I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates-Chapter 1092 - 1089 Rise One Rank What Are You Fighting

Chapter 1092: Chapter 1089: Rise One Rank, What Are You Fighting So Hard For?

Chapter 1092 -1089: Rise One Rank, What Are You Fighting So Hard For?

Time flew by, and before one knew it, three years had passed.

In that period, the numerous Spirit Plants in the Spirit Field thrived.

After obtaining the Frosted Soul Light Sword Grass Spirit Seed, Lu Xuan had immediately gone to the Scripture Treasury Pavilion of the Sword Sect and learned the first half of a high-rank ice attribute sword technique.

With the aid of the Clear Sword Heart and the Thundering Sword Gall, coupled with the improvement of his aptitude and Divine Soul, he had achieved proficiency in no time.

He only needed to cultivate the Frosted Soul Light Sword Grass, without the necessity to practice the more complex and abstruse latter half.

After more than two years of cultivation, the Frosted Soul Light Sword Grass had already grown into inch-tall saplings.

The small plant stood proudly, with thick frost condensing in the surrounding Spirit Soil, and countless delicate streams of Sword Qi rapidly swirling within the frost.

After inspecting all the Spirit Plants in the Spirit Field, Lu Xuan rose and flew towards the Sword Palace.

Inside the bustling Sword Palace, cultivators from the nine Sword Peaks were divided into nine distinct areas, with clear boundaries, each one with a solemn expression.

The grand tournament of the Sword Peaks was about to commence.

“This is my second time participating in the Sword Peak competition,” Lu Xuan silently reflected. “I should still be able to achieve excellent results in the areas of Spirit Plants, Spirit Brew, and Talisman Making.”

This time, he still had no intention to compete with the other Sword Sect disciples in combat strength; not for any other reason, but simply because he looked down on almost all the rewards offered by the Sword Sect.

The few items that did catch his eye required one to rank in the top three to earn them, which would only expose Lu Xuan’s true strength, a loss outweighing the gain.

As for the competition in the mastery of various skills, he signed up for the same categories as last time.

Although his level in Alchemy and the law of arrays had improved a lot over the years, Lu Xuan was not willing to reveal it in front of others.

After all, if he only obtained a mediocre result, it would not make much difference whether he participated or not. However, if he aimed to achieve a rank of B or even A, he would have to demonstrate his real skills.

His proficiency in Spirit Plants, Spirit Brew, and Talisman Making was already quite outstanding. If he showed yet another skill of a comparable level, that would be too monstrously talented.

Lost in thought, a giant sword, a thousand feet long, appeared above everyone’s heads.

Numerous Primordial Infant True Monarchs floated in the sky, exuding an oppressive aura.

Under the proclamation of a great Deity of the Spirit Transformation of the Sword Sect, the grand tournament of the Sword Peaks officially began.

After watching two days of enthralling fights, Lu Xuan finally headed to the competition venue for his Spirit Plants, Spirit Brew, and other events.

Compared with the last time, the attention Lu Xuan garnered had increased exponentially.

Especially during the Spirit Plant competition, as soon as he entered the great hall, even the Primordial Infant True Monarchs who were judging came over proactively, warmly greeting him.

As for the other Eight Sword Peaks brethren who came over to greet him, their number was beyond count.

Centered around Lu Xuan, several circles formed, and it was only when the Sword Palace elders warned everyone that they reluctantly left Lu Xuan’s side just before the competition began.

Their enthusiasm was such that Lu Xuan maliciously speculated whether they had crowded around him to affect his state of mind.

During the Spirit Plant and Talisman Making competitions, although there were fewer Sword Sect disciples who gathered around, Lu Xuan remained the focus of everyone, each of his moves drawing the attention of his fellow disciples.

Soon, the scores were quickly announced one round after another.

Lu Xuan did not disappoint the fellow disciples who were focused on him; he dominated the Spirit Brew event, earning the highest grade of “A+”, with the second place receiving “A-“, and the third dropping to a “B” grade, making other achievements seem insignificant by comparison.

In the field of Spirit Plants, he was no less distinguished, effortlessly scoring another “A+”, overpowering many Primordial Infant True Monarchs from the Eight Sword Peaks. In the vast Sword Sect, only two others besides him received an “A+” score.

