Chapter 244 On the Eve of the Grand Competition

"Haha, no need for such formalities, we're all family." Elder Jianqing smiled, a black sword covered in rust hanging at his waist was particularly eye-catching.

"I observe that your aura is extremely solid, faintly approaching the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Indeed, the claim that sound cultivators can fight beyond their level is not unfounded."

"It seems that this cultivation competition will be even more exciting than in previous years."

Lu Fuyue lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. "You flatter me, Martial Uncle."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and their gazes fell directly on Lu Fuyue. Only Lu Zhengming had a gloomy expression and an extremely low aura.

To be honest, even he had to admit that his daughter was an exceptionally talented prodigy.

Senior Sister Lu just reached the Nascent Soul stage, how come her cultivation level is now comparable to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage?

Standing to the side, Jiang Yin watched this scene with a hint of something unreadable in her eyes. She suddenly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and looked up at Elder Jian Qing, teasingly saying, "Uncle-Master has been so busy with Junior Sister Lu that we haven't seen him in a long time."

The other disciples quickly reacted and followed suit, bowing and saying, "Disciples greet the Elder."

Elder Jianqing was taken aback, but quickly remembered that the female cultivator standing in front of him was Elder Yuqing's eldest disciple. He had even sent someone to deliver a gift to her when she entered the Nascent Soul stage.

"How could that be?"

So, the group moved into a large mansion under Elder Jianqing's guidance.

This residence is part of the Tianxuan Sect's territory and is where they will stay for this trip.

With three days to go before the Cultivation Grand Competition, Lu Zhengming led Jiang Yin and others to visit other sects that had already arrived, but seemed to have forgotten about Lu Fuyue.

Even when Xiao Ming and Su Chen brought it up, he seemed to make no comment, which made everyone more convinced of the rumors that Lu Fuyue and Lu Zhengming had a bad relationship.

However, Lu Fuyue didn't feel anything was wrong. It was perfect for her to cultivate in her room without being disturbed by others.

Jiang Li initially thought her senior sister would be sad, but she was relieved when she realized that her senior sister really didn't care.

...

The moonlight cast a soft glow on the ground, and the branches swayed in the wind.

Time passed without her noticing. Lu Fuyue sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly cultivating. Gradually, as the cultivation time went on, more and more fine sweat appeared on her forehead. Suddenly, she frowned slightly and bit her lip hard, but she couldn't wake up no matter what.

In a daze, a magnificent palace appeared before her. Looking around, rows of palace lanterns cast a dim yellow light on the long corridors, and countless guards with extraordinary auras stood in various parts of the palace.

The surroundings were completely silent and dark, without a sound.

These cultivators couldn't detect her presence at all, nor did they find her.

The Divine Soul Bead on her chest was faintly burning. Lu Fuyue lowered her eyes and glanced at it, immediately making a guess in her mind.

The story of Long Moyao has evolved from scattered fragments at the beginning into the dream we know today.

It seemed he was inside the palace; she could see him as soon as she opened the door, and he, like the guards inside, would be unable to detect her presence.

Lu Fuyue remained silent for a moment, but finally decided to push the door open and go in. Her previous experience told her that she could only leave this place and return to reality by spending the night with Long Moyao.

However, as soon as she stepped into the hall and passed through layers of screens, she was stunned by the slowly rising mist.

In the large bath, the man sat cross-legged in the center, meditating. The misty water obscured his lower body, but his strong and powerful muscles were vaguely visible. His eyebrows were deep-set and his features were distinct.

His lips were tightly closed, his forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and his brow was slightly furrowed, as if he were going through some kind of pain.

Lu Fuyue paused, but at that moment, the man's eyes snapped open, meeting hers in a direct eye contact.

The surrounding air suddenly froze, becoming eerily quiet.

Lu Fuyue felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She had a feeling that Long Moyao could see her.

"come over."

Lu Fuyue's pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously lifted her foot, but the next second, a voice came from behind her, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Her tense body immediately relaxed a bit; it turned out she was calling someone else.

The following night, Lu Fuyue found a corner to meditate. Although she was currently in a state of spiritual separation and unable to cultivate, it was still better than standing. She could also think about how to proceed.

The moonlight disappeared behind the clouds, and gradually the sky brightened, and the scene changed once again.

When Lu Fuyue opened her eyes, she was back in her room. After a night of her soul leaving her body, her aura was not weak but strong, and her cultivation had become more solid.

Recalling the scene from last night, she pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. The place where the palace was located had extremely rich spiritual energy, and even the guards were almost all at the Golden Core stage or above, or even the Nascent Soul stage.

It seems that place is part of the Immortal Realm.

Suddenly, a deep knocking sound rang out from outside the door, three long knocks followed by two short ones. "Senior Sister, the Sect Master sent me to call you. He said we're about to depart."

Lu Fuyue looked up at the door, then got up, pushed the door open, and walked out.

...

When they entered the hall, most of the disciples had already arrived, and even Lu Zhengming was already standing there with his hands behind his back, while Elder Jianqing stood to the side.

"Hmph, don't make so many people wait for you next time."

Lu Fuyue paused, glanced at him indifferently, and then stood aside.

Lu Zhengming shivered at her gaze and wanted to say something, but reason prevailed and he suppressed his anger.

Ever since he was nearly injured by her last time, Lu Zhengming knew that his daughter was no longer as weak and easily suppressed as she used to be.

He had to admit that it was uncertain who would win if he and she fought now, and what if people laughed at them?

A moment later, the time came, and the group set off for the central location of Yunzhou, the arena for the Cultivation Grand Competition.

As the sun rises in the east, golden sunlight slowly spills onto the earth.

On the vast, empty arena, a huge red war drum was placed in the very center, with mysterious and ancient golden runes appearing and disappearing on it.

Below the arena stood countless disciples from various sects, all of whom had come for this cultivation competition. Although they could not participate, they were still extremely excited to witness their sect's prodigies display their talents in the competition.

On the high platform, the elders and sect leaders of various sects had already taken their places. The three people sitting in the very center were the sect leaders of the three major sects in the cultivation world: Lu Zhengming of the Tianxuan Sect, the sect leader of the Lihuo Sect, and the abbot of the Wanfo Temple.