Nie Wushang opened her eyes and clenched her fists, feeling very satisfied.
After settling for so many years, she finally broke through and entered the middle stage.
In fact, she formed her Devil Nascent earlier than Mo Tiange.
Back then, Mei Feng created Primordial Devil and swallowed a lot of Core Formation cultivators. She originally planned to use it on herself to directly advance from the early stage to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but in the end, she took advantage of it.
With that Primordial Devil Aura, she became a devil cultivator and only needed to use that Primordial Devil Aura to form her Nascent Soul.
But later, because the Primordial Devil Art she stole wasn't complete, she stayed in the early stage, which slowed down her cultivation speed.
After obtaining the Primordial Devil Stele, her cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. Devil cultivators rarely encountered bottlenecks, so she finally rushed into the middle stage in one go.
Fortunately, she wasn't too slow.
Qin Xi and Jing Xingzhi were cultivators of the same generation, but their ages were a hundred years apart. Mo Tiange was a bit younger than her, so it was embarrassing for her to be behind her.
Nie Wushang stretched her muscles and felt comfortable all over, so she stood up and walked out of the cave.
Xiaoyang was indeed the most dangerous place in the eyes of Yunzhong cultivators. Here, the barren hills and unruly rivers, the spirit veins, and the devil's domain were extremely small. When Nie Wushang came here for the first time, she simply wanted to shed tears of sympathy for the cultivators of Xiaoyang.
In Yunzhong, Core Formation cultivators didn't even want the one she occupied now, but in Xiaoyang, it became an immortal's cave that Nascent Soul cultivators fought over …
There weren't many Nascent Soul cultivators in Xiaoyang. Who was willing to suffer in Xiaoyang after cultivating to the Nascent Soul realm?
Those who stayed in Xiaoyang had no other choice.
Some had too many enemies, some offended people they shouldn't offend, and some got into trouble because of their wealth … In addition, there were only so many resources in Xiaoyang. After fighting and killing, there were only five Nascent Soul cultivators left. Two of them were beaten to the ground by her, two were scared away by her, and the last one was very smart and didn't get involved, so this cave naturally belonged to her.
"Devil Monarch!"
Upon seeing her, a bearded Core Formation devil cultivator with a weathered face hurriedly came forward and respectfully saluted her. "Devil Monarch, if you have something to say, just tell me to do it."
Nie Wushang nodded very calmly then took out a Jade Slip. "Prepare these things."
"Yes." The Fiendish Cultivator took the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense. He was stunned. "Fiendlord, this …"
"What? Is there a problem?" Nie Wushang indifferently glanced at him.
The Fiendish Cultivator shuddered. He couldn't help but think back to several decades ago, when she beat up the previous Master of the Immortal's Cave to the point where his Nascent Soul was almost shattered. He repeatedly said, "No, no." He skimmed through the jade slip once more. "This subordinate will immediately gather people and head to Yuan Province!"
"Wait!"
Nie Wushang took out a spirit stone pouch. "Don't alarm others. Just go to Yuanzhou and buy it by yourself."
The Fiendish Cultivator stared at her with his mouth agape.
Buy it?
It was the first time Xiao Yang, a Nascent Soul cultivator, wanted to buy something …
"What? Another problem?" Nie Wushang slowly clenched her fists.
"I wouldn't dare!" The Fiendish Cultivator took the bag of spirit stones. "I'll do it immediately. I guarantee that no one will find out!"
Nie Wushang nodded in satisfaction. "Go."
"Yes!" The Fiendish Cultivator didn't dare to say another word and eagerly left.
After watching him leave, Nie Wushang stood for a while before returning to her cave and sitting down cross-legged again.
The middle stage of Nascent Soul plus those things were more or less enough.
She didn't dare to wait until the late stage of Nascent Soul. By that time, his injuries would most likely have already recovered, right?
She knew his strength too well. If she let him recover his cultivation level, it would be very difficult for her to have another chance. At that time, she could only wait for his lifespan to run out and she would pass away.
If that was the case, this knot in her heart would never be untied.
Nie Wushang once again clenched her fists, her gaze firm and resolute.
She must personally knock him down and give herself a new life!
In less than a month, the Core Formation Devil Cultivator returned from Yuan Province. He respectfully presented the Qiankun Bag and the remaining spirit stones. "Devil Monarch, this subordinate didn't fail you."
Nie Wushang took the Qiankun Bag, checked it one by one then nodded. "Good, you did well.
