Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race-Chapter 62 - 2 years subscribe_1
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Time passed, and two years went by.
At the foot of a steep mountain peak stood a silver stone tablet over ten zhang high, engraved with the golden characters “Martial Training Peak.”
At the summit was an Azure Stone Plaza of ten thousand mu, facing it was a golden palace more than thirty zhang high, with a plaque bearing the silver characters “Martial Training Hall.”
There were hundreds of hundred-zhang-sized azure stone stages on the plaza, some of which were covered by a blue light screen.
Some Spirit Control Sect disciples were dueling with spells, and others were engaging in beast battles.
Over a hundred Spirit Control Sect disciples gathered around one of the azure stone stages, which was enveloped by a thick blue light screen.
Shen Long was dueling with an attractive woman in her thirties wearing a blue dress, the two competing in art techniques.
Shen Long raised his right hand, and a water-jar-sized giant fireball flew out, smashing towards the woman in the blue dress.
The woman in the blue dress flicked her right hand, and a half-zhang-long giant wind blade flew out, slicing the giant fireball in half, with the wind blade continuing straight towards Shen Long.
Shen Long’s figure flickered, appearing several zhang away and dodging the giant wind blade, which struck the blue light screen, causing it to waver.
“It’s hard to say who will win this time.”
A handsome young man in a blue shirt spoke up.
“Of course it’s Senior Brother Shen.
He has cultivated the first-tier spells of the five elements to Great Perfection, he’s extraordinary.”
Qian Dafu said proudly.
“That’s not necessarily true.
Senior Sister Sun has reached the ninth level of Qi Refinement and has cultivated four first-tier spells to Great Perfection, while Senior Brother Shen is only at the eighth level of Qi Refinement.”
A pretty girl in a blue dress analyzed.
“Hmph, Senior Brother Shen will surely win.”
Qian Dafu said with full confidence.
“Quick, look, Senior Brother Shen got caught by a binding talisman.
It seems he’s going to lose.”
The girl in the blue dress said excitedly.
Upon hearing this, Qian Dafu quickly turned his gaze towards the azure stone stage.
Two thick green vines had wrapped around Shen Long’s feet, as a half-zhang-long giant wind blade flew towards Shen Long.
Shen Long raised his right hand, and a three-chi-long white ice cone shot out, colliding with the giant wind blade.
The white ice cone clashed with the giant wind blade and was split in two; a surge of icy chill gushed out, slowing down the wind blade and coating it in a layer of white frost.
Seizing the opportunity, Shen Long threw two red fireballs, burning away the green vines and regaining his freedom.
Shen Long’s feet emitted a bright blue light, and he became a blur, rapidly moving across the stone stage, launching red fireballs at the woman in the blue dress.
The woman in the blue dress raised both hands, sending out giant wind blades to meet the onslaught.
The giant wind blades collided with the giant fireballs, and green and red lights flared brightly as flames scattered in all directions.
Without any warning, Shen Long appeared behind the woman in the blue dress.
Sensing his presence and about to dodge, a thick green vine emerged beneath her feet, entwining her body, as a house-sized giant fireball flew towards her, smashing onto her body’s protective blue light and bursting with a loud sound.
Swaths of fierce flames engulfed the woman in the blue dress.
Shen Long kept releasing house-sized red fireballs, hurling them at the woman in the blue dress, the flames intensifying.
“Stop, Junior Brother Shen, I concede,” a hurried female voice rang out.
Shen Long breathed a sigh of relief and ceased casting spells.
Before long, the red flames dissipated, revealing the figure of the woman in the blue dress, who was wearing a charred blue vine armor, looking somewhat pale.
“Thank you for the concession, Senior Sister Sun.”
Shen Long said, cupping his fist in salute.
The woman in the blue dress was Sun Yao, a sect-born disciple from Qingmei Peak, with a Cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Refinement.
After being in the sect for over two years, Shen Long had mastered the basic knowledge of cultivating immortality, fully integrating himself into the Spirit Control Sect.
