"Senior Sister Ge Shuang!" "Senior Sister Ge Shuang!" … A crowd of male disciples gathered around a fighting platform, cheering and shouting, spitting everywhere, not knowing how many faces they splattered. On the platform stood a woman, her face cold and her figure graceful, wielding a long sword that flashed with cold light. "This sword dance is like a female streamer dancing, quite beautiful," Chen Xun chuckled, glancing over at Ge Shuang, indeed not a wasted trip. "Old Cow, isn't it beautiful?" "Moo~" The big black cow nodded repeatedly, affirming its beauty, its head not even turning, signaling Chen Xun not to disturb it. "Hey, how did she lose? I was rooting for her!" "Moo~~" "Oh, look at that little junior sister, she's crying from being beaten, hahaha…" "Moo moo moo~~" "Hey, why is that short guy acting all tough? Did someone eat your rice?!" "Moo!" "Old Cow, look quickly, a spirit beast, incredible, incredible." "Moo?" … Under the shade of the trees, a person and a cow laughed heartily one moment, cursed angrily the next. Suddenly, Chen Xun's expression changed, and he slammed his hand on the ground. "Moo?" The big black cow was startled, wondering what was wrong with Chen Xun. "Old Cow, don't you feel like something's missing?" "Moo? Moo!" The big black cow shook its head, then nodded, sensing something was indeed off, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Sunflower seeds!" Chen Xun suddenly slapped the big black cow, realizing he had forgotten such an important thing. "Moo moo?" The big black cow also stomped a hoof at Chen Xun, questioning why he didn't bring the seeds, no wonder it felt something was missing. "Alas!" Chen Xun's face was filled with regret, "This year we planted sunflower seeds, I'll roast them again, and finally add some secret seasoning." "Moo moo~~" The big black cow nudged Chen Xun, grinning, that's more like it.
In the sect's grand competition, after the first battle, disciples could choose to continue fighting or rest for a day before resuming, with victories being counted. Naturally, disciples lacking confidence in their strength would want to continue fighting, as the intensity the next day would not be the same as today. The strong, however, remained calm, recovering their peak state after a battle, leaving no room for carelessness. The sect competition was becoming increasingly intense, and even Chen Xun and the big black cow drew closer, no longer watching from afar. On the fifth day, inner disciples officially joined the fray, bringing the sect competition to its climax, and even Chen Xun and the big black cow joined the cheering crowd. "Outer disciples, who else but me? Go, Senior Brother Bai Shi, you're the best!" Chen Xun raised a wooden sign and shouted loudly, countless disciples turned their eyes toward him, all giving a thumbs up, fully engaged. "This junior brother, isn't Senior Sister Ge Shuang one of our outer disciples?!" A few people approached aggressively, feeling that Senior Sister Ge Shuang's momentum had suddenly been overshadowed. "Nonsense!" Chen Xun disdainfully glanced at them, patting the big black cow. The big black cow understood, and a wooden sign slowly rose, reading: "Go, Senior Sister Ge Shuang, let the sword rise with the five elements!" The few were stunned, a tingling sensation running through them, their thumbs instinctively extending. The looks directed at Chen Xun conveyed just two words: impressive! Chen Xun smiled coldly, continuing to shout with the big black cow, their sense of participation reaching its peak.
On various fighting platforms, the inner disciples in white robes leaped gracefully, their sleeves billowing, their expressions cold as they focused on their opponents. A faint killing intent wafted across the platforms, the ancient trees around swaying in the cold wind, a few yellow leaves slowly falling. The platforms fell into silence, and the prominent figures in the audience looked on with anticipation. Hiss—countless disciples inhaled sharply, these were the true future figures of the Wuyun Sect, leading the sect into the future. The real focus of attention, even the disciples below the platform wore serious expressions, feeling a strong sense of pressure. "So exhilarating." "Moo~" Chen Xun whispered, his heart racing with excitement, and even the big black cow let out a low moo, finding it thrilling. However, a hint of disappointment flickered in Chen Xun's eyes; why was no one speaking, pretending to be experts? He wanted to see some verbal sparring, some fierce banter.
A bell tolled, echoing through the mountains, marking the official start of the sect competition's decisive battle! Whoosh! Whoosh! … Countless piercing sounds sliced through the air, the pupils of everyone on the platform dilated, their magical tools and internal powers erupting, dazzling in a myriad of colors. Boom—boom—… Each platform erupted into fierce battles, some unleashing a torrent of flying swords, stirring up clouds of dust. Others conjured fog-like spells, obscuring the situation within, only the sounds of clashing metal could be heard, indicating the intensity of the battles. Some disciples manipulated formation flags, releasing puppets to hold the rear, igniting the chaos. Swords flashed everywhere, the sounds of magical energies clashing filled the air, everyone exerted their full strength, holding nothing back. A fierce whirlwind swept through, and disciples nearby had to use their powers to shield themselves. "Holy cow… holy cow…" Chen Xun's pupils constricted violently, shaking his head repeatedly, these Qi Refining stage disciples were terrifying, completely on a different level from loose cultivators. "Moo moo!!" The big black cow, like Chen Xun, shook its head continuously, dazzled by the spectacle, what kind of spells were these?
The entire decisive battle lasted two days and nights, and Chen Xun and the big black cow sat on the ground, not wanting to stop for a moment, eating flatbreads when hungry. Bai Shi and Ge Shuang also ultimately reached the top hundred, and the outer disciples sighed, realizing the inner disciples' foundation was truly beyond their reach. Finally, it was time for the sect elders to distribute rewards and encourage the disciples, saying some trivial words. With the departure of the prominent figures and elders of the Wuyun Sect, this year's sect competition finally came to a close.
On the way down the mountain, Chen Xun and the big black cow burst into raucous laughter, utterly mischievous. "Old Cow, that inner disciple was a bit sinister, why did he strike at the vital points?" Chen Xun looked at the big black cow's rear and couldn't help but laugh again, especially since the opponent had indeed taken a hit, truly a tragic fate. "Moo moo~~" The big black cow grinned, still savoring the moment. "Next year, we'll also participate, aiming for the top five hundred of the sect, and earn some contributions." "Moo!" "Let's go, let's go, first back to plant sunflower seeds." "Moo~" A person and a cow jogged along, their laughter echoing through the mountains.
Back in the Medicine Valley, they first began tending to the medicinal fields, then quietly picked a few spirit herbs for the Pill of Abstinence, cultivating the seeds before returning them. "Old Cow, the spirit herbs are up to you, I'll go study the Sword Control Technique." "Moo~" The big black cow nudged Chen Xun vigorously, it was a professional at cultivating spirit herbs. Chen Xun nodded, feeling reassured as he headed into the cave, opening the Sword Control Technique, taking out the immortal sword from his storage bag, his eyes shining. Whether he could take flight depended on today; Chen Xun calmed his mind and began to practice.
On a clear morning a month later, the Medicine Valley was filled with the sounds of birds and fragrant flowers, a scene of tranquility. Chen Xun and the big black cow stood in an open space, with the immortal sword before them and a backpack on their backs. Chen Xun had made two parachutes to prevent accidents, safety first in all matters. "Ride the sword and ride the wind, free in the world!" Chen Xun struck a peculiar pose, murky power flowing into the immortal sword, "Rise!" The sword slowly lifted off the ground, half a meter above, stirring up a cloud of dust. "Moo! Moo!" The big black cow jumped up excitedly, mooing continuously. "Old Cow, up… up on the sword." Chen Xun's voice trembled, his heart racing, his mind already imagining them flying on the sword, traversing this beautiful land.