The Way of the Sword (BL) - Chapter 167

Wen Jie was fully confident that he would easily defeat the puppet, but he wasn’t yet familiar with this body to exert some of his powers, so he had to be careful not to “shine” too much in front of others.

Other competitors: (…)

Hey! We are here giving our best effort and you don’t want to fight seriously?!

Wen Jie: (…)

Just enough for me to pass and stand by my dear one.

Other competitors: (…)

Shouldn’t you be looking for glory and ultimate strength?!

Wen Jie: *ignores the others and only has eyes for Shou Zuo*

Other Competitors: (…) *spitting blood*

This time only weak disciples entered the Qi Realms on stage, meaning not many people paid attention to the challengers. Surprisingly the eyes were focused on the boy with the scar on his face, the violent use of the Qi that had a mix between a deep blue and a few green dots that looked like glittering jewels against the blue Qi.

“A complete rookie doesn’t know if he wants to hide the Qi during battle” Qi Meiying commented to Yun San and Hong Yu. It was she who had guided the novice disciples to find out about Qi, demonstrating a simple circulation.

It should not be underestimated what Qi Meiying did under Elder Han’s command, she had already taught something that would help new disciples come in with a huge advantage over other new disciples. This circulation of Qi served to strengthen the veins and expand the chakras and clear these veins for the passage of purer Qi.

“Well, he was a villager. It would be weird if he knew how to use Qi well,” Hong Yu said gently. Yun San remained silent on the subject, needless to say, that novices not knowing how to deal with Qi were quite common, probably Qi Meiying said this only because she felt interested in Wen Jie.

No wonder, since Wen Jie had this natural energy so rare for humans, of course, that she would be interested in making the boy a friend or maybe taking him to her master.

She had no ill intentions, just coveted Wen Jie’s talent.

The hits of Wen Jie’s wooden sword were strong and violent, but not as precise. However, the points hit on the wooden dummy caused Wen Jie to get (150) points and go to the next stage.

Wen Jie left the stage very humble, even though the audience was excited, they always found it interesting to see the warm blood of youth. They were already bored of so many newbies shivering in front of the training dummies.

“Yes, that’s how martial cultivators should behave!” Hu Dewei thought a little more excited about seeing a hot-blooded young man.

That’s until he saw how Wen Jie behaved like a puppy wanting to be praised by Shou Zuo. He completely wanted to turn the tables and point to these shameless young men who just thought to flirt around.

His heart ached to see that most of the new martial cultivators were either flirting or pompous nobles.

Where is the fire of youth?

Where is the ruthless struggle to rise to the top of the world?

While the single Hu Dewei lamented like a lone dog, the other rookies did not pass the selection round, with only Wen Jie representing group 6. Quickly group 7 was called to the combat arena.

On the other hand, Sun Jie looked with dissatisfaction at Shou Zuo’s eclectic group, mainly, that everyone was relaxed and in harmony. Their group itself was already noteworthy for having so many bizarre types, with the exception of Chu Yue, who looked like a cute and adorable little girl, gathered in one place, but their happy and peaceful vibe was very jarring with their anxiety and excitement of the other people who won the test.

Zhie Quan looked at the flashy group, but his thoughts were different. He didn’t underestimate them as some dared to do, but with so much talent the group generated different anxiety in the teenager.

This tour organized by Elder Han was cementing an advantage to the victors, which would make a big difference by officially joining the Celestial Sword Sect.

In fact, all of this can generate a lot of confusion among the Elders in the future because of the unfair advantage Elder Han has caused by handing out such awards and passing on the art of the sword, even if it was just a part and it was at ground level, plus a form of Qi circulation, which would make Elder Han’s rookies the strongest this year.

It was undeniable that everyone somehow benefited from this tournament, but the victors would still compete with the veteran disciples for more prizes and of course fame and respect from the inner disciples, which was of as great a benefit as the treasures themselves.

What made Zhie Quan anxious is that those who were already talented and strong became even brighter and would have even more head start.

Already on Zemin Yan’s side, they were cheering for Qian Dalai, the young battle maniac was very excited, especially after observing the previous battles of others and friends.

Tai-Yang found it funny how the younger brother acted so confident and excited, which caused envy and jealousy from group 7, some group 7 members were Bohai Xiulan’s friends and Sun Jie’s friends.

Ji Huo looked at the other six contestants, she is a young girl in her late teens at 14-years-old, her vision was quite limited to just looking at people’s appearance and social background, so when she saw the other six contestants they had only the sect’s clothes for the novice disciples, without any ornamental jewelry or special items.

Of course, Ji Huo despised the other contestants with her small outlook on life, she pulled on her eldest friend Shui Rong’s sleeve, who was the third daughter of an Earl, being the first daughter of the main wife. The young woman had beautiful sapphire earrings and a necklace with various jewels that had a mysterious shine.

These were protection tokens given by Shui Rong’s parents before she decided to test for the Celestial Sword Sect, it showed the wealth and knowledge in martial arts that the teenager’s family had, which meant superior status and power.

Rong Shui’s phoenix eyes took in everything calmly, unlike her younger friend, she was more open-minded and didn’t underestimate anyone. Her father always told her that if she were to choose the path of immortality, she should always pay attention to her opponents, she should learn from her mistakes and the mistakes of others, never underestimate anyone and never despise anyone, since this “nobody ” can one day become a “someone” who can be powerful, so it would be very good if he were an ally and not an enemy.

The more friends you have the better, enemies can be deadly.

Her temperament was [span]like her name,[/span] calm as the clear waters of a lake, but never still and always in silent motion. She had beautiful gray irises that looked like two agate stones that gleamed in the sunlight, her calm countenance and cultivated temper made others trust her.