In his spare time, he would go to Martial Training Peak to practice his art techniques and occasionally spar with other Qi Refining Cultivators.
Sparring among Spirit Control Sect’s Qi Refining Cultivators varied, mostly consisting of beast and insect battles, but since Shen Long’s spirit beast and spirit insect were of a lower rank, he could only compete with other Qi Refining Cultivators in art techniques.
Most sect-born disciples in the Spirit Control Sect chose their life-bound spirit beasts during the Qi Refinement Realm, cultivating art techniques with the help of life-bound spirit beasts to compensate for their own shortcomings.
However, limited by financial means, some disciples would wait until they advanced to the Foundation Establishment Stage to choose their life-bound spirit beast, focusing on cultivation until then.
Thanks to his Great Perfection in the first-tier spells of the five elements, Shen Long defeated many Qi Refining Cultivators and gained a bit of fame among them.
“Junior Brother Shen need not be modest.
A win is a win; I’m thoroughly convinced,” Sun Yao said earnestly.
“Haha, I knew Senior Brother Shen could win,” Qian Dafu said excitedly.
“Hmph, our Spirit Control Sect isn’t famous for its art techniques.
Only winning in beast, insect, and bird battles is impressive,” the girl in the blue dress said, still unconvinced.
“Junior Sister Liu, what you’re saying isn’t right.
Senior Brother Shen is a new disciple, without sufficient medicines and resources.
It’s already difficult for him to cultivate to the eighth level of Qi Refinement.
How could he have so many resources to nurture spirit beasts and insects?
Senior Sister Sun comes from a family with seven generations in the Spirit Control Sect and has even had Foundation Establishment Cultivators; her starting point is much higher than Senior Brother Shen’s.
Beast, insect, and bird battles are fundamentally unfair,” Qian Dafu retorted.
The girl in the blue dress wanted to say more, but Sun Yao stopped her, “Alright, Qingqing, Junior Brother Qian makes sense.
My starting point is indeed higher than Junior Brother Shen’s, and winning a beast battle would indeed be an unfair victory.
The triennial junior competition is approaching, and I hope Junior Brother Shen and Junior Brother Qian can achieve good rankings.
Let’s go back!”
Sun Yao patted the green spirit beast bag at her waist, and with a sharp crane cry, a streak of green light flew out, transforming into a giant green crane with a wingspan of two zhang, with a tuft of red feathers on its head.
A late-stage first-order crane with fast flying speed.
Sun Yao and Liu Qingqing stepped onto the back of the crane, which lightly flapped its wings, stirring up a gust of wind and flying toward the high sky.
The onlookers gradually dispersed, each returning to their own homes.
“Senior Brother Shen, it’s getting late, let’s head back to Green Cloud Peak!”
Qian Dafu suggested, summoning a roughly one zhang large Red Fire Crow and stepping onto its back.
Shen Long nodded and followed him onto the back of the Red Fire Crow.
The Red Fire Crow made a ‘gua gua’ sound, flapped its wings gently, and a gust of hot wind swept out as it soared into the sky, heading toward Green Cloud Peak.
Shen Long had been an initiate for over two years and had become quite familiar with Qian Dafu.
Qian Dafu was well-informed and had a wide network, often providing Shen Long with information.
Returning to Green Cloud Peak, Shen Long and Qian Dafu headed to the Spiritual Meal Pavilion.
At this time, there were not many disciples dining in the Spiritual Meal Pavilion.
Shen Long and Qian Dafu used their identity medallions to get their evening meal and found an empty table to sit and chat while eating.
“Senior Brother Shen, in a few days, it will be the triennial minor competition, and with your abilities, you’re sure to get a good ranking.
If you need to buy anything then, you can buy from me,” Qian Dafu said enthusiastically.
“Junior Brother Qian, are you not participating in the minor competition?” Shen Long asked, puzzled.
“I’m not interested.
I have little experience in fighting with techniques, and my cultivation isn’t high either.
