My Master Knows It All

599: Chapter 198_5 599: Chapter 198_5 To the west of the arena, the referee in charge also let out a slight sigh of relief.

Just as Star Lord Hao Yue flew away, a Heavenly Tribulation had descended upon the platform, hurtling toward him.

After all, he was the person closest to the arena.

Fortunately, his cultivation base was strong enough that the Heavenly Tribulation did not injure him.

However, if the Grand Preceptor hadn’t dispersed the tribulation clouds promptly, as they continued to approach, even someone of the Earth Immortal Realm like him would have encountered trouble.

Taking a light breath, he finally announced, “The victor, Thousand Caves Door, Star Lord Hao Yue!”

“Star Lord Hao Yue has won!”

“With this, the four strong contenders of the Immortals’ Martial Contest have all emerged—three disciples from the Hundred Peaks Sect, or more precisely, three individuals from Four Treasures Peak, along with Star Lord Hao Yue!”

“Four Treasures Peak—a single peak, yet it occupies three of the top four spots.

Who could have foreseen this before the competition?”

“However, Xiang Ziyu, after using the secret technique, is still unconscious to this moment, and it’s uncertain if he will be able to compete tomorrow.”

“Four Treasures Peak’s Yan Yourong, if she encounters Star Lord Hao Yue, I fear she might be able to trouble him.

And if she meets her own Master, she will likely concede immediately.”

“I think, the semi-finals tomorrow will surely not see Peak Master Cao face Star Lord Hao Yue so soon.

Therefore, tomorrow’s battles seem rather uninteresting.

Might as well just proceed directly to the semi-finals and finals!”

“What you’re talking about won’t happen; after all, the finals are meant to select a State Preceptor.

It’s a significant event, not just for us to watch.

Officials from the Guardian Immortal Imperial Dynasty’s imperial court, even the current Emperor, will likely be observers.

They surely wouldn’t rush through the finals.”

“Actually, speaking of it, tomorrow’s matches might not be as exciting as the remaining ones today.”

The quarterfinal battles were concluded, but today’s matches were not yet over.

Today, the eight who were eliminated in the top sixteen must duel again to determine the top three.

The eight will still pair off to fight each other.

After one round, four will remain.

These four will still compete in pairs, with the winners directly entering the top eleven.

The two losers will then engage in another round of fighting; the victor will secure the last spot in the top ten Immortal Generals, while the loser will end up like the other contestants, receiving nothing.

Cao Zhen had planned to stay and watch the subsequent matches; after all, two members of the Hundred Peaks Sect, Li Ke and Liè Yàn, had qualified to continue competing.

Even Wu Jianzi, who had taken him as their Pathfinder, had also earned the right to fight.

They all had the potential to become one of the top ten Immortal Generals, but with Ling Xi injured like this, how could he find the time to watch the matches that followed?

Cao Zhen immediately carried Ling Xi and flew off toward Yi Mansion, followed closely by Yan Yourong and Yi Sheng.

Little Beiyan, on the other hand, carried his third senior brother on his back.

After everyone returned to Yi Mansion, Cao Zhen had been continuously infusing mana into Ling Xi to heal her wounds.

Despite this, it wasn’t until evening that Ling Xi finally came around.

She looked up at her Master beside her, his face covered in sweat, tirelessly transmitting his energy to her.

Feeling the exotic pill within her that was a special existence, her pale face and equally pale lips parted anxiously, “Master, you…

you don’t need to heal your disciple; I can do it myself…”

“What can you do yourself?” Cao Zhen interrupted quickly, “Look at the state you’re in.

What can you do by yourself?

Don’t speak; concentrate on your cultivation.”

But this time, Ling Xi didn’t heed her highly respected Master’s words and continued, “But…

Master, you still have to compete tomorrow.

You helping me…”

Little Bei interjected at once, “Senior Sister, you don’t need to worry.

In tomorrow’s match, Master’s opponent definitely won’t be Hao Yue.

He’ll either face senior brother or third senior sister.

If they face Master, they will naturally concede, and it won’t affect Master.”

“You little rascal, who said I’d concede if I faced Master?” Xiang Ziyu, who had woken up before Ling Xi and had already started healing, spoke up in dissent, “I’m the protagonist, have you ever seen a protagonist concede?

And besides…”

He turned a resentful gaze towards Cao Zhen, “Look at Master.

Even though I, his disciple, am injured, he just gave me a pill and left me be, but look at Senior Sister—he hasn’t let go of her since he picked her up.”

“That…” Upon hearing this, Ling Xi didn’t know what to say.

A blush crept onto her otherwise pale face as she spoke anxiously, “Master…

Third Junior Brother is also severely injured, please help him too.

I can heal myself.”

“What do you mean you can heal yourself?

Do you know any divine skill for healing?

Don’t listen to your third junior brother; he just overexerted from using a secret technique and collapsed, that’s all.

Besides, he has his own divine skills for healing; there’s no need to worry about him.” Cao Zhen glared at Xiang Ziyu annoyedly but had no intention of letting go of Ling Xi.

Hearing this, Little Bei nodded vigorously in agreement, “Master is right, third senior brother just exhausted himself, so he should just replenish his energy…

Third senior brother, if you’re weak, you should just consume more tonics.

Little junior sister, your family’s medical shop should have things like thousand-year ginseng, ten-thousand-year ginseng, deer antler, and the like, right?

Bring some for third senior brother.”