After Favorability Is Maxed Chapter 148 – A Fatal Question

Chapter 148: A Fatal Question

After a short period of rest and silence, the Immortal cultivators gathered in the City of Ten Thousand Swords once again welcomed another wave of clamor.

The young Immortal cultivators from all over the Central Continent had already made their preparations. Like the few young people in the small room of five in the inn, there were many young Immortal cultivators who wanted to make a name for themselves in the Shangyang.

They were all outstanding figures in their own sects, and they also bore more expectations and responsibilities of their sects.

The fact that they had been sent to participate in the Singing Sword contest meant that they were the most outstanding disciples of the sect.

If they did not get a good ranking in the contest, it would be a huge blow to the sect's reputation.

On the other hand, if a sect that was not famous at all suddenly had a dark horse and obtained a good ranking in the Singing Sword contest, then more other sects would pay attention to this sect and open a new social network.

This was the social norm in a Xianxia society. Everything depended on your strength or your future strength.

Therefore, many Immortal cultivators had been preparing for this for several years, even more than a decade.

It was all for the sake of showing off at the highly anticipated Singing Sword conference.

After watching the Tideviewing segment for seven days, under the harmonious appearance, there was actually a lot of anxiety and hidden competition. Everyone's mood had been affected by the sound of the sword.

During the few days of rest, the finishing touches of Tideviewing and Sword-listening event were also carried out. Now, it was time for the final handover.

Under everyone's gaze, Geng Qi could not hide his excitement. He stood in front of the cliff of the Sword Pavilion mountains, straightened his body, and revealed a bright smile.

After all, he was just a teenager. Although he had broken through in the past few days and his state of mind had been greatly improved, he still had the heart of a teenager after getting first place. He was very eager to be recognized.

Geng Qi and the other swordsmiths went up to the stage together. After receiving the rewards from the Sword Pavilion, Zuo youhuai appointed Geng Qi as the Sword Pavilion's elder and the honor of a 10-star swordsmith. After all, in the last battle, he had forged a weapon that could be rated as an 8-star weapon by the Sword Pavilion.

To put it simply, the standard of a 9-star swordsmith was to be able to forge an 8-star weapon at will and have a 9-star weapon.

In the game's rating system, it was equivalent to a rare purple weapon.

The equipment in the game was divided by color. White was 1 to 2 stars, normal. Green was 3 to 4 stars. Blue was 5 to 6 stars, excellent. Purple was 7 to 8 stars, rare. Finally, orange was 9 stars, legendary.

Although his actual level was not high enough, Geng Qi had already met half of the requirements of a 9-star swordsman. In addition, he was only an ordinary person, a mortal, so he was given this reward.

Everyone knew that this 10-star was actually an honorary title, not an actual level.

But even so, it was enough to shock everyone.

Geng Qi also especially thanked Jiang Feng and Cui Ting, as well as the two unknown fans of his grandmaster, for giving him great encouragement.

The two spies from the demonic sect were expressionless, but they cursed in their hearts. Who knew that this guy actually had an extraordinary simple nature? No matter how they tried to guide him, he would always reflect on himself.

He believed that there were indeed some people in the sect who harbored evil intentions, but there were even more people who did it for his own good.

He had been dragged down by his own mentality during the match, and he could not do what he could have done.

In short, everything was his own fault, and others were only a part of the external cause. The real fault was himself.

Even the people of the demonic sect could not change his mind with words in a short time.

The fact that they could disguise themselves and approached Geng Qi directly showed that they were already very good spies. It was impossible to go any further by using magic.

Fortunately, their main job was still to guide the flood in the Jade Snow Mountain range. This failure only made them feel a little frustrated and angry.

Liu Yuan smiled and nodded at Geng Qi and Cui Ting in the crowd.

Zuo Youhuai continued to announce that the Singing Sword contest was about to begin. As usual, he encouraged everyone and told them about the rewards to be given.

There were three long swords in the Sword Pavilion's collection – Floating Light, Indulgence, and Changing Sky.

Among the three, Floating Light was an 8-star, while the other two were 7-star.

the Sword Pavilion had been giving out such a reward every year. This year, they had not changed it either. it could be said that they had given out a lot of money.

However, there were many swordsmiths in the Sword Pavilion. The Sword Pavilion would hold this convention every ten years, and during this time, they would forge 7-star and 8-star weapons to fill in the gaps. In fact, it was not a big deal to the Sword Pavilion.

However, this time, Shen Sifan did not appear at the opening ceremony. There was only Cui Ting on the stage, as if to avoid Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan retracted his gaze. Next, it was time to distribute everyone's numbered cards and proceed with the first round of random matching.

Because the registration of the levels had already been carried out before, the participants of the same level would start first. The winners would then compete with each other and advance step by step. The losers would also be ranked, and the contestants at the front of the losers' group would have the opportunity to challenge the last winner.

In the end, a ‘Singing Sword Ranking' would be given. After entering the top ten, it would be followed by the spread of the Green Centipede's lists and enter the eyes of the major forces.

The wooden tokens automatically sensed the cultivation base to divide the groups.

There weren't many ninth level Foundation Establishment cultivators. Liu Yuan estimated that he would meet Yan Guanlin after three or four rounds unless the guy directly entered the loser group. In fact, Core Formation cultivators like Ling Yu were already very rare.

Speaking of Ling Yu, she, who had not been seen for a long time because Liu Yuan had been in the City Lord's Mansion for the past few days, also appeared at the scene.

Ling Yu blinked her eyes when she saw Liu Yuan's disdainful cat at a glance.

She had been wondering why Jiang Feng had been staying in the City Lord's Mansion for the past few days, causing her to think about the little white cat day and night. She was too embarrassed to look for the lady boss again.

At this moment, Ling Yu was about to go up and greet Liu Yuan when she saw him. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and in her contracted pupils, the figure of a woman in a green dress was reflected.

She was not far behind Liu Yuan.

“…”

Ling Yu blinked her eyes and looked at the ignorant Liu Yuan.

She felt that the judge, Green Lotus Swordsman, was here to find him.

Just as she was thinking this, the beautiful and heroic woman looked up at her and showed her a faint smile.

Ling Yu was stunned for a moment before she returned the smile.

Liu Yuan took the wooden token and looked at the number 66. It was quite auspicious.

He took two steps back to get ready, but when he turned around, he bumped into a soft body.

“…”

Their eyes met, and Zhiying's voice sounded in Liu Yuan's ear, “Fourth Aunt is here…”

The young girl's voice came to an abrupt end, and then she said apologetically, “She's too fast.”

“It won't be easy to avoid that girl's detection.” The Green Lotus Swordsman said indifferently, “I only have one question.”

“Between Duan Lanruo and me, who do you choose?” she asked.

Chapter end