I wouldn’t be able to get a good ranking even if I participated; I am aware of my limitations,” Qian Dafu explained.
He had accumulated a fortune through buying and selling.
“Senior Brother Gu, Senior Sister Tang, and Senior Brother Qin should be able to get a good ranking,” Shen Long commented.
“That’s hard to say, there could be dark horses.
Being among the top ten is somewhat difficult, but regarding the top fifty, I think you have a chance,” Qian Dafu remarked.
He had a high opinion of Shen Long and wanted to establish a relationship with him early before Shen Long’s rise.
Shen Long was extremely self-disciplined, devoted only to cultivation and attending lectures at the Teaching Pavilion.
Disciples from cultivator families like Gu Tianhong and Tang Yuting only attended for three months; after that, they stopped going to the Teaching Pavilion and, with the help of their relatives, expanded their networks to connect with powerful or potential peers within the sect.
The Gu Family spent a fortune to hire a second-order Alchemist to tutor Gu Tianhong in alchemy, while Tang Yuting learned Artifact Refining.
New disciples like Shen Long, who came from Loose Cultivator origins, generally immersed themselves in hard cultivation, lacking the spare spirit stones to learn a skill.
Shen Long smiled, said nothing, finished his evening meal, and left the Spiritual Meal Pavilion, heading down the mountain.
He returned to the entrance of Qingmei Courtyard, took out the token to deactivate the restriction, and pushed the door open, greeted by a field of two-foot-tall silver grains, each stalk laden with dozens of chickpea-sized silver grains.
Silver Marrow Spirit Rice, not yet mature.
Lin Cheng had been attentively caring for the Silver Marrow Spirit Rice, and its growth was very good, so Shen Long had not needed to worry.
He closed the courtyard door and entered Qingmei Pavilion.
Shen Long came to a secret room, where an Iron Tail Scorpion greeted him.
Its size had increased by more than a layer, and it was still in the middle stage of the first order. frёewebηovel.cѳm
Shen Long had always fed the Iron Tail Scorpion with Silver Marrow Spirit Rice and gave it one Spirit Feeding Pill every three months.
The Iron Tail Scorpion made a joyful hissing sound, its stinger swaying left and right.
Shen Long took out a white rice bag, scooped out a large handful of Silver Marrow Spirit Rice, and threw it on the ground.
The Iron Tail Scorpion started to eat, and Shen Long patted the golden spirit beast bag at his waist, releasing dozens of Gold Ants, among them one particularly large Gold Ant Queen.
The Gold Ants had proliferated to forty-five, all at the initial stage of the first order.
If Shen Long’s financial resources were not limited, the number could have multiplied by several folds.
Shen Long took out three fist-sized pieces of Profound Iron Ore and threw them on the ground.
The forty-five Gold Ants flew onto the Profound Iron Ore and began nibbling, with the Ant Queen monopolizing one piece, not allowing any other Gold Ants near.
Before long, they had consumed the three pieces of Profound Iron Ore, and the Iron Tail Scorpion had eaten the Silver Marrow Spirit Rice on the ground.
Shen Long put the Gold Ants back into the spirit beast bag and entered the Spirit Control Tower.
An excited roar resounded as a Fire Rock Beast burst out of the Spirit Control Pool, its size having grown significantly, advancing to the middle period of the first order, with one Spirit Feeding Pill per month.
The Fire Rock Beast was quite resilient, and Shen Long constantly trained it, hoping it would play a bigger role in the upcoming minor competition.
Shen Long took out two handfuls of Silver Marrow Spirit Rice and fed it to the Fire Rock Beast, which devoured four jin of Silver Marrow Spirit Rice but still seemed unsatisfied, nudging Shen Long’s trouser leg with its head.
“The minor competition is approaching, I hope you can be of help,” Shen Long spoke to himself.
The Fire Rock Beast seemed to understand, letting out a loud roar as if to say, “Trust me.”
Shen Long could feel the Fire Rock Beast’s eagerness and took out a Spirit Feeding Pill to feed it.
