Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 587 - 292: Campaign Against the Seed Puppet Sect (Part 3)
"It seems that during this action to annihilate the Puppet Sect, I must timely showcase some genuine strength."
Xu Ping mused silently in his heart.
Only by ensuring that the strength gap between both sides isn’t too vast, will Gu Yuntao have concerns and consider whether losing trust in him for a bit of benefit is worthwhile.
In this way, after successfully destroying the Puppet Sect, he can then request the creation of Quasi-Fourth Rank Puppets or even Fourth Rank Puppets, increasing the likelihood of achieving it.
Of course, Xu Ping understands well that he absolutely must not recklessly expose all his strength.
No matter the situation, he must always keep enough trump cards for himself to handle any extreme circumstances that may arise.
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Time passed, and three months later.
Condor Moon Mountain, this towering peak, is the seat of the Puppet Sect.
Today, it bustles with activity, welcoming the Puppet Sect’s event that occurs every five years— the sect competition day.
The entire Condor Moon Mountain seemed to transform into a bustling ocean, crowded with people, lively and bustling.
Except for some cultivators executing sect tasks, all the inner disciples gather at the ’Daoist Arena’.
Looking around, amidst the dense crowd, there are as many as seven to eight hundred inner sect disciples.
Foundation Establishment Stage deacons from each hall are also present, standing in neat rows at the front of the crowd, with a rough estimate being over a hundred.
Even several Golden Core elders are present onsite, overseeing the competition.
"I’ve prepared for today a long time; this time in the competition, I will truly shine!"
"The Foundation Establishment Pill, I must obtain it!"
"This is my first time participating in the sect competition, mainly to gain experience, it’s the next one where I’ll truly shine."
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The disciples of the Puppet Sect were in heated discussions, with uncontainable excitement and fervor flashing in their eyes.
"Silence!"
At this moment, a Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator stepped forward, his voice shook the entire audience, and everyone fell silent.
After scanning the crowd with his gaze, he slowly said:
"Disciples of the Puppet Sect, today is the day our sect holds its five-yearly competition."
"The rules remain as they have been in past years; the top fifty will receive a mid-grade magical artifact."
"The top ten will receive a Foundation Establishment Pill, and the top three can not only receive a Foundation Establishment Pill but also be directly promoted to true disciples."
"Now, I declare, the Puppet Sect’s five-year sect competition officially begins!"
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Just as the Puppet Sect’s sect competition began with grandeur amidst a heated atmosphere, outside Condor Moon Mountain a thrilling change was quietly unfolding.
A mass of shadowy figures in black suddenly appeared from nowhere, swiftly closing in from all directions, numbering no less than three to four hundred.
"There’s..."
A hidden guard of the Puppet Sect lurking in the grass widened his eyes in terror, noticing the anomaly.
Without wasting a moment, he leaped out of the grass and rushed desperately towards the mountain gate.
Simultaneously, he hurriedly took out a white talisman, attempting to activate the talisman to send an alarm.
However, before he could finish speaking, a black arrow shot silently from behind like lightning.
No matter how he struggled to dodge, the arrow still accurately pierced his throat with a "puff" sound.
The hidden guard’s voice stopped abruptly as he fell to the ground, soon lifeless, the talisman in his hand falling to the ground.
This group advanced at extreme speed; all the Puppet Sect’s hidden guards were efficiently slain, unable even to send a warning.
Just as they were about to approach the inner mountain, a hidden guard with Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation finally noticed them.
Despite the hidden guard’s best efforts to resist, ultimately outnumbered, he was mercilessly slain by the figures in black.
But in the final moments of his life, he managed to crush the Sound Transmission Talisman.
A white light soared into the sky, exploding in mid-air, forming a brilliant light rain.
Almost simultaneously, several white lights shot up from the west and south of the Puppet Sect, transforming into fireworks-like light rain.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Suddenly, the deafening sound of a giant bell rang out, echoing throughout the entire Puppet Sect mountain gate, reverberating endlessly in the sky.
Upon hearing this sudden bell toll, everyone froze, their minds blank for a moment, unable to comprehend the situation.
Once they came to their senses, each person’s expression changed drastically!
"Something’s wrong!"
"The Dawn Bell has rung nine times!"
"It only rings like this when enemies are attacking the mountain in force; is someone attacking the sect gate?"
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The inner sect disciples became frantic, their eyes betraying fear and disbelief.
The Puppet Sect, being a top force in the Wind Country, was unexpectedly attacked; this truly exceeded their comprehension.
Who exactly is behind this?
Buzz! Buzz!
Amidst the chaos, two Golden Core Perfection auras suddenly surged from the depths of the Puppet Sect.
Accompanied by two shimmering Escape Lights, one elder and one young figure, dazzlingly suspended in the void.
"The Grand Elder and Sect Leader!"
The crowd couldn’t help but exclaim, their eyes fixed firmly on the two silhouettes in the void.
At this moment, the panic on their faces gradually dissipated, and their hearts began to settle down.
It is known that the Grand Elder and Sect Leader are both Golden Core Perfection stage cultivators, real top-tier Golden Core experts.
With their combined strength, they can withstand even a Nascent Soul cultivator for a brief period; with them stepping in, everyone felt significantly more reassured.
The Grand Elder and Sect Leader shot beams of chilling light several feet long from their eyes, scanning all directions.
"Enemies are attacking from both the west and south, their numbers are substantial, clad in black robes, their origins obscure." The elder with youthful features and deep eyes spoke gravely.
This elder is none other than the Sect Leader of the Puppet Sect, Cong Jie.
"Today’s sect competition has most disciples gathered here, leaving other defenses weak; the opposing side is evidently prepared."
"Should we summon the Ancestor?"
The Grand Elder of the Puppet Sect, Zhuang Hao, said with furrowed brows.
This man was exceedingly young, with a faintly sinister aura on his face.
