Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan

Chapter 2219 - 1578: Astonishment

"Thank you, all senior and junior brothers, but the competition is not yet over. May I restore my energy in peace to face the upcoming battles with all my might?" He simply did not like socializing, not that he couldn’t.

Moreover, there was not much joy in his heart from defeating Xu Benlei, and his mental state remained calm and unruffled.

Only then did everyone realize and quickly said, "Brother Ding is absolutely right. We won’t disturb you any further. We wish you success in advance and hope you achieve good results!"

"Thank you."

Ding Hui also breathed a sigh of relief as he walked out of the crowd to the area designated for recovery and healing. He began absorbing spiritual energy to restore his depleted mana.

Wansheng, who was in charge of the Sect competition logistics, couldn’t help but set his eyes on him.

He was also very curious about how this young man possessed such incredible fighting power, even managing to defeat a true disciple.

Yet, upon carefully recollecting, he was surprised to find no significant impression of Ding Hui in his memory, almost as if he wasn’t there at all...

Although Wansheng had stopped frequently addressing the queries and doubts of low-level disciples over the years, he still often guided and solved problems for these scattered immortal realm disciples.

Currently, Tongtian Sect doesn’t have many scattered immortal realm disciples, just over twenty.

With so few, it’s surprising that Ding Hui left no impression, suggesting he hardly attended the sermon hall!

So how did he improve his cultivation and strength? Could it really be extraordinary talent?

If that’s the case, why didn’t the sect leader nominate him as a candidate for a true disciple when selections were made? Why wasn’t he allowed to participate in the trials?

There are so many questions here, too many to clarify, leaving Wansheng quite perplexed.

Perhaps when the Sect competition ends, he might discuss it with the sect leader.

Although most of Li Zhirui’s attention was focused on deducing pill recipes, he too took notice of this match.

Or rather, he had been paying a fragment of attention to the disciples’ battles from the very start, but the rest felt like fleeting images, never held in his heart.

He simply didn’t know Ding Hui and hadn’t recognized any underlying issues, merely thinking this inner sect disciple performed well and had decent strength, without any other thoughts.

...

The Golden Crow sets in the west, as the Jade Rabbit rises into the sky.

As the sun and moon alternate, the Sect competition approaches its finale.

The matches among Mortal Realm disciples are over, only the top two among scattered immortal realm disciples remain undecided.

Below the stage, Xu Benlei looked at the two on the arena, expressionless, with a metallic taste in his mouth from biting his cheek hard.

The reason for his behavior is simple: not long ago, he lost again, this time to Jiang Yong!

Having lost twice, he could no longer compete for the championship in this competition and was resigned to watch the showdown between Jiang Yong and Ding Hui.

He was, of course, unwilling to accept this outcome, but reality is what it is, and no matter how unwilling, he can do nothing about it.

Luckily, as a true disciple who passed numerous trials, Xu Benlei’s Dao heart and mental state were not greatly affected.

He quickly came to terms with this reality, encouraging himself internally, that if he has the chance in the future, he will definitely defeat the two of them!

That is his confidence in himself!

At this moment, no one paid attention to Xu Benlei anymore; all eyes were glued to Ding Hui and Jiang Yong on the arena.

"Greetings, Brother Jiang."

"Brother Ding, my respects."

After exchanging pleasantries, neither rushed to strike first, both cautiously on guard against the other.

"Forgive me!"

Ultimately, Jiang Yong couldn’t hold back and struck first.

He grew instantly, becoming a small giant over ten zhang tall, holding two golden melon hammers. His speed was incredibly fast, turning into a blur and appearing before Ding Hui in no time.

With a thunderous crash, the golden melon hammer smashed down heavily. Although the arena wasn’t damaged, a noticeable tremor could be felt.

The power was evident.

But he didn’t strike his opponent. At the moment he swung the hammer, Ding Hui turned into a sword light and escaped, avoiding the powerful blow.

Moreover, he seized the opportunity to appear behind Jiang Yong, unleashing dozens of razor-sharp sword qi.

Clang—

The sword qi hit Jiang Yong with the sound of metal striking stone, causing no harm to him.

After some exchanges, neither side gained an advantage.

In the long while that followed, scenes like this played out repeatedly.

Their strengths were evenly matched, and neither seemed to have the upper hand.

"Roar!"

But finally, Jiang Yong, unable to hold his impatience, roared, "Brother Ding, I have an unmastered killing move. Be careful!"

In the next instant, his size grew again, this time exceeding fifty zhang.

With such a size, plus his enlarged golden melon hammers, the entire arena was within his range.

Ding Hui’s expression became very serious; he knew exactly what he should do to win easily.

He needed only to dodge, avoid being hit, and once Jiang Yong’s mana was exhausted, the championship would be his!

But he was unwilling to do so, as for Ding Hui, that would be taking advantage, not defeating the opponent with his own strength.

Thus, he did not choose to back down but instead brought out his trump card for a decisive battle!

A mystical blue spirit light burst from his black iron sword, a chilling aura spreading, the surrounding area’s temperature dropping significantly.

"Slash!"

With an explosive shout, a sword qi, as if capable of freezing all things, roared forth.

"Shatter for me!"

Jiang Yong’s eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty red as the golden melon hammer smashed into the sword qi, instantly shattering it into fragments flying in all directions.

Before he could rejoice, Ding Hui’s true killing move appeared!

The terrifying cold aura spread over the arena, instantly forming frost over Jiang Yong, invading his body steadily.

"This ends here."

As Li Zhirui saw them exchange true fire with intent to kill, he flashed between them silently, their killing moves dissipating completely.

Even the cold aura over Jiang Yong vanished.

"In this battle, Ding Hui wins!"

Although Jiang Yong’s face was unpleasant with this outcome, he did not protest.

It wasn’t out of respect for Li Zhirui, but because he knew very well that when the cold invaded his body, he had already lost.

For that wasn’t cold aura but countless fine sword qi!

If not for Li Zhirui’s timely intervention, Jiang Yong’s insides would’ve been torn apart by sword qi in moments.

After the Sect competition concluded, the crucial award ceremony began.

Following earlier arrangements, Li Zhirui distributed all rewards, bringing much delight to all disciples.

He was always most generous in matters like this.

"Next, there’s a task I’ll assign to you."

After the rewards were handed out, Li Zhirui did not depart directly but spoke with a serious expression, "You probably know the current developmental issues facing the Sect, namely the absence of stable spirit land for resource acquisition."

"This spirit land is not just for resource procurement but serves as your training ground and a major factor in attracting more loose cultivators to settle here!"

At this, the disciples understood what Li Zhirui implied. He wanted them to cultivate a land filled with diverse spiritual objects and various tiered devil beasts.

"But Sect Leader, the sect’s grounds are too small to create such a spirit land."