Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 430 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Immortal Venerable 13

This person is quite talkative!

However, not everyone in the audience was listening attentively.

Many people were whispering amongst themselves, their voices rising and falling. To the left, a group of young cultivators sat huddled together, enthusiastically discussing their sect's contestants:

"Our Qingfeng Sect's Senior Brother Li has been in seclusion for half a year, and I heard that his strength has greatly increased. He might be able to break into the top ten!"

"I doubt it. I sparred with him last time. Although his Qingfeng Sword Technique is exquisite, it has quite a few flaws."

Several elderly men on the right stroked their beards and whispered their guesses about who would win this year's competition:

"In my opinion, given the strength of the Qingyun Sect, the champion will most likely come from their sect."

"That's not necessarily true. That genius disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is not to be underestimated. His swordsmanship is superb, and he might be able to create a miracle."

Ji Huan glanced at Sui Si beside him, who seemed calm, and saw that he looked indifferent and his gaze casually swept across the arena. He then chuckled softly:

"Senior brother, you haven't participated in this competition for a long time. There have been many changes in the cultivation world. Let me tell you about the current power structure."

Sui Si nodded, a hint of interest in his eyes, signaling him to continue.

Ji Huan cleared his throat, turned slightly to the side, and lowered his voice to say:

"Currently, the two major factions are the cultivators led by our Qingyun Sect and the demon race led by the Demon Emperor Palace."

Over the years, the two sides have seen their strengths rise and fall, but overall they have remained relatively evenly matched, maintaining a delicate balance.

This competition, on the surface, is a chance to hone skills, but in reality, it is also a stage for all parties to showcase their strength.

Everyone wanted to use this opportunity to intimidate their opponents, while also promoting communication and avoiding unnecessary conflict.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the arena, observing the reactions of those around him, before continuing:

"The competition schedule is also carefully arranged. The main competition for cultivators is scheduled for the first day, since there are many cultivator sects and a large number of participants."

The competition among the demon race took place on the second day. Although the demon race was relatively small in number, each of them was extremely powerful.

The time that followed was for free sparring and individual combat. Whether they were cultivators or demons, they could find suitable opponents and hone their skills during this period.

Today is the first day, and the demons have not yet arrived. Let me first tell you about the sects among the cultivators.

Our Qingyun Sect, with its profound foundation and the accumulation of knowledge by generations of predecessors, firmly holds the top position, which is beyond doubt.

After that, five sects took over: Wanjian Sect, Qingfeng Sect, Danxia Sect, Xuanbing Valley, and Lingyin Pavilion.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is known for its fierce swordsmanship, the Qingfeng Sect excels in wind magic, the Danxia Sect controls fire spirits, the Xuanbing Valley is proficient in ice magic, and the Lingyin Pavilion is unique in its sonic attacks.

These five sects are not to be underestimated. Each has its own strengths and influence in the cultivation world. They have many disciples and are full of experts.

As for the other sects, they can only be ranked lower. Although their strength is slightly inferior, they should not be underestimated.

Among them are some rising stars who might just shine in this competition.

Sui Si listened quietly, his expression calm and composed, nodding slightly to indicate that he was listening attentively.

But in reality, he couldn't help but have some doubts.

In his view, the struggles between these sects and the division of power were nothing more than a recurring farce.

He thought to himself:

"These fights are all pretty much the same, just a contest of spiritual power and magical treasures. It's so boring to watch."

No wonder they all want to join in the fun; it really doesn't interest me at all.

It would be better to return to the mountain and cultivate in seclusion, comprehending new techniques.

Thinking this, he suppressed the urge to yawn, his eyelids began to droop involuntarily, and he felt drowsy.

I just hope this competition can get to the point quickly, with the truly talented players coming up to compete, or that it can end soon so I can get rid of this long and tedious opening.

Just as Sui Si was about to fall into a deep sleep, a violent commotion broke the dull and boring atmosphere in the arena.

"what happened?"

Sui Si instantly regained consciousness, sat up abruptly, and looked up.

Suddenly, a young man appeared on the field. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his upright posture exuded an arrogant air that made people extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, he stood proudly in the center of the arena, his body radiating a powerful, almost terrifying, spiritual energy.

"Who is this person? I've never seen him before."

"I don't know, but judging from this aura, it's probably not simple."

The crowd below the stage was abuzz with discussion, their voices rising and falling.

Faced with this young man in white, the contestants who had previously stepped onto the stage were utterly powerless, and one by one they were knocked off the stage by his fierce and almost brutal attacks.

Each attack was accompanied by the opponent's painful screams and splattering blood, a scene so gruesome that it was unbearable to watch.

"what!"

Another contestant was thrown heavily off the stage, writhing in pain on the ground.

This person almost crushed all the challengers who came up to the stage. What's even more outrageous is that every move he made was aimed at vital points, and he used deadly force. Those who fought against him were either killed or seriously injured.

Seeing this, people from other sects could no longer maintain their superficial politeness and demeanor.

"This is outrageous! Is this a friendly spar or murder?"

"Isn't this breaking the rules of the competition?"

Everyone glared angrily, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Some glared angrily, clenching their fists so tightly that their knuckles turned white from the exertion; others muttered curses under their breath, their words filled with anger and resentment.

Ji Huan's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his face filled with worry and doubt, and he murmured to himself:

"Why is this person acting like this?"

"While the grand competition is meant to select talent and exchange skills, such ruthless methods are unnecessary. This goes against the principles of us cultivators."

Sui Si's eyes darkened instantly, a cold glint flashing in them, and he said in a deep voice:

"Who is his master at Qingfeng Sect? Is he as skilled as me?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Huan's face twitched, his expression quite fascinating.

He opened his mouth, intending to say, "Senior brother, have you perhaps gone mad from being secluded in your room?", but seeing Sui Si's ambiguous yet intensely oppressive gaze, his heart tightened, and he swallowed the word "madness" back, quickly changing his words to:

"Senior brother, you must believe in yourself. You are the best in the world right now!"

Is there even a question? No matter how good this kid is, can he compare to you?

Sui Si: "..."

Sui Si's lips twitched slightly, his face went blank, and he thought to himself: Do you think I'm easy to fool? Trying to fob me off with something like that.

Ji Huan coughed awkwardly twice, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, and then said:

"Ahem, senior brother, his master is indeed not as good as you, but he is still one of the top figures in the cultivation world."

In my opinion, this kid has good physique and high talent. Looking at the entire cultivation world, there are very few geniuses like him.

I heard that he was given special training by the sect from a young age, with all sorts of rare and precious treasures piled on him like they were free, which is why he has the strength he has today.

Sui Si snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and said:

"Hmph, so what if you have high cultivation? If your character is flawed, you won't go far."

Possessing extraordinary skills yet showing no compassion for those around them, how are they any different from demons?

Ji Huan nodded in agreement.

"That's true. Such a ruthless person, even if he is glorious for a time, will surely bring disaster upon himself in the future."

"If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. His actions will bring him retribution sooner or later."

As the two were talking, the young man in white launched another attack on the arena.

This time, his opponent turned out to be his fellow disciple.

"They're all from the Qingfeng Sect, he should at least show some mercy."

"Yes, there's bound to be some bond between fellow disciples; it's not like they'd go so far as to kill each other."

The crowd below the stage were whispering among themselves, thinking that the competition would be a bit milder.

But who could have imagined that he would still be so ruthless, each move potentially fatal?

"Don't force me!"