The Distinguished Cute Master Chapter 12

Published at 11th of June 2019 11:02:39 PM

Chapter 12 – The Entrance Competition

With light shattering sound, his old sea of consciousness broke! But because of the endless amount of spiritual energy nourishing him, he didn’t feel any pain at all. Instead, he could reconstruct his sea of consciousness, bundled up in a sort of almost gentleness. And when he woke up, he was pleasantly surprised by the discovery that his divine sense had the strength of Foundation Establishment!

In ten or so days, he went from a shattered dantian to Foundation Establishment level divine sense. Only ten days! But there weren’t any signs of an unstable foundation because everything he took over the last few days were treasures that others would never see in their lifetimes. And that all was because of the girl in front of him, his master.

Yuan Chu silently watched him and smiled. Only now did Ye Chenyuan realize that she just used so much spiritual energy yet still looked like usual. And that smile-yet-not-smile didn’t seem at all like a six-year-old child’s.

“Okay.”

Yuan Chu’s clap woke Ye Chenyuan from his thoughts.

“The competition has started! Take a bath first and then go beat them into utter defeat! I’ll leave first~”

She skipped away, shouting distantly. “Little Qiu, did you come back? I smell the fragrance of a soul plum!”

Ye Chenyuan watched her walk away. Now, he realized his body was covered in a layer of impurities. He frowned. At the thought that Master saw him like this, his gloom intensified. And now, another voice that had slept for a long time spoke up.

“Kid, that little girl just now, is she your master?”

Although he was asleep, he could still sense a hint of the outside world.

Ye Chenyuan happily exclaimed, “Senior Li, you’ve awoken?”

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Venerable Li snorted. “The ten thousand year spirit essence isn’t ordinary stuff! With it, worse divine sense injuries can be healed, no matter how bad. It’s just a pity that you’re too weak right now. Enduring half a pearl of spirit essence is already your very limit. That girl was skillful. She could tell with a glance what your limit was, so she helped you absorb half a pearl.

“Furthermore, I noticed the age of her bones was only six years old! Even though she experienced a forbidden art that forcefully pushed forward her cultivation, her spiritual roots weren’t destroyed and her foundation is stable… With this aptitude, she truly is a genius! You have truly found a good master for yourself!”

In reality, he was secretly thinking that if he had encountered Yuan Chu first, perhaps she would be the owner of the Sky Pearl. A six-year-old Nascent Soul was definitely a rare sight!

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When Venerable Li praised Yuan Chu like this, Ye Chenyuan also felt a sense of pride. Gentleness spilled out of his eyes. After using a cleaning art, he entered the spiritual spring. He meditated, alleviating his exhaustion from reconstructing his sea of consciousness. He recovered as quickly as possible.

The entrance competition? He would definitely win for Master!

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Yuan Chu let Little Qiu send Ye Chenyuan to the outer sect to prepare. She went alone to the competition site. Because she was young, she was seated next to the sect master.

Soon, just after the forty-ninth ring of the bell, the minds of the ten thousand disciples below shook following the right elder’s call.

“Open the mountain—”

Once he finished speaking, countless immortal cranes rushed up into the sky! In the semi-circle gathering place, layer by layer of platforms arose. There was one platform that was the highest. It was directly in front of the various elders and the sect master. Whoever could fight their way to the highest arena were the competition’s top three.

The few disciples standing to the side spectating wore black clothes. They held the Myriad Sword Sect’s famous identically casted swords—concealed brilliance swords. Their expressions were solemn as they watched the mountains split. And beyond the mountains, the ten thousand entering disciples and outer disciples who wanted to enter the sect were already waiting.

The mountain protection array slowly withdrew. Ye Chenyuan watched the array move the blade-like mountain rock away. Admiration for his predecessors but more so a sense of resolution poured out of his heart.

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Out of ten thousand outer disciples, he must get first!

To this, Venerable Li had different thoughts. He told Ye Chenyuan in his sea of consciousness, “The cultivation world is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It’s important to have a trump card. The top one hundred can distinguish themselves. Why must you get first?”

Venerable Li paused. “And among these people, those with outstanding aptitudes have already been secretly chosen by the other peak masters. If you encounter them and hurt them, the people behind them will still make trouble for that master of yours. What will you do then?”

Ye Chenyuan lowered his head and wiped down a dull, black dagger, whispering. “The Myriad Sword Sect has a rule. First place can choose their own peak master.”

For a moment, Venerable Li was speechless. So this youngster was afraid that someone would snatch Yuan Chu as their master before him? That couldn’t be, right? Who would want to be a six-year-old’s disciple?

But seeing Ye Chenyuan’s resolution, he stopped protesting. The consequence of advancing bravely was no different from leaving treasures in plain sight. Although it was dangerous, was it not a kind of cultivating?

Finally, the outer sect attendant called Ye Chenyuan’s name. But because there were so many people, he had to pass the thousand-person preliminaries before advancing to the next stage. There were a hundred sets of one thousand person rounds. Taking fifty people from each set, ninety-five thousand people were eliminated once the preliminaries ended. It was intense.

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Currently, Yuan Chu was sitting on the high platform dozing off. A competition of this level was a mere trifle to Ye Chenyuan. As long as there weren’t any accidents, he would definitely be in the top one hundred. She felt no pressure whatsoever to this.

“Little Chu, tell me, that little disciple you think highly of, where is he right now?”

Sitting high above, Moqi Tingfeng wore a smokey-gray robe lined with white, his hair combed into a jade crown. He gazed downwards with a slight smile in his seriousness.

Now, Yuan Chu’s hair was brushed and she wore blue-green “formal dress”. They looked like such sobering clothes, but when she wore it, it didn’t seem solemn at all. Instead, it looked verdant and lovely. She was all bundled up like a ball of white dough on a spring day. Even if she pulled a straight face, people wouldn’t be able to help smiling at her.

“Replying to Sect Master, he is…” Yuan Chu’s eyes swept over once and then relied on her strong divine sense. She found him on the lowest one hundred platforms.

“He’s on the 57th platform. The one with the white clothes and black dagger.”

Moqi Tingfeng looked over. Surprised, he discovered that he had just refined the recovery pill yesterday and that boy already regained his cultivation. What was with this? He used to believe that boy was just lucky. At most, he would reach the first stage of Qi Condensing. He never thought that he would be at great perfection of eighth stage Qi Condensing. It seemed that he had both a stable foundation and good luck…

Yuan Chu nodded, bored stiff. Her gaze swept over and suddenly locked on!

She saw a black-clothed youth on the 18th platform and pursed her lips.

Wei Shengji? The villain who blackened after unsuccessfully chasing after the male lead’s woman. He was here…

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