My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Academy, so let’s not get involved in the troubled waters.”

The stern-faced zhenren sighed and reluctantly acquiesced.

Jing Yue took everything into his eyes.
Of course, he also understood that Elder Wei's intentions were impure.
But so what if he couldn’t surpass Qin Yanzhi? He cultivated his Dao and never compared it with others.
However, he heard that Qin Yanzhi realized the Daoyi sword technique here, so he was also very curious about what he could find.

“Jing-jing, don’t be afraid! Face it head-on and make them fall at your feet!” Blue phoenix turned around excitedly.
It received the familiar face-slapping notification again.

Jing Yue was silent for a moment before saying, “Thank you for your confidence.
If the academy allows it, of course I’d like to give it a try.
After all, the opportunity is rare.
But I don’t want to disturb other people’s assessments, it’s too wicked.”

Elder Wei, “…”

Red-spotted man, “…”

The tactful zhenren heard Jing Yue’s words and offered him a plaque.

As soon as the plaque reached Jing Yue's hands, a square character of ‘water’ slowly formed.
He visualized the words, infused his divine consciousness into the plaque, and gradually settled into meditation.

Sinking—he felt as if his entire being was sinking.

His body seemed to be submerged in water.
The water was close to his skin, very cold, but he somehow felt warm and peaceful.

Slowly, a figure without facial features appeared in the water.
The fingers of that figure started changing, and Jing Yue suddenly felt cold, as if all the water surrounding him had condensed into ice and he was frozen within.

However, he got rid of the ice by moving his divine consciousness slightly.
The water became warm again and the figure disappeared.

Immediately, two more figures appeared, both without facial features.

One of them turned the water into mist, and the other held a sword to induce the water to form a huge vortex.

Jing Yue's vision was blurred, and his body felt like it was being shredded by thousands of small hands, so he released his divine consciousness again to dispel the pain.

And then, four figures appeared.

Eight.

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Sixteen.

The numbers and speed increased, and the techniques used by the figures became more complicated and powerful.

Jing Yue kept isolating himself with his divine consciousness and a voice in his heart clamored repeatedly, “No, that’s not it.”

But what was it?

Jing Yue had no idea.
He could only allow himself to plunge deeper.

Gradually, those figures became less, until they disappeared altogether.

The surroundings fell silent as if he was the only person left in this world.

After floating around for a long time, he vaguely saw a door.
The door seemed just a step away, but at the same time, like a thousand miles away, hazy and unreal.

But Jing Yue’s spirit sense was drawn to it and he tried hard to get closer to that door.

Finally, he touched it.

The cold air penetrated his skin, colder than death, and immune to his divine consciousness.
An inexplicable sense of crisis formed in Jing Yue’s mind, but the voice in his heart guided him to open the door without hesitation…

Pitch dark entered his eyes, but there was a light at the very end.
The figure in the shadows felt cozy and familiar, like a clone of himself.

The figure held a long sword, his movements stiff, like a child who just started wielding a sword and couldn’t even perform a complete set of postures.
So he tried over and over again, the movements neither smooth nor fluid.
After trying thousands of times, the figure finally launched a strike!

The roar from heaven and earth seemed to rumble in Jing Yue’s ears.
The fear of destruction and a strong sense of foreboding warned him that he must not allow the figure to launch that sword strike!

He yelled with all his might, “Stop it!”

In the outside world, two hours ago.

Many candidates found out that the child patriarch of Frostcloud Sect wanted to test his comprehension.
They watched as Jing Yue received the plaque and immediately entered the meditative state, and thought that the patriarch of Frostcloud Sect was very extraordinary indeed.

However, after two hours passed, nothing happened at all.

“Why is it taking so long?”

“Is it because of poor aptitude?”

“Impossible.
He’s the patriarch of Frostcloud Sect.
Didn’t you hear? He’s already reached the Foundation Establishment stage before the age of twenty.”

“So what? He’s fortunate enough to receive the inheritance from Daoist-Master Jing Yuan.
No matter how stupid, his cultivation progress must be easier than for most people.”

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“Hehe… if you’re so capable, then you do it.”

“You…!”

People argued back and forth while the members of Mauve Aurora Sect tried their best to restrain the desire to laugh.
Everyone was enjoying the spectacle.

Seeing Elder Wang’s expressionless face that didn’t betray his thoughts, Elder Wei said, “Wang-daoyou, don’t be anxious.
Maybe Jing-laozu has comprehended some amazing technique and is slowly digesting….”

Before he could finish his sentence, a bright blue radiance glowed from the plaque in Jing Yue’s hands.

Elder Wang was overjoyed but he still pretended to be calm and gentle.
“Thank you Wei-daoyou for your auspicious words.”

Elder Wei’s face flushed red and he wondered in a panic—did the child patriarch of Frostcloud Sect really comprehend a heavenly technique?

Suddenly, the sky turned dark.

When everyone looked up, they saw a swathe of dark clouds roiling and tumbling, with strokes of lightning intertwined within like a silver snake dancing wildly, moving towards this direction very quickly amid sounds of thunder.

Was it going to rain?

Could it even rain within the protective barrier of the academy?

Blue phoenix blinked its beady eyes as it felt a very familiar presence among the clouds.

As the dark clouds approached, an enormous pressure that threatened to swallow heaven and earth descended upon them, and the surrounding spiritual energy stirred madly, so much that even the mist on the platform was boiling.

Elder Wang felt his chest seize as his breathing became difficult.
He suddenly realized something and shouted, “It’s a lightning tribulation! Run!”

At the same time, the plaque in Jing Yue’s hands exploded.

With him as the center, countless vicious sword Qi scattered.
Without a target, without distinguishing friend from foe, it unleashed!

“Aaarrrggghhhhsaveme!!!” Blue phoenix flapped its wings and flew around wildly.
The cultivators who were close to Jing Yue suffered wounds from the sword qi.
Even several golden core zhenrens couldn’t withstand the attacks and had to run away.

But Jing Yue still had his eyes closed, face as white as paper, bleeding from his mouth, long eyelashes fluttered incessantly, like an evil beauty.

Many fine wounds cracked open all over his body, densely packed, and his clothes were quickly spattered with bloodstains.

Elder Wang was very anxious.
He didn't know what the Laozu had encountered and worried that if this continued, Laozu wouldn’t be able to withstand the erosion of sword qi and his body would explode from within.

There was no other choice.
He could only grit his teeth and turn back.
A sword qi pierced his cheek and blood gushed!

Suddenly, a person flashed out in front of him and slashed with his long sword.
The sword glare rushed towards Jing Yue and violently collided with the volatile sword qi in the air, causing a huge shockwave.
Even the protective barrier of Nine Heaven Academy rippled with distorted waves.

The momentum from the sword glare was like breaking a bamboo, crushing the violent sword qi, creating a vacuum zone, and as if after detailed calculation, stopped about an inch away from Jing Yue.

Immediately after, the man disappeared from the spot, appeared behind Jing Yue in a flash, and launched a palm strike on his back!