Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 473: Preparations Across the Board

News of the imperial court’s tournament spread swiftly across the continent. Since the finals were to be held at the Dao-Seeking Sect, coinciding with their 120,000-year anniversary, the event was officially named the Dao-Seeking Grand Tournament.

Countless sects were restless, eager to dispatch their most prized disciples into battle. The imminent arrival of the Great Era brought forth a surge of geniuses. Many factions had taken in disciples whose talents eclipsed previous generations, waiting for the perfect moment to stun the world.

Now was finally the opportunity they had been waiting for!

“The Five Great Immortal Sects’ leaders as judges, untransmitted spells, natural treasures, half-immortal-tier cultivation insights, access to secret domains, ancient texts... Even I would be tempted by such rewards! Were I still young, I’d surely vie for them myself!” The Sword Tower Leader sighed.

Why hadn’t such an amazing opportunity existed in my youth? To battle the continent’s finest talents, not to mention the lavish rewards... Forget prizes for the disciples, even if they were given to an entire sect, these rewards would still be a sumptuous gift.

“Ming Tai, you are our Sword Tower’s most gifted disciple in a thousand years and the sole inheritor of our Supreme Lord’s true lineage. This Dao-Seeking Grand Tournament will be your stage, and your name shall resound through the land!”

“I will not let the sect down!”

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“Although our Waterfall Sect is a second-class sect and didn’t qualify for the finals in the past, it’s different this time with you here, Kong Hao. Your talent rivals even the core disciples of first-class and S-class sects!

“I know you’ve always kept a low profile. Even when you became a true lineage and core disciple, you never tried to win over people and build your own factions like the others, instead devoting yourself solely to cultivation and staying away from worldly affairs.”

“Shifu, I...” Kong Hao hesitated. He had chosen the Waterfall Sect precisely to shun the spotlight to avoid trouble. Yet, even if I don’t cause trouble, trouble comes knocking on my door. I can’t even turn this down.

His shifu continued, “If it were any other competition, not participating would be fine. But this is organized by the imperial court. Your shifu doesn’t expect you to win the championship. Just entering the finals would secure a spot for our sect to attend the Dao-Seeking Sect’s celebration. That would bring immense benefits to our sect!

“Besides, with the leaders of the Five Great Immortal Sects as judges, their pointers alone would be of tremendous help to your cultivation!”

“Alright.” He forced himself to acquiesce.

~~~

“Half-immortal cultivation insights? Great Xia actually dares to offer such invaluable stuff? Despite slaving away for the Great Yu Dynasty and slumbering until now, they didn’t even reward me with Transcendent Tribulation insights. Since they didn’t give it to me, I’ll take it from Great Xia instead!

“With those cultivation insights and other prizes, along with my Single Spirit Root, I have much better chances of reaching the Transcendent Tribulation Stage! There shall also be a place for this true lord in the future!”

~~~

“Heh. The finals at the Dao-Seeking Sect? What a coincidence. I was contemplating how to infiltrate the Dao-Seeking Sect, and now, the opportunity has delivered itself.

“Dao-Seeking Sect, huh? When chaos erupts at your celebration, don’t blame me—blame your imperial court’s decisions instead!”

“It’s just that the Dao-Seeking Sect and the imperial court will surely invite experts to watch over the place. This will be tricky. I wonder what cultivation they’ll be at. Never mind, to be safe, I’ll bring everyone.”

~~~

Moon Laurel Immortal Palace.

Luo Hongxia informed her disciple, “Lan Ting, the sect requires a disciple at the Intermediate Golden Core Stage to attend the finals. I have chosen you. Are you willing?”

“Understood!” After receiving the orders, Lan Ting stole a glance at her shifu. Why is Shifu wearing a veil? I can’t see her expression. After a moment of hesitation, she mustered her courage to ask, “Shifu, will I get to see Lu Yang at the Dao-Seeking Sect this time?”

Luo Hongxia’s eye twitched as she gritted her teeth. “Yes, of course, you’ll get to see him. You’ll see him no matter what!”

~~~

Five-Elements Sect.

“Bai Ming, our Five-Elements Sect needs someone at the Intermediate Golden Core Stage to represent us in the competition. You must bring glory to our sect at the tournament.”

“I promise to fulfil this duty. But I have a question.”

“Speak.”

“What’s with the injury on your face?”

“Some questions are better left unasked.”

~~~

Prison Suppression Sect.

Yang Ding addressed his disciple. “Tianzhi, I have but one request. If you encounter anyone from the Five-Elements Sect, beat them mercilessly. You don’t have to give them face!”

“Yes.”

As Yan Tianzhi turned to leave, Yang Ding stopped him. “Wait, aren’t you curious about my injuries?”

“Anyway. I didn’t. Hit you.”

~~~

Slaughterhouse.

“...”

“Shifu, say something! Even if we Buddhist sects emphasize comprehension through intuition and not words, you can’t just give me a look and expect me to understand it by myself!

“Shifu, why did you have to cultivate the Mouth-Shut Chan Meditation for no reason? Now you can’t speak, communicate through your spiritual consciousness, or even write.”

Master Jiesha still didn’t speak.

Shi Chan was at a loss for words. He set down his butcher’s knife and ruminated on the meaning behind his shifu’s gaze.

Everything about the Hanging Monastery is great—senior and junior brothers get along harmoniously, resources are abundant, and we have Transcendent Tribulation experts to guide us.

The only problem is that people talk in riddles.

I used to grumble that Shifu’s words are as good as saying nothing. Well, great—now he doesn’t even speak.

“Forget it, I should get back to slaughtering pigs.”

~~~

Arriving at Heaven’s Gate Peak, Meng Jingzhou entered Lu Yang’s cave abode to find him reclining in his chair with his hands over his belly in indolence.

Big Senior Sister isn’t around.

“Why did you call me here?” Meng Jingzhou scowled, finding Lu Yang unpleasant to the eye. Why are you brat the acting sect leader again?

As promised, Qiu Jin’an had taught Meng Jingzhou an untransmitted spell of the Five-Elements Sect. Meng Jingzhou had just returned from the Five-Elements Sect when he received the acting sect leader’s summons.

“Little Meng! Come, sit, make yourself at home,” Lu Yang said with a wide grin.

Meng Jingzhou scanned the cave abode. There was only one chair—currently occupied by Lu Yang.

Am I supposed to ride on your head, you brat?

Lu Yang automatically ignored Meng Jingzhou’s glare and said leisurely, “You probably have heard of the imperial court organizing a tournament alongside our sect’s celebration. The tournament is carefully divided into categories for every minor cultivation stage. The sect places great importance on this event. After multiple discussions with the elders, we’ve confirmed the participating disciples for each category, but the spot for the Intermediate Golden Core Stage remains undecided, and it’s been quite a dilemma.

“Only the finest disciples can represent our sect. After much consideration, I stood my ground against all objections to choose you.”

Meng Jingzhou’s eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curving into a smile as a comfortable warmth filled him. That sounds more like it. “So you’re admitting I’m stronger than you?”

Lu Yang’s smile was even wider. “I’m a judge.”

All my silent hardships and working like a draft animal under the Everlasting Immortal Fairy without complaint have been for this very moment.

“F*ck!”