The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 812 - 359: Nowadays, everyone is considered equal, so it’s fair for me to spar with a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Chapter 812: Chapter 359: Nowadays, everyone is considered equal, so it’s fair for me to spar with a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Sixty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Worldly matters are like fleeting clouds, vanishing in an instant.

Time can erode everything, and even the deepest marks struggle to withstand its ravages.

"Congratulations to Qi Yuan for defending his title as the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament!"

The clear voice rang out, and Qi Yuan looked calmly at the ninety-year-old elder lying on the ground before him.

"Young man, not bad, stronger than last year!"

The old man revealed a helpless smile, "Ah, I’ve lost again."

"It’s alright, you’ve lost with honor. Aren’t you the runner-up?" Qi Yuan, ever respectful of the elderly, comforted the old man.

"What’s the use of being runner-up when there are only two competitors?" the old man complained discontentedly, "How has this Martial Arts Tournament... not gone bankrupt yet, it’s really quite strange."

The old man said this as he glanced over the arena.

Hmm, the arena was large but somewhat rundown.

In his youth, the Martial Arts Tournament wasn’t very popular, but at least half the seats would be filled.

Sometimes, if the organizers were willing to spend money, there would even be some hired spectators to boost the atmosphere.

But now... not a single spectator.

No, that’s not right; there was one.

On the spectator stands, a beautiful young girl was waving a glow stick, her face full of excitement.

"So strong, champion again!"

"Qi Yuan, you’re amazing!"

"Miss is your fan!"

Yes, this solitary audience member was none other than the Goldfinch who was smitten with Qi Yuan.

Every match, she would play the roles of Qi Yuan’s cheerleader, fan, and family member, cheering him on with gusto.

The ninety-year-old elder listened to this and his expression grew even more bitter, "Esteemed Immortal, could you stop participating in the Martial Arts Tournament? This old man, when he was a young newbie, just wanted to be the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament for once.

You’ve already defeated me nearly sixty times, can’t you give me a chance?"

The old man was very speechless.

As a youth, he enjoyed watching action-packed TV shows, wielding a stick and practicing his moves on the poor rapeseed flowers in the fields.

However, his Martial Arts Talent was average, and he couldn’t even qualify for the main competition.

Later, when the Immortal Path was revived and Martial Arts declined, fewer and fewer competitors participated in the Martial Arts Tournament.

Only then did he reignite his desire to join the Martial Arts Tournament.

His ranking improved, and he saw hope for the championship.

Unfortunately, he lost each time...

"Immortal, I don’t have many years left, could you let this old man have a turn?

After all, the Martial Arts Tournament is cruel; flowers, applause, and fame all go to the first place, and nobody remembers the runner-up who exits the stage in obscurity." The old man tried to appeal to Qi Yuan’s emotions, pleading with reason.

Nearly sixty years have passed, and Qi Yuan’s appearance hadn’t changed; what was he if not a Cultivator?

A Cultivator taking part in the Martial Arts Tournament, wasn’t that just bullying?

"You’re different, you’ve always been the runner-up; people will remember you," Qi Yuan said with a smile.

Having said that, he walked over to Goldfinch and took her tender, pale hand, "Young man, I’ll see you next year."

The Goldfinch clung to Qi Yuan with excitement, waving her hand, "Look, what’s this?"

"An invitation?" Qi Yuan looked at the item in Goldfinch’s hand.

"Yes, haven’t you always wanted to break through to the Purple Mansion? In recent times, I’ve been paying attention, and I found out... Cultivators from the Three Realms, as well as some demon Cultivators from Canxing, are holding a symposium to discuss the Great Dao of the Purple Mansion. Those wishing to participate must be Divine Child Cultivators, and if you attend, perhaps you’ll make some gains."

Listening to this, Qi Yuan nodded earnestly.

"You make a good point."

Although in this game, Qi Yuan had long since reached the Purple Mansion,

his breakthrough was haphazard.

The real him was now only a Divine Child with modest strength.

He had to look up to the luminaries of the Purple Mansion.

"Perfect, after attending this symposium, I’ll integrate what I’ve learned and then ask netizens; surely I’ll get the right answer!"

Qi Yuan was intelligent; he knew the value of diverse perspectives.

Just listening to a few Divine Child or Purple Mansion cultivators’ lectures wasn’t enough; the wisdom of the working people is boundless.

Post a question online, perhaps inspiration will strike.

"I have an invitation too. I’ll accompany you," Goldfinch said, waving her hand as two masks appeared, "Put this on quickly. We can’t show our faces at this gathering; we must conceal our identities."

Qi Yuan looked at the mask with a strange expression, "Are you sure this gathering is serious?"

The mask looked like something he had only seen in certain short videos.

"What are you imagining now?" Goldfinch blushed.

Sometimes, for fun, she too would wear a mask; she knew exactly what Qi Yuan was thinking.

"Nothing, let’s go to the symposium." Qi Yuan wrapped his arm around Goldfinch, and their figures disappeared.

Now, the task in this game was nearly complete.

He was about to clear the game.

However, he still had no clues about the Purple Mansion Realm.

Although he had sought guidance from True Monarch Dazhi and learned much, it still felt insufficient.

He needed creativity.

Otherwise, if he ended up cultivating a subpar Purple Mansion, it would be rather embarrassing.

After all, he was soon to be the first in the Purple Mansion of the Divine Light Sect, unprecedented!

He needed some real power.

...

The location for the beginning of the symposium was an expanse of sea.

Above the sea, a dilapidated cruise ship stood.

Now and then, a streak of light would flash by, descending into the cruise ship.

Xie Tang’s face was covered with a layer of dark cloth, her expression filled with melancholy.

Sixty years had passed, and she had become a Divine Child Cultivator.

In the Xuantian Sect, aside from the Sect Leader, she was the strongest.

As for her senior sister... Well, there was still no trace of her.

The heavy burden of the Sect fell on her shoulders, and she grew more mature.

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