You can be considered conscientious for several decades. Since you're so obedient, I can promise you one request. "
The Core Formation Devil Cultivator was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, Devil Monarch!"
Nie Wushang said faintly, "Before I leave Small Sun City, I'll keep my promise. You can think it over before coming back."
The devil cultivator was stunned. "Devil Monarch, you … you want to leave Small Sun City?"
Nie Wushang slightly raised her eyes and looked at the void, not answering for a long time.
Just when the devil cultivator thought she wouldn't answer, she said, "You'd better tell me earlier, lest I can't fulfill my promise in time."
"Devil Monarch …"
"Say it."
The devil cultivator said, "Devil Monarch should know that this subordinate was seriously injured many years ago, so my devil core was damaged and it's hard for my cultivation level to advance …"
"I know."
Without waiting for him to finish, Nie Wushang said, "I can help you repair your devil core, but that's all."
The devil cultivator was overjoyed. "Thank you, Devil Monarch! Thank you!"
Nie Wushang looked at him thanking her profusely and sighed inwardly.
This subordinate voluntarily came to her after she occupied the island. She took a fancy to him because his devil core was damaged and he was simple-minded.
The reason why his devil core was damaged and he was stranded in Small Sun City was because of his sad past. This made Nie Wushang inevitably think that if she hadn't acted quickly, the best result would be the same as him, right?
Master, master!
Her eyes were cold and her fists were clenched.
After a long time, she slowly exhaled.
She would definitely get revenge for more than a hundred years of humiliation!
* * *
Although the war between beast cultivators was in full swing, Xuanqing School's major competition, which was held once every fifty years, was still held.
According to Xuanqing School's rules, the Aura Refining and Foundation Building realms would have a minor competition every ten years, while the Foundation Building and Core Formation realms would have a major competition every fifty years.
In the past few decades, Xuanqing School had many talented Foundation Building and Core Formation cultivators. Almost half of the disciples were fighting outside, but there were still more than three hundred Foundation Building disciples and more than thirty Core Formation cultivators in the school.
The rewards for the major competition were very generous. From cultivation techniques, magic weapons, to spiritual pills and materials, there was everything.
Furthermore, Core Formation Cultivators aside, there was a high chance that Foundation Establishment Cultivators would be taken in as disciples by Core Formation Perfected Beings or even Nascent Souls if they performed outstandingly in the competition. For most people, that was an irresistible temptation!
At this moment, on the main peak of Mount Taikang, a huge fighting arena was built out of thin air with a profound formation technique.
From the outside, the fighting arena looked like a transparent lotus platform floating in the air, but for the people inside, it was a vast and boundless world.
On the fighting arena, life and death didn't matter.
This didn't mean that dying on the fighting arena would be in vain. Rather, it meant that even if you died, you wouldn't die.
This fighting arena wasn't an ordinary fighting arena. Those inside would be protected by a formation, and their real primordial spirit and physical body would be preserved. Even if their physical body and primordial spirit were destroyed during the competition, they would be restored to their original state once it was over.
Under Elder Weiwu's order, the two Foundation Building disciples on the fighting arena began to fight.
On the cloud platforms surrounding the dueling arena, the Core Formation Perfected Masters watched and commented on their disciples.
This was a rare opportunity to watch a real fight. Because of the characteristics of the fighting arena, it was different from the usual sparring. It could better display the strength of cultivators and make it easier to see their strengths and weaknesses.
Watching this scene, Mo Tiange couldn't help but sigh. The strength of a big cultivation group was really beyond the reach of small cultivation groups.
Even a medium-sized cultivation group like Yunwu Sect couldn't build this fighting arena even if they used all their resources, let alone those small cultivation groups with only a few Core Formation cultivators.
When she wandered around Kunwu with Second Uncle, she saw many Immortals Assemblies held by cultivation groups, but they were all just ordinary fighting arenas reinforced with formations.
"Junior Martial Sister Qingwei, you've never participated in the major competition between cultivation groups, right?" A gentle and refined voice rang in her ears.
Mo Tiange turned around and saw Lord Daoist Lingxi on the other side.
The old ones were all conscripted to Kunzhong City, so there were only the three of them in Xuanqing School.
Lord Daoist Lingxi just came out of Closed Door Meditation not long ago. Her cultivation level had improved greatly, so she was in a good mood and felt like spring breeze was blowing on her face all day long.
"Senior Martial Brother Lingxi, you must be joking. Junior Martial Sister never had a chance."
