After all, the cultivation technique of the Molten Spirit Peak required not only the burning of spiritual power, but also the consumption of blood essence.
Spiritual power could be replenished through spirit stones, but if the blood essence wanted to be replenished quickly, it needed to come into contact with other methods.
For example, the Yin gathering technique.
Some of the women who came to the Molten Spirit Peak were forced, but most of them were willing.
After all, if one cultivated the Yin gathering technique properly, it wouldn’t cause much harm to the women. As long as one became a disciple of the Molten Spirit Peak, they would be able to enjoy a monthly welfare allowance, some spirit stones, pills, and even spirit tools, and the Molten Spirit Hot Spring that all the female cultivators looked forward to.
Every time one soaked in the Molten Spirit Hot Spring, they would be able to maintain their youth for dozens of years. Although they couldn’t prolong their lives, being able to maintain their youth forever was a fatal temptation for many beautiful women.
At this moment, a few female cultivators who had just stepped into the fifth level of the spirit gathering realm had just soaked in the Molten Spirit Hot Spring. They were gathering in the mountains to celebrate the dozens of years of youth they had just obtained.
Although most of them were around 25 or 26 years old, the oldest of them was already 28 years old. Due to their good maintenance and the nourishment with various spirit pills, they were able to maintain their youth.
After soaking in the Molten Spirit Hot Spring, their skin was as smooth and tender as water, and they looked no different from girls who were 17 or 18 years old.
While they were celebrating, they saw a few disciples of the Molten Spirit Peak carrying a person up the mountain in a hurry. That person’s face was pale, and his entire body curled up into a ball, trembling non-stop.
“The person whose body is trembling seems to be… Nangong Aotian, right?”
A woman immediately recognized Nangong Aotian. As one of the few disciples of the Molten Spirit Peak who had a bright future ahead of them, these female cultivators paid extra attention to him. If they were to cultivate together with a genius, the resources they would receive would naturally be even more abundant.
If they served him well and were rewarded with some spirit pills and miraculous medicines, it would be enough for them to break through to the sixth level of the spirit gathering realm. To these women, pill poison was naturally not a consideration. As long as they broke through to the next level, no matter how weak one’s combat ability was, it would not be a problem.
“It really is Nangong Aotian. Heavens, how did he end up like this?” Another girl covered her mouth.
The competition had not even started yet, and in just a few days, Nangong Aotian had already been beaten up like this?
As they spoke, a middle-aged man and a young man flew down from the mountain. Clearly, they had received the news beforehand and came out to welcome him.
When the middle-aged man saw Nangong Aotian’s appearance, he used his spiritual power to scan and immediately knew about Nangong Aotian’s situation.
This was because he was barely able to use the Ash Black Flame and was attacked by an extremely cold power. The two powers clashed and resulted in this. Without sufficient time, he wouldn’t be able to recover.
With this, he wouldn’t be able to participate in the competition. This was a big blow to the Molten Spirit Peak.
The middle-aged man frowned and asked, “What’s going on?”
The low-level disciples of the Molten Spirit Peak were pressured by Nangong Zhong’s aura, and they immediately felt pressed. They didn’t dare to make false claims, and they shakily narrated what had happened.
The young man next to the middle-aged man heard their narration, and a light flashed in his eyes. “An ice attack that instantly killed the four of you? And it also has an invincible sword aura?”
In order to evade the responsibility, the disciples of the Molten Spirit Peak said that Victor was invincible. In their eyes, Nangong Aotian who was below the tenth level of the spirit gathering realm was already a rare opponent.
Victor used his sword energy to defeat Nangong Aotian in an instant. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was invincible.
After all, this was the Eight Desolates Sword technique’s energy that Zhang Lingren had researched and developed.
“Humph, the world is so big. You dare to claim that you are invincible just because you have some talent in the way of the sword?” The young man snorted and did not think much of it. He was Nangong Zifeng and his cultivation was at the tenth level of the spirit gathering realm.
However, if he knew that Victor had only used 60% of his strength, he definitely wouldn’t dare to say such arrogant words.
“A cultivator who is proficient in the way of the sword is nothing to be afraid of in the face of an absolute difference in strength. I will defeat him in the grand competition and make him pay a painful price.”
“Yes, try to stay within the limits of the rules. Don’t stir up any controversy.” Nangong Zhong also wanted Nangong Zifeng to take revenge for his youngest son. Otherwise, if his anger wasn’t released, it would suppress Nangong Aotian’s heart and affect his cultivation.
“Father, don’t worry, I understand…”
On the fifth day after Song Xiuwen and the others arrived at the Heavenly Illusion City.
The competition officially began. A total of 300 disciples from the outside sects, the ten great cultivation families, and the seven peaks of the Heavenly Sword Mountain gathered in the Tianhuan Mountain range, waiting to enter the mountain gate.
Among so many young elites, Victor was not eye-catching. Although a few days ago, he had also attracted a lot of attention in the East Ocean Restaurant.
However, compared to those geniuses above the tenth level of the spirit gathering realm, he was only a small genius worth paying attention to. He did not attract much discussion, not to mention that Victor was from an external sect.
The Tianhuan Mountain stretched for thousands of miles and stretched across the interior land of the Tianhuan region. Over the past ten thousand years, it had formed a dragon vein of earth energy. The main peak of the Tianhuan Mountain where the Tianjian Mountain was located was the core of this dragon vein.
Because of this, the Tianhuan Mountain was rich in heaven and earth yuan qi. If one cultivated here, one would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Furthermore, in one of the valleys of the Tianhuan Mountain, there was a spirit stone vein that was the richest in the entire Tianhuan region. Not only did it produce ordinary spirit stones, but it also produced high-quality mid-grade spirit stones and even high-grade spirit stones.
These high-grade spirit stones were only for the core disciples and elders of the sect. Ordinary cultivators had never even heard of them, much less used them.
At this moment, the empty space in front of Tianhuan Mountain was filled with elites from all over.
Because there were too many people, Song Xiuwen and his group were only allocated a radius of less than ten meters. Victor and Song Qianqian sat cross-legged on the ground to regulate their breathing.
As for Gu Xu and Hua Feng, they were not so calm. They were worried that the test would soon begin. If they could not get through, they would not even be able to enter the gate. That would be a huge loss of dignity.
“If your heart is not calm, it will be difficult for you to display your full strength,” Song Xiuwen said slowly from the side. He was naturally referring to Gu Xu and Hua Feng.
Gu Xu and Hua Feng felt awkward. Of course, they understood this logic. However, they were not strong enough, so it would be difficult for them to calm their hearts.
The two of them sat down cross-legged helplessly and adjusted their state of mind.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, “Isn’t this Great Elder Song from the Qingyun Sect? Nice to meet you!”
Song Xiuwen turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a gray robe. He was a tall and thin middle-aged man who walked over with a smile.
He was also the sect leader of the Xuanming Sect, the strongest sect in Western Liang.
Song Xiuwen cupped his fists and said coldly, “Nice to meet you, Sect Leader Wang.”
The middle-aged man surnamed Wang glanced at Victor and the others one by one. After checking their cultivation, the smile on the middle-aged man surnamed Wang’s face became even wider.
The disciples sent by the Qingyun Sect this time were all in the Xiantian realm. Compared to the two older disciples, the better ones were the two younger disciples?
It was obvious that they did not have much battle experience. It was likely that they would not achieve any results. The middle-aged man surnamed Wang had already expected this. The Qingyun Sect would suffer a crushing defeat in this grand competition.