Chapter 24: The Small Competition in the Hermit Area, Peach Blossom Fairy (1/2)

Hermit Valley occupied an entire mountain range nearby, with an area comparable to a large sect.

Eighty percent of the loose cultivators resided in less than twenty percent of Hermit Valley. The remaining powerful cultivation experts lived in the more than eighty percent of Immortal Hidden Valley.

After all, this was the logic of the operational community.

To maintain a competitive atmosphere among the loose cultivators, Hermit Valley stipulated that a small competition must be held every three months, and a large competition must be held every half year.

Winning meant moving into better housing, while losing meant being demoted or even expelled from Hermit Valley.

Ning Wuxie settled Xuan’er and arrived at the competition venue alone, wearing a bamboo hat to keep a low profile.

This place was a large courtyard, with only a few elderly judges with white beards sitting behind a table.

Ning Wuxie noticed that the old judge who had exempted him from a month’s fees during his stay in the valley was also among them.

Outside the designated Showdown area in the courtyard, several long benches were occupied by loose cultivators who had come to participate in the small competition. As soon as Ning Wuxie sat down, he overheard the people nearby excitedly discussing something.

“I heard that the Peach Blossom Fairy will also come today. He is from the C area of Hermit Valley!”

A dark-skinned, strong man said excitedly, a meaningful smile on his face as if recalling something joyful.

“Is that true? With his strength, he is in our area?!” His friend beside him looked surprised.

“What strength does he have? The wealthy family only has Refining Qi at the eighth level, as clearly stated on the arena.”

Another person chimed in, and as soon as the topic of the Peach Blossom Fairy came up, the surrounding people seemed to become interested.

The male cultivators approached with lewd smiles, while the female cultivators rolled their eyes, secretly cursing, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

“Anyone who can defeat a prodigy like Jin Yi, if I encounter him later, I will just admit defeat… no need to seek humiliation.”

A scholar dressed in a scholarly outfit, holding a folding fan, said.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Afraid he will embarrass you?” The dark-skinned man slapped his thigh and said loudly, causing those around to laugh.

“That guy can go and film with the Harmony Sect people. Do you really think he is some profound character? Anyone who has received a proper inheritance wouldn’t be so reckless.”

“I think he is just a show-off. He only encountered Jiang Ren, who is equally mediocre, he probably just won by luck!”

As soon as he said this, most people around nodded in agreement.

After Ning Wuxie defeated Jiang Ren, rumors about him spread wildly.

Some said Ning Wuxie had become the strongest Refining Qi cultivator in history, while others claimed he would soon appear on the Human Sect genius list, overshadowing Li Luobing and several other prodigies from various sects.

However, when a private video of the genius leaked, everyone’s illusions shattered.

What was this! A ruthless punching bag, as if he had never seen a woman before, and many who had admired Ning Wuxie also turned away.

In the waiting area, the dark-skinned cultivator mocked loudly, eliciting continuous laughter from the crowd.

Only a few remained silent; these were the ones who had witnessed Ning Wuxie defeat Jiang Ren a week ago.

They felt that Ning Wuxie was not that simple, but since public opinion was not on their side, they naturally refrained from expressing their views.

They could only remain quietly silent.

Soon, the time arrived. One of the elderly judges waved his sleeve, and the large gate at the entrance of the courtyard slammed shut, an invisible barrier enveloping the courtyard.

“Fellow Cultivators, the Hermit Valley small competition, C area match, officially begins now!”

“First match: Li Zhangbei vs. Meng Cangran.”

As soon as the words fell, a cultivator holding a bagua mirror stood up not far from Ning Wuxie and strode toward the arena.

“Didn’t expect to be the first one.”

The previously scholarly dressed cultivator showed a troubled expression, awkwardly smiled, and slowly stood up.

“Don’t worry, brother Meng, good luck!” The dark-skinned man cheered for him.

Meng Cangran forced a smile, nodded, and walked onto the stage, appearing somewhat timid, even causing Li Zhangbei, who was waiting for him in the arena, to show a disdainful sneer.

Half a stick of incense later.

“The winner of this match is Meng Cangran!”

Li Zhangbei lay on the ground, looking shocked as he stared at Meng Cangran, who appeared like a weak scholar across from him.

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