The Green-Wood Sword, the talismans Second Uncle prepared, seeds, spirit stones, healing medicinal pills, and several simple formations.
When she finished checking everything, Xu Jingzhi knocked on the door. "Junior Martial Brother Ye, are you done?"
Mo Tiange answered, "I'm coming."
In the courtyard outside the house, all the cultivators gathered together. Except for Senior Martial Brother Zhou, everyone looked more or less nervous.
They all entered the sect through the Immortals Assembly. Their cultivation levels weren't weak, but they couldn't obtain Foundation-Building Pills. It could be said that they all entered the sect for the sake of Foundation-Building Pills.
Mo Tiange was no exception.
As individual cultivators, their biggest difficulty wasn't lacking spirit veins and medicinal pills, but not being able to obtain Foundation-Building Pills.
If spirit veins weren't good, they could make do. If they lacked medicinal pills, they could slowly earn money to buy them. With enough opportunities and diligence, reaching the tenth layer of the Aura Refining realm wouldn't be too difficult. However, individual cultivators had no way to obtain Foundation-Building Pills.
Cultivation groups and clans that had the ability to concoct Foundation-Building Pills basically wouldn't sell them. Only under some special circumstances would they sell them.
Even so, their prices were still sky-high. Every time they were sold for several thousand spirit stones, they simply couldn't be afforded by ordinary cultivators.
Therefore, only by entering a sect would they have the opportunity to obtain Foundation-Building Pills and possibly build their foundation.
Senior Martial Brother Zhou glanced at them and said, "I don't need to tell you how important today is. I think you all know it.
Your future depends on your hard work today.
Let's go. "
The venue of the minor competition was finally set at Zixia Sect.
No one was surprised by this result.
Since Zixia Sect deliberately wanted to show off, the result was bound to be like this.
Yunwu Sect, Zixia Sect, and Jindao School were the three great cultivation groups in the eastern region of Kunwu. The three groups depended on each other and also restrained each other, maintaining a subtle relationship.
In the past, there had been cases where one group was particularly powerful. Usually, at that time, that group would become the leader of the three groups.
Judging from the current situation, Zixia Sect was obviously pursuing this position.
However, this had nothing to do with young Aura Refining disciples like them. No matter what happened to the higher-ups, they just needed to cultivate well and wouldn't be implicated.
On the day of the minor competition, Sect Leader Fang appeared in front of everyone again. This time, he was even more cautious than during the competition in Miwu Valley. There were five Core Formation cultivators.
In the entire Yunwu Sect, there were only seven or eight Core Formation cultivators in total. Most of them, excluding those who were in Closed Door Meditation, were all here.
Mo Tiange frowned inwardly. Apparently, this minor competition was just a name. Most likely, it was a competition between the three groups in private.
It should be known that Core Formation cultivators normally wouldn't appear in front of ordinary disciples. They would only be able to see the Sect Head during events like joining the sect or the Miwu Valley Competition. However, this was only a minor competition. It would be fine if it was just like the Miwu Valley Competition, but there were actually five Core Formation cultivators accompanying them. It was clear that this wasn't a simple competition.
It would take about six hours to travel from Yunwu Sect to Zixia Sect on a Core Formation grandmaster's flying magic weapon, which was a bit further than Miwu Valley.
By the time they arrived at Zixia Sect, all the Yunwu Sect disciples felt like their horizons had been broadened.
Zixia Sect was situated on top of a high mountain. This mountain was thousands of feet high and towered into the clouds.
Neat and tidy jade steps stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to the magnificent mountain gate. After that, there was a vast square and a lofty main hall.
Looking down from the sky, Mo Tiange had to admit that compared to Zixia Sect's grandeur, Yunwu Sect seemed a bit small.
Zixia Sect's square was more than twice the size of Yunwu Sect's. All the Aura Refining disciples participating in the minor competition were in the square, but it didn't feel crowded at all.
Several fighting rings were neatly placed in the middle of the square. The disciples of the three groups each occupied a corner.
Jindao School had the least number of disciples compared to last time. The number of Yunwu Sect's disciples increased slightly, but Zixia Sect's disciples were obviously the most numerous. The right side of the fighting ring was densely packed.
After that, the disciples of the three groups drew lots.
The total number of people was more than a thousand, so the time taken to draw lots was very long. Mo Tiange inadvertently raised her head and saw that the Sect Heads of the three groups weren't present. None of the Core Formation cultivators were present either.
She confirmed her guess. It seemed today was indeed a competition between the three groups, and Zixia Sect wanted to suppress the other two groups.
The preliminary round of the minor competition began under the arrangement of the Foundation Building cultivators.
