My Master Knows It All

391: Chapter 162: No One Can Escape_2 391: Chapter 162: No One Can Escape_2 The members of Thousand Caves Door also knew that the people from Hundred Peaks Sect had come to engage in the debate, but they were very confident, as they were far stronger this year than ever before.

In their anticipation, if Hundred Peaks Sect had a debate with Thousand Caves Door, the most likely to lose would certainly be Hundred Peaks Sect.

But when evening came, disciple after disciple from Thousand Caves Door, including Cave Masters and senior officials, received the results of today’s debates, and nearly went insane!

Calligraphy, painting, poetry, lyrics, musical rhythm—all of their debates were utterly lost, and even to the same person.

They had been losing all day yesterday.

They couldn’t believe it, could that same person continue to win?

What other subjects could one person possibly excel in?

They didn’t believe that today, the people from Hundred Peaks Sect could still defeat their Thousand Caves Door!

In other debates such as those on poetry and lyrics, musical rhythm, or calligraphy and painting, even those who were not experts could still appreciate them.

However, a debate on Agriculture, if not understood, really seemed quite uninteresting.

But today, even more disciples and Cave Masters thronged to the site of the debate.

Lan Pili was under great pressure, having stayed up all night pondering how to confront White Cave Master.

If Cao Zhen won all day yesterday only to lose as soon as he entered the field today, what would that count for?

Although it was true that today he only lost one match, and it was just one aspect of Agriculture that Hundred Peaks Sect lost to Thousand Caves Door, overall, it was still Hundred Peaks Sect who had won more.

Yet, his own pride made him unwilling to lose, eager to struggle one last time.

Over the years, he had found his own path based on the heritage of Agriculture passed down by his master.

Lan Pili and White Cave Master, each could only look at one another over their own ruined Spirit Fields before moving toward the other’s field without waiting for anyone to speak.

Both Spirit Fields were of the lowest rank, Rank One Spirit Fields.

After all, the higher the rank of a Spirit Field, the more troublesome and time-consuming it was to restore.

Therefore, debates started with Rank One Spirit Fields, and only if no winner could be determined would they proceed to Rank Two Spirit Fields, then Rank Three and so on.

Standing among the crowd, Cao Zhen, who had not participated in the debate, noticed that the gazes of the Thousand Caves Door disciples didn’t fall on Lan Pili but on him.

Cao Zhen ignored everyone else and looked towards the two Spirit Fields.

Destroying Spirit Fields did not mean turning the fields into a complete mess; destruction only targeted the soil of the fields.

A Spirit Field is so named because of its unique soil, which contains Spiritual Energy.

The Spirit Field White Cave Master faced looked overturned, revealing dark soil.

This wasn’t naturally black soil but originally yellow; it had turned black because it had been bombarded with the Great Thunderfall Technique by Lan Pili.

After much contemplation the night before, he decided to use his Divine Skills to cause sudden destruction, thinking only then would he have a slim chance of winning.

White Cave Master seemed to have anticipated what Lan Pili would do.

He squatted down, gently touched the soil with his hand, and a victorious smile appeared on his face as he lightly chuckled, “So you changed the soil with Thunderbolt Proficiency?

Your thought is good.

If it were someone else, they might indeed be unable to repair the soil you destroyed, but alas, you’ve met me.

Even with the changes from lightning, it’s merely a variation on the heritage.

Repairing this soil couldn’t be simpler.”

White Cave Master quickly gathered various non-Spirit Grass plants and began planting them around the soil while he said, “These blue flowers, although not Spirit Grass, have a restorative effect, along with…”

He started planting various herbs across the Spirit Field…

Cao Zhen was somewhat speechless.

So, White Cave Master’s method of restoring the Spirit Field was to plant various grasses?

The problem is, this is at Thousand Caves Door, during the debate, where all sorts of herbs are ready at hand.

But what if it were somewhere else, without sufficient herbs available?

How would he restore the Spirit Field then?

The issue with the soil wasn’t something that could only be solved by planting herbs; it could be addressed in other ways, too.

White Cave Master’s techniques were too ordinary.

Before long, the pitch-dark soil on the Spirit Field began to reveal its yellow color again.

White Cave Master looked down at the soil with the poise of a master and with a calm expression said, “In less than half a day, this Spirit Field will be restored.”

Surrounding them, each disciple from Thousand Caves Door, watching the partial restoration of the Spirit Field, began to shout loudly.

“White Cave Master is indeed formidable, casually restoring the Spirit Field.”

“This time, it seems we’re going to win.”

“That Lan Pili of Hundred Peaks Sect seems still clueless.”

“White Cave Master’s research on the disciplines of Agriculture ranks among the top three in our Thousand Caves Door.”

Many disciples from Thousand Caves Door started celebrating wildly; they had been suppressed all of yesterday, and today they finally turned the tables.

It seemed that Lan Pili was clearly unable to restore the Spirit Field damaged by White Cave Master.

Full of confidence, White Cave Master stepped away from his Spirit Field and walked to Lan Pili’s side, asking softly, “Peak Master Lan, I have already restored your Spirit Field for you.

I wonder, do you know how to restore mine?”