Lord Daoist Lingxi smiled and said, "For disciples of Nascent Soul Lord Daoists like us, Foundation Building cultivators generally don't participate in major and minor competitions; only Core Formation cultivators participate. Junior Martial Sister never had a chance, but you advanced too quickly.
Senior Martial Brother Shoujing and I participated in two major competitions when we were in the Core Formation realm. During the first competition, Senior Martial Brother Shoujing was in Closed Door Meditation, so we only had one chance to share the stage. "
"Oh?" Mo Tiange was quite interested. "What was the result?"
"Of course I lost." Lord Daoist Lingxi smiled. Although he said he lost, he didn't care about it at all.
Qin Xi smiled and said, "That's because you just advanced to the Core Formation realm and your cultivation level has just stabilized."
"We're about the same age. What do you mean I just advanced to the Core Formation realm? I lost to you."
Lord Daoist Lingxi shook his head and said jokingly, "Senior Martial Brother Shoujing, you're still so modest after winning. What do you think we, the losers, do?"
Qin Xi waved his hand and looked at Mo Tiange. "The real winner is over there. We're all losers in front of her."
Lord Daoist Lingxi was stunned for a moment before he burst into laughter.
Then he said, "Senior Martial Brother Shoujing, I'm confident in other things, but I really can't compare to you in this aspect."
Qin Xi also laughed without the slightest embarrassment.
"Speaking of this, in recent decades, outstanding disciples have appeared frequently in the sect. This year's major competition is quite worth watching."
Lord Daoist Lingxi's gaze shifted to the fighting stage. His eyes flickered. "Oh, this disciple is not bad."
Mo Tiange and Qin Xi also turned around and were also attracted by the fighting stage.
The two disciples on the fighting stage were both in the middle stage of the Foundation Building realm. One of them had a lot of treasures and spells, so he was probably an elite disciple under a Core Formation cultivator.
The other disciple was much worse off. He only had a high-grade magic tool and the cultivation technique he practiced was also relatively ordinary.
Of these two disciples, the former was suppressed and beaten, which was really strange.
After watching for a while, Qin Xi suddenly said, "This person is really a promising talent."
Lord Daoist Lingxi nodded. "Yes. Whether it's magic tools or cultivation techniques, he's far inferior, but he relies on a solid foundation and flexible adaptability to the situation. What's more rare is that his fighting spirit is high and he's very tenacious. In time, he'll definitely have some achievements."
Qin Xi looked at him. "Junior Martial Brother Lingxi, you're very interested in this disciple!"
Lord Daoist Lingxi smiled and summoned a disciple. "What's his name?"
The disciple flipped through the name list and reported, "Grandmaster, this junior martial brother is called Mo Xiaoliang, a disciple of Sweet Dew Peak. He's 45 years old and built his foundation when he was 25 …"
"Oh?"
Lord Daoist Lingxi narrowed his eyes. "It's rare for him to enter the middle stage in less than 20 years … Does he have a master?"
This question showed that he was interested in him. The disciple was envious and jealous, so he answered, "No master."
A trace of doubt flashed in Lord Daoist Lingxi's eyes. "His aptitude is not bad, his willpower is even better, and his cultivation level is advancing fast. Why doesn't he have a master?"
"This … This disciple doesn't know …"
Lord Daoist Lingxi naturally didn't expect this Foundation Building disciple to answer. Not far away, Dao Seeking Palace's Skill-Imparting Elder heard this and stood up to answer. "Martial Uncle, this Mo Xiaoliang doesn't have a master because his temper is too violent. Back when he was in the Aura Refining realm, he accidentally killed a fellow disciple, so …"
"Why?"
Lord Daoist Lingxi's expression turned serious. Killing a fellow disciple was the sect's prohibition. No matter how outstanding your aptitude was, if you violated this prohibition, you would be expelled from the sect, not to mention being accepted as a disciple by a Nascent Soul Dao Lord.
"It was a disciple who used his family's power to deliberately bully others. Mo Xiaoliang was too impulsive and used too much force …"
"I see." Lord Daoist Lingxi nodded. "In that case, he can't be blamed."
"Yes."
Seeing that Lord Daoist Lingxi was quite interested in this disciple, Skill-Imparting Elder echoed, "The sect forbids killing fellow disciples. If he was in the wrong, he would've been expelled from the sect long ago.
But his temper is really a headache. Back then, several junior martial brothers were also interested in him, but in the end, they thought it was better to temper his temper. "