The number Mo Tiange drew was number 347, which was in the middle. It was neither good nor bad.
This time, they came together. After drawing lots, they went to their respective fighting rings.
Mo Tiange's first opponent was number 348, an eighth layer Aura Refining disciple of Zixia Sect. Her opponent's cultivation level wasn't high, and his magical power was also ordinary. Under her Green-Wood Sword's attack, he admitted defeat in less than a quarter of an hour.
She jumped off the fighting ring, feeling somewhat absent-minded. She didn't know why, but she felt restless ever since she arrived at Zixia Sect.
The first round of the competition ended one after another. Just as the Foundation Building cultivators were about to discuss how to proceed with the second round of the competition, a hall of Zixia Sect not far from them suddenly collapsed with a loud rumble, emitting blazing flames.
The Aura Refining disciples in the square were in an uproar, and the Foundation Building cultivators' expressions changed greatly.
From the ruins of that hall, several silhouettes rushed out. Each of them had a defensive magic barrier over their heads as they fought.
They were obviously high-level cultivators. The spiritual aura pressure produced by their fights of magical power was extremely great, making it difficult for the Aura Refining disciples to bear.
Upon seeing this scene, a Foundation Building cultivator from Yunwu Sect suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Yunwu Sect's disciples, come here!"
The cultivators from Jindao School came to their senses and also shouted, "Jindao School's disciples, come here!"
The Aura Refining disciples didn't understand what was going on, so they obeyed out of habit. In an instant, the square was thrown into chaos. The cultivators who were mixed together ran here and there, trampling on others from time to time.
Amidst the chaos, Mo Tiange saw several familiar figures among the cultivators fighting with magical powers.
Yunwu Sect's Sect Head Fang Dingyue, Zixia Sect's Sect Head Li, and Jindao School's Sect Head Jin were nowhere to be seen.
Apparently, the three groups had a falling out.
It was no wonder she felt restless just now. Those who studied formations were more sensitive to Yin, Yang, and the five elements, so they could occasionally sense bad luck.
This was really bad. This was Zixia Sect, and she was only an Aura Refining disciple with meager strength. If Yunwu Sect and Jindao School really had a falling out with Zixia Sect, Aura Refining disciples like her would be in danger.
Mo Tiange's face turned pale when she thought about this.
"Li Mingzhang!
You old fool! You actually plotted against me! "Flying in the air, Sect Head Fang pointed at Sect Head Li and cursed loudly.
Sect Head Li smiled lightly. "Fang Dingyue, now that things have come to this, you'd better admit defeat."
As he spoke, he cast a glance at the square. "If you admit defeat, I'll leave some incense for your Yunwu Sect today. Otherwise, these future pillars of Yunwu Sect will all be gone!"
Although his tone was flat, the threat was obvious. Sect Head Fang immediately bristled with anger and sneered repeatedly. "Don't be complacent! If I explode my Gold Core, your Zixia Sect won't be able to keep its incense!"
When a Gold Core cultivator detonated his Gold Core, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be injured. If Sect Head Fang was ruthless enough to destroy indiscriminately, perhaps not a single disciple from the three groups would survive in the square.
Mo Tiange's palms suddenly broke out in cold sweat.
She couldn't be that unlucky, could she?
If she died in the internal strife between the three groups before even building her foundation, she'd really die with everlasting regret.
Sect Head Li's expression remained unchanged. He smiled contemptuously and said, "Do you think we didn't guard against you when we dared to attack you?
You might as well use your spiritual aura … "
Sect Head Fang's complexion suddenly turned blue. "You … You dare to exterminate my Yunwu Sect? Aren't you afraid that Elder Yan will come back and become hostile?!" Elder Yan was the Grand Supreme Elder of Yunwu Sect, the only Nascent Soul grandmaster in Yunwu Sect.
Sect Head Li snorted. "Do you think we don't know?
Your Elder Yan passed away ten years ago; he just didn't dare to make it public! "
Once he said that, not only did Sect Head Fang's complexion turn pale, but all the Yunwu Sect disciples in the square were also shocked.
This matter was obviously Yunwu Sect's top secret. Not to mention ordinary disciples like them, even Foundation Building disciples didn't know about it.
It seemed Zixia Sect's move had been planned for a long time!
Mo Tiange hid in the crowd, trying hard to think about the current situation.
Since she was in Zixia Sect, it was impossible for her to escape by herself. She could only wait and see how these people would deal with the Yunwu Sect disciples. They couldn't possibly kill all of them, right?
The more she thought about it, the more cold sweat covered her forehead. Second Uncle was still waiting for her to bring back Foundation-Building Pills. Who would've thought this was actually a trap?