I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 25: Who?

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Months have passed since the Shi ceremony, and the Great Whirlwind sect is as prosperous as ever.

Festivity is booming throughout the outer sect, with disciples marching through the streets.

Through the marketplace, training grounds, past the Strength Peak, and all the way to the competition grounds.

Yes, they are marching towards the competition grounds, for there is seven days before the start of it.

At the Sword Peak, Xun Shi stands in front of Zeng Su, his chin up high.

Zeng Su is baffled at the moment, in just a couple of months, Xun Shi went from a meagre second layer, all the way to the ninth layer of qi gathering, the final stage!

"I feel... great. My meridians are overflowing, I can break through to the foundation establishment right now!"

Xun Shi grins, his qi booming. "Calm down, disciple." Zeng Su laughs a bit, proud of his disciple. "Good luck in the competition."

Xun Shi smirks, turning away. "I don't need it."

He exits Zeng Su's abode.

"How amazing... In just a couple of months." Zeng Su sighs proudly, his chest puffing out.

In another abode in the same peak, Xuan Wu groans.

"R-really... there is no way!"

He stares at his stats, despair filling him.

[Name: Xuan Wu]

[...]

[Cultivation: Half-step third layer of qi gathering.]

"These past few months... I've done nothing but cultivate, even with the momentum of the immortal's support..."

Tears start pooling at his eyes.

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"Even with the momentum of the immortal's support, I've only reached the half-step third layer! Not even the third layer! How is this even possible !?"

He grinds his teeth, not accepting this.

"I didn't think my talent was this bad..." He looks up to the sky, sighing. "I've only got one battle technique, barely any cultivation... should I even participate."

He hesitates. "But I could get rewards even if I get last place..." Standing up, he decides.

"Alright, there is no way I get beaten first round, right?" Exiting the abode, he heads towards the bottom of the peak.

At the spear peak, Li Huan descends the spear as well.

"I've reached The fifth layer of qi gathering... I wonder what you're up to..." Li Huan sighs, the bandages are gone from his face and body.

Though the burn scars still linger, not even attaining cultivation healed them.

Outside of the spear peak, even Fatty Wang, at the third layer of qi gathering gets ready to fight.

Han Kuang has an abysmal frown on his face, as black as the bottom of a scorched pan.

"You... lazy fatass! How come you're only at the third layer of qi gathering!"

Fatty Wang gulps, winding his arms back. "Master, don't worry, I've learnt a bunch of battle techniques—"

"You idiot! Even if you mastered every battle technique in the world, someone who's at a higher cultivation will still one-shot you!"

Veins pop out of his forehead, threatening to burst. "Go...! if you even dare to get a low ranking, I swear on my master, grandfather, and your entire bloodline's life that I will roast you like a pig!"

Fatty Wang gulps, running towards the competition area.

The atmosphere is lively, outer disciples and even some inner disciples laughing and chattering.

"Betting stands! Come to the betting stands!" A skinny disciple shouts, pointing to several stands.

"Hehe, I'll bet on Xun Shi, he'll definitely win." A thick eyebrowed disciple chuckles, already counting his gold.

"You idiot!" A short disciple smacks his head. "His odds are 1.15!"

"R-really! They're that sure he will win?" The eyebrow disciple gasps, not even minding that the short disciple just smacked him.

"He is a superior-grade talent. Of course he'd win! He's probably at the breakthrough point to foundation establishment currently!"

"O-oh, I understand you senior brother, hehe."

Many more interactions like this are taking place.

"Hehe, that Xiao Pang kid seems to be pretty talented..."

"No, no, how about Fatty Wang..."

Betting is one of the three big reasons why spectators come to the outer competition, along with comprehending and looking for potential enemies/allies.

Three different ally sects arrive to spectate, along with their sect leader and a representative elder.

In the conference room.

Three people are seated around a circular marble table.

Sect leader Gao Yong speaks up, a serene smile on his face. "Welcome, brother Liu, brother Shi." He bows and offers salute.

They both bow back, though a smirk lies on their faces.

Sect leader Gao Yong's eyes narrow. "And where is brother Zhi?"

Liu Guo snickers, a nauseating sound coming out of his mouth. "Hehe, brother Gao, you see, he was a bit late..."

"Late...?" Sect leader Gao Yong's eyes relax, and then he chuckles. "Oh I see, good, great."

"Hehe, how humble and understanding you are brother Gao!" Shi Fen, who is currently seated comments.

The representative elders also discuss. "That Xun Shi brat... should we..."

A fat elder stops another elder from speaking. "Calm down, we'll try poaching him... here's how..."

They guffaw and whisper, discussing the Great Whirlwind sect.

On the surface, the Great Whirlwind sect seems weak, with sect leader Gao Yong being the only powerhouse. This causes other sects around to underestimate them.

Suddenly, a bald monk starts laughing very very loudly. "Good, good, good!"

He is naked, and extremely fat. Two maidens currently wash his body.

"Alright, that is enough! I can sense it, that we've arrived! Ahahaha!"

He stands up, water flowing down his flabs and crevices.

His cheeks press up against his eyes, squishing his face together.

"Abbot Zhi! Would you like to greet sect leader Gao Yong?"

A short monk with buck teeth laughs nervously as he enters the bathroom.

"Ehehe, why should I meet him? Let him come to me." His bulging flabs and cheeks slap against each other as he waddles outside, the two delicate maidens dressing him up in golden robes.

He hops off of the carriage, the ground rumbling beneath him.

He stands tall, even though he is wide.

"After more than 30 years... I have returned, Great Whirlwind sect! Haha, come bow to this grandfather... kidding!"

His stomps shake the ground as his presence fills the competition ground space.

Outer and inner disciples alike shiver as he moves forwards.

A young boy's eyes narrow at him.

"Abbot Zhi."

The fat monk pauses, turning around to look at the boy.

"Oh huhuhu! Young Xiao Bo, I've heard of you."

He kneels down to the boys height, patting his head. "They say you are wise, almost like an old man, why do you look so angry?"

Without letting the boy respond, he stands up and walks away, continuing to stomp through.

Qian Zhelan, who stands next to Xiao Bao grinds his teeth, fists clenched. "How dare that fattie! Master, let me put some sense into him!"

"Calm down. He is powerful, perhaps even more than sect leader."

Qian Zhelan trembles, his eyes widening.

At another section of the competition grounds, Xuan Wu arrives, looking around with a frown.

"How luxurious... cultivators are really rich."

He nearly smiles, but then—

"Hey, you!"

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