Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1581 - 1618: Lake of Purity

"This Lu Ferng is quite impressive."

Long Ren looked at everyone, expressing his satisfaction with a smile.

"Yes, yes, indeed, this disciple Lu Ferng is really impressive. Being able to step out onto sixteen platforms in the Lake of Purity at his age is remarkable!"

"Indeed, I’m afraid some cultivators behind may find it a bit difficult to surpass Lu Ferng... but Big Brother’s results will be impressive too!"

"Yes, Big Brother is as outstanding as the Lake Master, already a Grade Nine Alchemist at such a young age, which is truly remarkable!"

"Yes, yes..."

"..."

At that moment, the thirty-six sect masters couldn’t help but praise Ding Fan, fearing to displease Long Ren.

"Of course, Big Brother is not to be compared with these disciples. Being a Grade Nine Alchemist himself, I couldn’t have achieved such a level at Big Brother’s age even if it were me."

Long Ren, hearing the words of the people, expressed his satisfaction.

"Yes, a Grade Nine Alchemist is indeed formidable, his future is limitless!"

"Indeed, indeed... even if Big Brother doesn’t achieve great results in this competition, being such a young Grade Nine Alchemist is already enough to stand out proudly among peers!"

"Right, right, there is another competition after this second event; even if Big Brother doesn’t perform well in this one, it doesn’t mean he won’t secure a spot to enter the Secret Realm!"

"Yes, yes..."

"Big Brother is very capable..."

...

The thirty-six sect masters couldn’t help but laugh and say.

"Do you actually think Big Brother won’t perform well in this competition? How is that possible! Big Brother is not someone these disciples can compare to. The reason I let Big Brother participate in the selection competition is to motivate our thirty-six cave disciples, to let them know that even though they are excellent, there are always more skilled individuals beyond them, and they cannot slack off but must continuously strive!"

Long Ren, upon hearing everyone’s words, found it unbelievable, with a slight anger rising within him. Long Ren suddenly realized, the others still don’t trust Big Brother! So, he continued to say angrily:

"My Big Brother is not to be underestimated in this small selection competition; he can hold his own even next to those present! Do you understand?"

The faces of the thirty-six sect masters immediately turned extremely unpleasant, feeling deep remorse, regretting bringing up Big Brother. They all looked down, listening to Long Ren’s reprimand, feeling extremely embarrassed. Although they heard Long Ren’s words, rationally they knew that even with the Lake Master vouching for Big Brother’s abilities, surpassing Lu Ferng’s performance in this competition would be very difficult.

It’s known that Lu Ferng’s disciple had stepped out onto sixteen stone steps. Even if they reverted to that disciple’s age, they could only reach those steps at most. Obviously, the disciples who haven’t yet participated in this competition couldn’t surpass Lu Ferng.

Even if the Lake Master’s Big Brother was considered capable, his prowess deemed outstanding as a Grade Nine Alchemist suggests his cultivation would likely be at a disadvantage, making it even harder to outperform Lu Ferng.

At this point, all they could do was listen regretfully to Long Ren’s reprimands, daring not to utter any rebuttal...

Long Ren, seeing everyone’s embarrassed expressions, also felt a wave of helplessness. Since they were unwilling to believe his words or trust Big Brother, he would let Big Brother prove it with facts. Subsequently, Long Ren turned and walked away with intensity, watching the ongoing selection competition with undiminished anger.

The thirty-six sect masters heaved a sigh of relief...

Not long after, the fifty-sixth disciple began their trial. Ding Fan, being number seventy-eight, was placed later and had yet to start the competition. Drawn by lot, Ding Fan felt no urgency, maintaining a semi-cultivation state.

Previously, Ding Fan had noticed the performance of Lu Ferng’s disciple, silently admiring him. The competitor was indeed commendable, with superior cultivation for a young cultivator, and managing to step out onto sixteen stone steps was rare for someone of his age group.

However, Ding Fan felt little concern. Instead, he was quite curious about what lay in the lake’s central flowerbed that created such a strong repulsive force. This force was not merely repelling the True Qi of the cultivators, but more so their Divine Sense.

This piqued Ding Fan’s curiosity, but since it wasn’t his turn yet, he continued to cultivate, choosing to ignore the strange gazes directed his way.

"That disciple managed to reach the tenth stone step! Incredible, what was that person called? How come I’ve never heard of them before?"

A young cultivator standing by the Lake of Purity exclaimed in surprise when he noticed a competitor stepping out onto the tenth stone step.

"That person is called Leng Jian, said to be a disciple from a southern sect. Rumor has it that Leng Jian’s power has surged recently, marking him as a dark horse in this selection competition!"

"Really? That’s quite impressive! Up to now, he’s the second cultivator to have walked past ten stone steps!"

