Chapter 7 Final Election of Jinghu Taoist Academy

Meng Chuan couldn't help but try again, and in an instant, his body, mind, and skills merged into one. He followed the sword light as he walked through the air, leaving behind one shadow after another and stunning sword lights in the training ground.

Hurry up! Fluttering!

This is the characteristic of the secret technique 'Three Autumn Leaves'.

Quick and fleeting body movements! The knife technique is also fast and fleeting!

After using it more than ten times in a row, Meng Chuan finally stopped and couldn't suppress his excitement: "Three autumn leaves, one leaf falls all three autumn! I finally realized it! I finally realized it!"!

"I have finally reached the first realm of swordsmanship - the 'Unity Realm'!"

"I, Mengchuan, have the potential to become a god and demon!"

Meng Chuan is really excited.

At the age of eleven, he practiced the Leaf Falling Blade.

It's been four years.

He has never slacked off in the past four years and has been practicing hard because he is well aware that there are many outstanding performers in the basic stage of swordsmanship, and some in any monastery. The eight major monasteries add up to even more. Such excellent cultivators... Ninety nine percent of them will be stuck at the threshold of the "unity realm" for a long time, gradually becoming mediocre. It would be good if they could achieve a state of no leakage in this life.

But this has never been Meng Chuan's goal, he wants to become a god and demon! He works so hard and delves so deeply, with only one goal - the gods and demons!

He couldn't forget that when he was six years old, he was tied to his father's back. His father resisted the demon race while fleeing, and in a critical moment, his mother took the initiative to kill and delay the monster.

It's all for his son to escape!

On his father's back, from afar, he saw his mother being drowned by more monsters. At that time, Meng Chuan cried bitterly, while his father shed tears but did not turn back and ran away desperately. Finally... Meng Chuan survived.

"The earlier one cultivates, the better. The mortal body reaches its peak at the age of twenty and then slowly declines."

Meng Chuan secretly said, "Now the first genius in Dongning Prefecture, 'Mei Yuanzhi,' has mastered a secret technique at the age of fifteen. Just a month ago, at the age of twenty, he has mastered the 'Ice Power'. He can even reside and practice in the Yuyang Palace."

Mei Yuanzhi originally came from an ordinary family in Dongning Prefecture. His mother was a maid, and his father was just an unborn child.

At the age of fifteen, Mei Yuanzhi realized a secret technique that shocked the Taoist academy. The academy immediately vigorously cultivated it, and the divine and demon families also wanted to give him the legitimate daughter of the family. However, Mei Yuanzhi devoted himself to cultivation and was not tempted by the divine and demon families... Finally, on January 12th this year, Mei Yuanzhi realized the "Ice Power". At the age of twenty, the adventurous person realized his potential and naturally had the opportunity to take a chance this year, hoping to enter the oldest place of cultivation, Yuanchu Mountain.

According to the rules of Yuanchu Mountain, one must not exceed the age of twenty to participate in the introductory test.

"I have reached the state of unity, which is the first step forward. There are also many thresholds for 'sword technique' and 'condensed pill', and we cannot relax." Meng Chuan said silently, looking around. The martial arts training ground was very quiet, and only he was there. The trees, flowers, and plants were already green.

"What a coincidence." Meng Chuan reflected, "Today, February 27th, I unexpectedly broke through the day before the final election in the Daoist Academy."

Sometimes things in the world just happen so coincidentally.

The next day, in the morning.

Meng Chuan and Liu Qiyue are having breakfast.

Now the entire Meng family is devoted to cultivating their younger brother, and they have invited the outside world of Wulu Jing to accompany Meng Chuan in training. Meng Dajiang, a powerful swordsman with no leakage, naturally needs to be useful. He has been staying at his ancestral home recently, teaching a large number of young people in his clan. As for Meng Chuan... he has had too many opportunities to receive guidance from his father, and he has long been familiar with his father's style.

But July's father, Liu Yebai, is very mysterious, spending most of the year outside.

"Achuan, today is the final election quota for our Taoist Academy, and you are also today, right?" Liu Qiyue said proudly, "I have already obtained the quota."

"I will also get it today," Meng Chuan smiled.

"So confident?" Liu Qiyue smiled and said, "Even if the Wash Marrow Realm is not yet complete, are you confident in winning the top three in the Taoist Academy?"

"What if I win?" Meng Chuan asked.

Liu Qiyue looked carefully at Meng Chuan and then chuckled, "If you win, I'll make you a month's dinner. But if you can't win the spot, hehehe, you have to give me your horse chart! How dare you bet?"

Meng Chuan smiled.

His painting skills have long surpassed the best painters found in Dongning Prefecture, but of course, there are also reasons why there are relatively few painters.

