Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Chapter 150: Chapter 151: The Tournament Begins

”Where is Ye Qingchen?”

The elder came ashore, hands clasped behind him, surveying the crowd.

His gaze was like lightning, dazzling in the dark, and the copper medal assassins who stole glances at him felt as if their eyes were pierced by steel needles, immensely painful, and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look again.

The gold medal assassins exchanged glances, immediately understanding that the other’s aura was incredibly powerful, almost condensed to the extreme.

One of them stepped forward and respectfully said:

”Reporting to Grand Hall Master, during this period, Ye Qingchen seems to have disappeared without a trace!”

”Hmm?”

The elder’s expression turned cold.

In an instant.

A sudden storm arose, and everyone felt as if he were a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. Many silver and copper medal assassins, even at this moment, couldn’t stand their ground and collectively knelt on the ground.

Only the gold medal assassins could barely hold on.

”However, we have been watching Ye Qingchen’s residence and found that his companions are still in Qianlong City. According to them, Ye Qingchen should appear on the day of the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference!”

”Is that so?”

The elder nodded upon hearing this.

”Grand Hall Master, should we capture those people now to force Ye Qingchen to show up?” the gold medal assassin cautiously asked.

”No need!” The elder surprisingly shook his head, his gaze stern: ”This time I’m personally making a move, firstly to eliminate Ye Qingchen and secondly to restore the prestige of Blood Rain Tower.”

”Since Ye Qingchen is participating in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference, let him participate! At that time, I will personally make a move and kill him in front of everyone, letting everyone know that offending Blood Rain Tower must come with a bloody price!”

After saying that.

He waved his long sleeve.

In an instant, a killing intent swept across a ten-zhang radius, chilling everyone’s hearts.

...

In the Wind Demon Cave.

Ye Qingchen was sitting cross-legged on the altar, forming seals with his hands, deep in cultivation.

Beside him was the vast sea of wind.

Since ascending this altar, Ye Qingchen had been comprehending various wind Sword Intents. However, due to the overwhelming number of wind Sword Intents here, it was extremely difficult even for him to comprehend them all at once.

But.

Since Ye Qingchen had previously mastered five major wind Sword Intents, using them as a foundation, he comprehended three types of wind Sword Intents on the first day. With the increase in the number of wind Sword Intents mastered, his comprehension speed gradually accelerated.

Three types on the first day!

Five types on the second day!

Eleven types on the third day!

Twenty-three types on the fourth day...

At this moment.

It was the thirty-sixth day of his cultivation here!

After sitting for a long while, suddenly, Ye Qingchen on the altar shuddered and opened his eyes abruptly.

At the moment he opened his eyes.

A mysterious light flashed in them.

If someone saw this light, they’d be surprised to find it brimming with endless wind Sword Intent.

Boom!

At the instant he opened his eyes.

The wind force that had been enveloping the altar for thirty-six days vanished in an instant, turning into nothingness, as if the entire world stopped at that moment!

”Finally, I have completely mastered these three thousand seven hundred wind Sword Intents!”

In just thirty-six days.

He comprehended over three thousand wind Sword Intents; if this were spread, everyone would be astounded!

Ye Qingchen’s eyes slightly lowered.

Glancing at the huge black stone stele, with a gentle wave of his hand, a gust of wind swept out, erasing the small seal script written by Ye Nantian on the back of the stele, as if it never appeared.

”Since that’s the case, I must be going!”

Though he hadn’t found his father in Dragon-Clutching Mountain, his main objective was achieved, and it was time for him to leave.

Ye Qingchen stood up slowly.

He stepped off the altar without a pause.

...

The next day.

The first light of dawn appeared in the sky.

In the center of Qianlong City, ’Dragon Martial Plaza’ was already crowded with people. The scale of this Sword Fighting Conference was even grander than the qualifying events held by various countries.

In the center of the plaza.

Looming was a massive arena over a hundred meters in diameter, built of granite. Below the arena were thirteen sections, each representing a country.

The Sword Fighting Conference!

This is the highest honor for the young generation in the Thirteen Countries of Qingzhou, enough to bring fame throughout Qingzhou!

Every contestant was eager to make a meteoric rise on this arena.

”They’re here, they’re here!”

At a certain moment.

The crowd suddenly became restless.

Seeing a group of people file in.

”It’s Wind Dance and Zhu Yun from Youquan Sect!”

”Wind Dance and Zhu Yun are ranked fifth and seventh on the Bronze Platform of Daqian Country, respectively!”

For a time.

The entrance of Youquan Sect caused a sensation.

The exceptionally beautiful Wind Dance and the handsome Zhu Yun instantly became the focus of the scene.

The two strode directly under the arena, heading straight to the Daqian Country area. Feng Wan followed behind, continuously searching the crowd for a certain figure.

”Shen Ming of the True Martial Sect!”

”He’s ranked first on the Bronze Platform of our Daqian Country!”

Before the commotion settled down.

Another cheer erupted.

Everyone was excited, as many predicted Shen Ming had a seventy percent chance of winning the title in the Sword Fighting Conference.

Every entrance of a strong contestant brought cheers.

Among them.

Figures like Shen Ming, Master Tianxiong, and Gu Xunhong, who were favorites for the championship, caused a wave of earth-shattering shouts.

Many cultivators, one by one, entered the scene.

The only exception, perhaps, was Celestial Peak Country.

When Lu Changsheng, Gu Shentong, and others from Celestial Peak Country entered Celestial Martial Plaza, they were greeted by a wave of sighs from all directions.

”Are these the cultivators of Celestial Peak Country?”

”Too weak, aren’t they?”

”It seems their cultivation level is generally only at the Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven... Compared to other regions, they seem somewhat weak!”

”Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven considered weak? Haha, you probably don’t know there’s a Spiritual Sea Seventh Heaven, Ye Qingchen, in Celestial Peak Country! I really wonder how this loser got the Sword Fighting Token...”

”Where is he? Let me see...”

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Hearing the surrounding mockery.

Lu Changsheng, Gu Shentong, and others couldn’t help but show a hint of anger on their faces. The good reputation of Celestial Peak Country had been ruined by such a blemish. Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng’s gaze fiercely set on the approaching Ye Qingchen.

”The kid really dares to show up! I hope you don’t get eliminated early... I have to personally knock you off the arena to swallow this anger in my heart!”

In Youquan Sect.

Zhu Yun also looked toward Ye Qingchen.

However.

Ye Qingchen, facing many taunts and surrounded by fierce gazes, appeared utterly unconcerned, maintaining a pose of looking at his nose and heart, directly sat in the Celestial Peak Country area.

He had heard too many of such mockeries.

He planned to use his strength to shut ’em up when the time came!

As the contestants of the Sword Fighting Conference and the crowd eagerly anticipated the start of the event, a figure suddenly flew onto the arena.

This figure was the Sect Leader of the True Martial Sect!

The appearance of the True Martial Sect’s Sect Leader excited everyone in Celestial Martial Plaza.

Because.

They knew that the once-in-five-years Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference was finally about to begin!