Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 490: The Origin of Ming Tai

"First match of the early Golden Elixir stage group, the winner is the rogue cultivator Zhuang Xuan."

The gaunt referee announced the end of the first match, and the winner was an obscure cultivator.

Whether they were disciples of major sects or minor ones, their cultivation resources were supplied by their sects.

Rogue cultivators, however, were different. They lacked cultivation resources, and everything from wealth to companions to techniques and land was scarce. Without guidance from elders, a slight misstep could lead them astray, making it hard to return to the right path.

Thus, the realm and quality of cultivation of rogue cultivators were far below those of sect cultivators.

To defeat numerous sect cultivators and stand out from city-level and state-level competitions to reach the Seek Tao Sect was no easy feat.

"Mark him down, he’s highly suspicious," Jiang Qun instructed the Luo Water Guards.

He reviewed Zhuang Xuan's previous battle records, noting that he had crushed his way to the finals, never needing more than five moves to end a match. Even in the first match of the finals, he had defeated his opponent with just five moves.

Terrifyingly strong.

"Next time, I will definitely win!" The defeated cultivator was full of energy. Despite losing to Zhuang Xuan, he was not discouraged and instead made an appointment for a rematch.

Zhuang Xuan glanced at his opponent coldly and spat out two words.

"Boring."

"You!"

The defeated cultivator's expression changed slightly; Zhuang Xuan was too arrogant.

Ignoring his opponent's reaction, Zhuang Xuan leaped off the arena, yawning out of sheer boredom.

If it weren't for the rich rewards of the competition, he wouldn't have bothered to play house with these kids.

Winning was meaningless, completely devoid of challenge.

Soon, Zhuang Xuan faced his second match. His opponent was a courteous sword-wielding cultivator, who seemed to be a Confucian cultivator practicing the Gentleman Sword.

"I am Ming Tai from the Sword Tower. Please, enlighten me." Ming Tai held his sword with both hands, the tip pointing down, and bowed politely with a shy smile.

Zhuang Xuan still looked as if he hadn't woken up.

He had no fondness for such polite cultivators; they lacked any bloodlust. They might be fine for sparring, but in a life-and-death battle, they were the first to die.

He had fought Confucian cultivators at the Body Fusion stage several times. Such cultivators should stay in the court, arguing over words, rather than charging into battle.

Swish—

A flash of green sword light passed by, and Zhuang Xuan instinctively tilted his head back. The green sword light grazed his neck, leaving a shallow cut that was soon stained with blood.

"To reach such a level of swordsmanship at this stage?" The participating cultivators exclaimed. Some had not seen Ming Tai's first match and were now realizing he was a formidable opponent.

"To have such swordsmanship at the early Golden Elixir stage, he could rival Bu Yu Taoist." The elders of the cultivation world were astonished. It had been a long time since the Central Continent had seen a swordsmanship genius comparable to Bu Yu Taoist.

"This Zhuang Xuan is also extraordinary. He hasn't used his full strength from the beginning," another elder nodded. It was indeed a grand competition; the earlier matches had already been eye-opening, and the early Golden Elixir stage group was even more dazzling.

"It will be a fierce battle," said a tall cultivator, his gaze cold as ice.

He had lost to Ming Tai in the first match and had studied Zhuang Xuan's fighting style. If these two met, sparks would surely fly.

"Pity my Turtle Breath Technique had no chance to shine!"

In the arena, a jade pendant fell from Zhuang Xuan's neck.

The green sword light had not only left a shallow cut on Zhuang Xuan's neck but also severed the pendant's string.

Zhuang Xuan bent down and solemnly picked up the pendant, his voice low and hoarse, no longer listless.

"Dao friend Zhuang Xuan, are you finally getting serious?" Ming Tai looked at Zhuang Xuan with burning eyes, eager for the fight.

Zhuang Xuan didn't answer, talking to himself, yet it seemed directed at Ming Tai.

"This jade pendant is of great significance. It was left to me by my master on his deathbed. My master said I was an orphan. When he found me, I was clutching this pendant. It's the only clue my parents left me, and I've always kept it close, never letting it touch the ground."

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"Do you know, a dragon has a reverse scale; touch it, and you die!"

Zhuang Xuan's throat emitted a beast-like roar, chilling everyone to the bone. He suddenly lifted his head, staring at Ming Tai with eyes like a crazed beast.

"His aura..."

The Qi Control Sect's leader was slightly surprised. At this moment, Zhuang Xuan's aura was almost comparable to the early Elemental Infant stage.

One must know, Zhuang Xuan was only at the early Golden Elixir stage.

Zhuang Xuan went berserk, lunging at Ming Tai, his body exuding a terrifying black aura. Whatever technique it was, no one wanted to face him!

Boom—

Zhuang Xuan was swept off the arena by a sword aura, falling to the ground below.

"Phew, that was close, really close." Ming Tai patted his chest, still shaken.

After calming down, he walked to the edge of the arena, looked at the stunned Zhuang Xuan, and bowed with his sword.

"High aura doesn't mean high cultivation. Ming Tai has learned his lesson."

Zhuang Xuan blinked, not understanding what had happened. Wasn't he supposed to go berserk and tear Ming Tai apart? How did he end up losing?

...

"Where did your Sword Tower recruit this disciple?" Lu Baqian looked at Elder Sikong in shock.

Others might not see it, but as a Tribulation Crossing stage grand cultivator, he could see clearly. That sword contained the universe, with endless variations, far beyond what a Golden Elixir stage cultivator could achieve.

Even an Elemental Infant stage sword cultivator would be called a genius for such a strike!

Elder Sikong, seeing the usually arrogant Lu Baqian show such an expression, felt more satisfied than eating ice in summer.

"Hehe, I told you, Ming Tai is the only one in our Sword Tower to receive the supreme inheritance."

...

"That sword was impressive. My slash technique is only at that level." In the spiritual space, Lu Yang, imprisoned, observed the arena battle through a small window left by the Immortal Fairy.

Ming Tai's move was truly unexpected.

If it weren't for Ming Tai, he would have almost forgotten he was a sword cultivator.

"This little guy doesn't seem human." The Immortal Fairy glanced at Ming Tai twice and quickly lost interest.

She wasn't interested, but Lu Yang was. He quickly asked what was going on.

"He seems to be a sword spirit that gained true intelligence and became a living being. Someone then created a body for him and invited him to enter it, merging spirit and flesh to become a real human."

Lu Yang pondered. He had information on all the participating geniuses, and it stated that Ming Tai had received the supreme recognition of the Sword Tower and inherited its mantle.

"Could he be the sword spirit of the Sword Tower's supreme?"

If so, everything made sense.

The second update will be around eleven o'clock.

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