"But the other guy looks so fierce, he doesn’t seem like someone easy to approach..."

"I heard that the sect punished by the Lake Master before this selection tournament is their sect, seems like it’s called Qinghe Sect?"

"So that’s how it is..."

"..."

Some cultivators by the Lake of Purity watched Leng Jian in the lake, discussing among themselves. By this time, Lu Ferng had mostly rested, and seeing the scene before him, he couldn’t help but be a bit shocked. He hadn’t expected that after himself, there’d be a disciple capable of walking past more than ten stone steps.

But at this moment, Lu Ferng didn’t show any signs of worry in his eyes, because he noticed that the time the other spent on the tenth stone step was quite long, similar to his own situation back then, indicating that the other’s limit might have been reached, and this might just be it for him.

Exceeding him was impossible.

Just as Lu Ferng was thinking this, Leng Jian in the Lake of Purity suddenly charged towards the stone steps ahead. By now, his body started to tremble violently, and even the surrounding lake water rippled intensely due to his powerful True Qi. Leng Jian’s expression was twisted and pained.

Unexpectedly, Leng Jian summoned all his strength and walked three more stone steps before the power in the Lake of Purity flipped him out, sending him crashing heavily outside...

Seeing this scene, everyone present couldn’t help but be amazed; to their surprise, he achieved a score of thirteen stone steps, just three steps short of Lu Ferng’s score, which was truly incredible!

"Wow, this Leng Jian is really impressive! He managed to push through three more stone steps at the end!"

"Unbelievable! Leng Jian’s score in this round will probably be quite high, maybe even securing second place!"

"Very likely indeed! It seems his score in the first round of the Medicine Pill tournament wasn’t low either; maybe he’ll secure a spot to enter the Xuantian Secret Realm!"

"He’s quite fierce, looks like he’s pushed himself to the limit!"

"..."

Many cultivators looked at Leng Jian’s performance, surprised, and many were quite startled by his final act, especially those who had already finished participating. They naturally understood the formidable power within the Lake of Purity, and for him to push forward by three stone steps when his body had already reached its limit was amazing!

Lu Ferng also glanced at this disciple a few times; perhaps he could be a formidable competitor. Previously, Lu Ferng hadn’t thought highly of him, but Leng Jian’s last action had somewhat shocked him. It was clear that this person was willing to go all out to achieve his goals!

Supported by a few disciples, Leng Jian sat up, his eyes full of intense battle intent and a strong desire to enter the Xuantian Secret Realm, where he planned to slay Ding Fan during the Xuantian Rice proces. Leng Jian’s gaze couldn’t help but flicker to Ding Fan, who remained calm and composed.

At this moment, Ding Fan wasn’t aware of him, continuing to cultivate.

However, Leng Jian was constantly thinking about Ding Fan. While none of the disciples believed Ding Fan would achieve anything notable, Leng Jian actually hoped Ding Fan would do well, so they could meet in the Xuantian Secret Realm, where it would be his chance to eliminate him by any means!

The examining elder saw Leng Jian’s score and was somewhat satisfied, evidently moved by the spirit of last-minute effort he displayed. Leng Jian’s score was currently second place, just below Lu Ferng.

The tournament continued, but none of the subsequent disciples performed particularly outstandingly; the best score was only eight or nine stone steps, with none surpassing ten stone steps thus far.

"Cultivator number seventy-eight, prepare yourself!"

With the elder’s reminder, it was Ding Fan’s turn in the tournament. He slowly opened his eyes; though the cultivation time wasn’t too short, it left him feeling energetic, lively, and completely at ease. Ding Fan then directly approached the Lake of Purity, showing that it was his turn in the tournament.

Long Ren saw his brother at this moment and couldn’t help but be invigorated, clearly hoping his brother Ding Fan would demonstrate through actions to those thirty-six sect masters who underestimated him.

At this moment, the thirty-six sect masters watched as Ding Fan was about to start the tournament. Some couldn’t help but feel a bit smug, eager to see what score this brother, in whom the Lake Master has high hopes, would achieve...

Surrounding cultivators noticed Ding Fan and couldn’t help but show a bit of disdain, though they refrained from saying much due to the Lake Master’s presence. They were curious to see what score this so-called brother would achieve.

Perhaps managing to step onto a single stone would already be a victory for him!

Many pondered amusingly, watching Ding Fan, anticipating him to embarrass himself.

Though everyone knew Ding Fan was a Grade Nine Alchemist, it was precisely because of this that none of the disciples believed he’d perform well in this tournament. After all, such a young Grade Nine Alchemist was likely weak in cultivation; the Lake of Purity’s reach depended on the contestant’s cultivation.

This brother, although he performed startlingly well in the Medicine Pill tournament, may not necessarily continue to do so this time!