As for Talisman Making, since he was only adept in those few high-rank Sword Talismans and had a severe case of specialization, he ultimately achieved a grade of “A”. Although he couldn’t surpass the Talisman Making geniuses of the Heavenly Talisman Sword Peak, it was still quite impressive.

It’s worth noting that over these thirty years, he held numerous Talisman Making exchange meetings at Huanzhen Sword Peak, enhancing the overall Talisman Making level of the Sword Peak by one grade, resulting in a very satisfying overall performance for them.

After the rounds of competitions for mastery of various skills concluded, Lu Xuan arrived at the base of the nine massive platforms, each spanning several hundred feet, to watch the concluding bouts of combat.

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As the competition neared its end, the strength of the remaining Sword Sect disciples increased, and the level of excitement of the fights shot up, giving Lu Xuan a feast for the eyes.

“What a pity, I’m just not skilled at fighting law,” he mused.

“If faced with a challenge, I would have to rely on those Divine Ability Treasure Items for direct suppression.”

He stood below, such thoughts emerging in his heart.

Deep within the Sword Palace, there was another Cave Heaven.

Jian Huanzhen had been waiting inside for some time, cradling a cup of True Sword Elixir in his hand, savoring it finely. His demeanor was calm and unhurried, exuding confidence as if victory was already in his grasp.

“Daoist Friend Huanzhen has been arriving earlier and earlier. Why the rush to wait for the sword youth to announce the rankings?”

An elder in coarse hemp clothes, fanning himself with a straw fan, appeared within the Cave Heaven.

He seemed extremely ordinary, but he exuded an aura of ‘Return to the Origin’, the strongest in cultivation level among the Nine Sword Masters, and only a thread away from breaking through to Divinity Transformation.

“Chongxu, you old fool, I came early because I had nothing better to do. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

Jian Huanzhen said with a smile, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards the entrance.

“Huanzhen, there’s no point in hiding your little schemes; we all know them too well.”

A point of clear light emerged, and soon after, a deep cyan figure appeared. With a slight flutter, it materialized into Qingwei Sword Master.

“Ha ha, Qingwei, what does it matter if you know? The ranking of Huanzhen Sword Peak has long ceased to be as stable as before.”

“I am filled with anticipation, so naturally, I’ve come earlier.”

Jian Huanzhen admitted directly.

“Last time at the great competition, Huanzhen Sword Peak rose two places purely by accident. Today, it will naturally fall back to its usual position.”

A middle-aged cultivator in a purple Daoist robe and an imposing demeanor appeared before the three men.

“I am curious to see what changes you can bring to Purple Cloud Sword Peak after campaigning in Cave Heavens for so long.”

Jian Huanzhen sneered with a laugh, as Huanzhen Sword Peak and Purple Cloud Sword Peak were on the same level and natural rivals; their words naturally held a hint of gunpowder.

After all Nine Sword Masters had gathered, a child with small swords in his hair bun appeared out of nowhere.

The child had a delicate and adorable face, but his expression was extremely serious.

“Now, I will announce the ranking of each Sword Peak in this Sword Peak competition.”

The child’s childlike voice sounded in everyone’s ears.

“First place, Chongxu Sword Peak.”

Chongxu Sword Master fanned himself, his expression unchanged.

The remaining eight were the same; Chongxu Sword Peak had long monopolized the first place countless times, only if they failed to obtain first place would it draw everyone’s attention.

“Second place, Hundred Artisans Sword Peak.”

“Third place…”

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“Sixth place, Huanzhen Sword Peak.”

Hearing that Huanzhen Sword Peak had risen another place, everyone was quite surprised and turned their heads unanimously toward Jian Huanzhen, whose smile showed no sign of stopping.

“Seventh place, Heavenly Talisman Sword Peak.”

“Eighth place, Purple Cloud Sword Peak.”

Hearing the name of the Sword Peak, Purple Cloud Sword Master’s expression remained the same, showing neither joy nor anger.

“Congratulations, you have risen one place.”

Heavenly Talisman Sword Master said with a smile.

“In my opinion, Purple Cloud, you personally ventured into unknown Cave Heavens for a decade or two, only to rise one place—what were you fighting so hard for?”

Jian Huanzhen laughed lightly.