000)】

【Bone structure: Mid-grade high-tier (3016/70000)】

【Comprehension: High-grade mid-tier (79995/100000)】

His cultivation hadn't improved, but the Shadow Blade and Seven-Star Step had both reached Perfection, and his bone structure had also broken through to Mid-grade high-tier.

This speed was already very fast, after all, it had only been a few days.

"Not bad."

After resting for a while, Ye Changqing began his daily cultivation.

On the other side, Hong Zun, who had returned to his residence from the kitchen, saw the master and disciple Qingshi from afar.

"Why did you old thing come here?"

"Just passing by, came to see you."

The two were very familiar, so there were no scruples when speaking. Inviting the two into the cave, Qingshi asked strangely.

"Where did you go just now?"

When they arrived, Hong Zun was not there. Not only Hong Zun, but the entire peak area was empty; the elders were not there, and the few personal disciples were not there either. It seemed that only Zhao Zhengping's cave had someone.

But the cave was closed, so he should be in seclusion, so Qingshi didn't disturb him.

There was no one there, so Qingshi asked curiously. But hearing this, Hong Zun said hesitantly.

"Didn't go anywhere, just wandered around."

He subconsciously wanted to hide Ye Changqing's existence, but Qingshi clearly didn't believe it. They were old friends; could he not tell if this old drunkard was telling the truth or not? ===== CHAPTER 93 =====