The painting of Steeds is the highest achievement of Meng Chuan today. It is a long scroll painting that depicts a hundred horses with different postures. It took more than a year, and since seeing it once, Liu Qiyue has been envious. Even Yun Qingping has seen it once and said she is willing to offer 3000 taels and her two precious gems in exchange. Meng Chuan couldn't bear to change.

"If I lose, I will have to pay for the horse painting. If I win, you only make dinner for a month. Isn't that unfair?" Meng Chuan hesitated.

"A month! How dare you dare?" Liu Qiyue stared at Meng Chuan.

"It's usually difficult for you to cook a meal once, okay, just gamble this time," Meng Chuan gritted his teeth. "If you lose then, don't regret it."

"Don't regret losing!" Liu Qiyue put down her dishes and stood up to leave. "I went to the monastery. This afternoon, don't be too scared to come back."

"Don't worry." Meng Chuan is slowly drinking Congee. My sister in July is willing to cook meals for herself for a month. How can she refuse?

After eating for a long time, Meng Chuan finally wiped the corners of his mouth and walked leisurely towards the monastery.

******

Jinghu Daoyuan.

After Meng Chuan arrived at the monastery, he found that many disciples had come to the arena area in a bustling crowd.

"Senior Brother Meng is sure to win."

"Senior Brother Meng, you must be able to win the top three."

Many junior brothers and sisters are very excited. They all know that today is the final round, and the Taoist Academy also intends to show them the competition of the senior brothers and sisters in Shanshui Tower. Because he is occasionally willing to guide his junior brothers and sisters, many of them are quite supportive of Meng Chuan.

"Although I also want Senior Brother Meng Chuan to win, to be honest, in the past competitions of the top ten disciples in the Wash Marrow Realm, Senior Brother Meng has no advantage. His chances of winning the top three are really slim."

"Senior Brother Wan Mang and Senior Brother Bai Guan have been competing among the top ten disciples several times recently, and the first one was determined by the two of them. They definitely have a spot." Many junior brothers and sisters are discussing, some blindly supporting and some soberly analyzing. But they all have one thing in common - they all look forward to the start of the battle.

The arena is separated by ten zhang, and the disciples are not allowed to approach.

Meng Chuan and his companions arrived one by one and waited for them. There were also instructions to inspect their weapons and confirm that they had not yet engaged.

Holding onto the wine jar, a thin man with a strong smell of alcohol walked over.

"Dean."

"Dean."

All the disciples were very respectful, and the twenty-two disciples of Shanshui Tower also bowed respectfully. This is Ge Yu, the dean of Jinghu Taoist Academy. Ge Yu has a bad reputation, is greedy for money and drinks, and does things recklessly.

"Okay, everyone is here." Although Ge Yu's face was red and the smell of alcohol was pervasive, all the disciples were obedient, and those teachings and teaching assistants dared not murmur. The first sharp sword in Dongning Prefecture was actually killed.

"There are only six disciples in the realm of rebirth, so it's easy to choose." Ge Yu said, "You six will compare first and choose the top three."

"Report to the dean."

A young man bowed and said, "Brother Zhang and I are both young and in the early stages of our rebirth journey. We consider ourselves weak and have given up on this competition."

"Report to the dean, I already challenged last night and lost all three battles," said a strong and dark young man.

"Oh?"

Ge Yu nodded and understood the strength of his disciples. "Okay, since that's the case, this time we're going to the Yuyang Palace Demon Slaying Festival, it's the Wu Qi and Wei brothers," he said

"Yes," Wu Qi and the three of them respectfully responded in their unborn state.

Wu Qi, it is a perfect state of liberation.

The Wei brothers are also in the late stage of their rebirth, and their strength advantage is indeed significant.

"There are a total of sixteen disciples in the Wash Marrow Realm of Shanshui Tower." Ge Yu looked at Meng Chuan and the others one by one, "You can all go and compete. I'll tell you the rules, and those who are confident can go directly to the arena! To face challenges from other disciples, as long as you win five consecutive matches, you can earn a place. And... as long as you lose twice, you can no longer participate in the competition."

"Okay, let's start now," Ge Yu said, holding onto the wine jar and taking a big sip.

Sixteen disciples from the Wash Marrow Realm quieted down.

Go to the arena and win five consecutive matches to get a spot? So, the first one to enter the arena will suffer the most!

If two spots are determined and there are no two strong opponents left, then competing again will have a greater chance of success.

"Who is the first to go up?" Most of the disciples in the Wash Marrow Realm of Shanshui Tower turned their attention to two of them, one is the muscular and smiling 'Wan Mang', and the other is the extremely cold and stern 'Bai Guan'. In the competition of the top ten disciples, the two of them usually come out first.

"Can't you get on?" Wan Mang said with a smile as he looked at Bai Guan.

"If you want to go, you can go," Bai Guan said coldly.

At this moment -

A figure took a step forward and entered the arena, it was Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan's gaze swept over his astonished fellow disciple below and he spoke, "The first spot will be mine for now."