I Cultivate Passively

Chapter 142 - Losing Half of the Battle?

Chapter 142: Losing Half of the Battle?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Has it started?”

“It should be starting soon! Right! Do you know why the next Sect Leader will be decided on the spot?”

“This… I’m not too sure either! But the purpose of today’s battle should be to target Zhou Feng.”

“…”

The next day, almost everyone in the blessed land gathered at the Life-Death Arena.

Apart from the upcoming round of battles, another very important point was the date of deciding the next Sect Leader.

In fact, the sect had already discussed it for a long time regarding the next Sect Leader.

Firstly, the current Sect Leader was already very old.

Secondly, the current Sect Leader could no longer suppress all the other Elders.

The Sect Leader of the Tri-Gu Sect should be able to suppress all the other Elders on their own. Only in this way could they be qualified to be the Sect Leader of the Tri-Gu Sect.

Only then would one be able to make the other Elders obediently hand over half of their resources without doing anything.

That’s right!

The Sect Leader of the Tri-Gu Sect didn’t need to do anything on a daily basis, but all the resources of the sect had to be split in half.

The Sect Leader only needed to intimidate the top experts of the other sects.

If it were any other time, the other Elders, including Old Demon Gu, wouldn’t dare to defy the Sect Leader.

Unfortunately, the current Sect Leader was injured, and it wasn’t light.

After a long time of probing, the other Elders realized that the Sect Leader was really not going to make it.

Thus, this situation happened.

One had to know that the Sect Leader of the Tri-Gu Sect hadn’t had to undergo any selection in the past and was appointed directly.

Or rather, it was the Leng family’s throne. The Leng family had held the position of the Sect Leader of the Tri-Gu Sect for a long time.

But now, there were very few talented individuals in the Leng family, except for Leng Maner.

No one had the talent for cultivation.

The Leng family, which had declined so much, would naturally be forced to submit.

At the same time, the decline of the Leng family also represented the Tri-Gu Sect’s decline.

The Tri-Gu Sect was currently engaged in an endless war with the Voodoo Cult, and they even forced a group of Elders to leave the sect.

This was something that had never happened in the past.

“Oh right! Do you know who will be the first to enter the arena? This is a good opportunity to show off!”

“I don’t know! But the first person to enter the arena shouldn’t be very strong, so the main event should be at the back.”

“This Zhou Feng will be in big trouble. He might be humiliated by Gong Jiu and Ye Zai in the end!”

“Serves him right! Does he deserve to be Eldest Senior Sister’s husband?”

“…”

The scene was lively, and the person everyone was talking about the most was naturally Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng had been in the limelight in the blessed land recently.

If one put aside the fact that he had become Leng Maner’s husband, most people admired Zhou Feng very much.

Zhou Feng’s growth experience was simply an inspirational story—a refugee being captured and sent to the Gu Refinement Cave.

His cultivation was like riding a rocket, rising crazily from the outer sect to the inner sect, and then entering the blessed land.

His aptitude was obviously not that great, and he did not have any backers. He relied on his vicious nature to forcefully reach this step.

They even suspected that he had a spiritual artifact; such an experience could be called legendary.

This was an excellent example for those disciples with no background.

It was a pity, though.

If Zhou Feng could have taken advantage of the situation and endured it for a period without being so arrogant and high-profile, perhaps he would have been able to make a big comeback.

But now, Zhou Feng had no chance at all.

It was said that after the Penta-Poison Elders learned what Zhou Feng had done on Penta-Poison Peak, they blacklisted Zhou Feng and wanted to throw him into the poison pool.

Zhou Feng had almost slaughtered all the Penta-Poison disciples, so they regarded him as their mortal enemy.

If it weren’t for the Sect Leader’s faction protecting Zhou Feng, perhaps the people of Penta-Poison Peak would have already come looking for him.

“They’re coming! They’re coming! Someone’s coming to the arena!”

“It’s the people of Penta-Poison Peak!”

“Indeed, it’s the people of Penta-Poison Peak. After all, they’re mortal enemies!”

“…”

At that moment, a man walked onto the stage. He was dressed in violet robes, and his hair, nails, and lips were all dark violet in color.

Not a single sound could be heard from the moment he stepped onto the stage. He just stood there quietly, like a scorpion that had gone into hiding.

Even though they were quite a distance away, everyone could sense a cold, sinister aura emanating from his body.

“Penta-Poison Peak’s Wei Ling?”

“Poison Young Master Wei Ling?”

“It should be him. Hasn’t this person been in seclusion for a long time because he failed to break through to the Purple Mansion realm?”

“…”

As soon as Wei Ling stepped onto the stage, someone recognized him.

This person’s name was Wei Ling, and he was born on Penta-Poison Peak. A few years ago, he was also a famous person.

Unfortunately, he had failed to break through to the Purple Mansion realm and lost most of his cultivation, gradually fading out of everyone’s sight.

Who would have thought that the first person to step onto the arena would be him?

Legend had it that after Wei Ling lost more than half of his cultivation, he devoted himself to researching and cultivating Gus. Nobody knew how much strength he had left.

“As long as you can kill Zhou Feng! Then this Serendipitous Origin Fruit is yours!”

Wei Ling’s ears kept ringing with these words.

As long as he obtained this Serendipitous Origin Fruit, his injuries would be completely healed, and he would be able to break through to the Purple Mansion realm.

That’s right! Wei Ling had come out of the mountain this time because someone had promised him that fruit.

As long as he killed Zhou Feng, he would be able to obtain a Serendipitous Origin Fruit.

This Serendipitous Origin Fruit was a first-class treasure. It could restore a person’s life force, and it would be able to heal almost any injury.

Even if it was the damage to one’s soul caused by a failed breakthrough, it would still be helpful.

However, this kind of thing was too rare, and one would only chance upon them in some mystic realms.

Not long ago, the Tetra-Symbol Mystic Realm had opened, and someone in the sect had collected the Serendipitous Origin Fruit.

It was precisely because of this that Wei Ling’s heart was rekindled with hope.

‘Grade-1 of the Soul Altar realm, astonishing defense, can ignore poison, and might possess a spiritual artifact…’ Wei Ling read out the information regarding Zhou Feng in his heart.

Many people had completely analyzed Zhou Feng, his trump cards, battle habits, and attack means, everything!

Even the fact that Zhou Feng was immune to poison.

There was no other way!

Zhou Feng had overexposed his abilities and battle style in the various battles before.

It wasn’t the style of these sect elites to recklessly fight head-on.

The best strategy was to target the enemy’s weaknesses.

Behind these elite disciples, there were people who collected all kinds of information and people who specialized in intel analysis.

Zhou Feng, on the other hand, was completely ignorant of these people. He didn’t know what cards, abilities, or fighting style they had.

Zhou Feng had already lost half of the battle before it had even begun.

This was also why it was said that the path of cultivation was really too difficult without a background.

Some things could not be made up solely by talent and hard work.

No matter how good one’s talent was or how hard one worked, they could not compete with those people.

These people had better talent, were more diligent than you, and had countless guardians behind them.