864 Shao Ji

The International Superpowers Competition was considered the world's pinnacle tournament for people with superpowers.

The so-called convention was that their cultivation had not broken through past the realm of mortals. Only ancient martial art practitioners or immortal cultivators below the Primordial Soul Realm, as well as people from the western world with superpowers, and those below the Divine Way could participate.

The true strength of the Huatian Palace was in their cultivators of the Primordial Soul Realm and above. Their top-level combat ability caused the world to tremble, but the power of the ancient martial art practitioners level was very normal when compared to their international rivals.

It was because the hidden martial arts strains that were the soul of Hua Xia's martial arts teachings had been in hiding for centuries. If they did not appear, Hua Xia would need to rely on the Inner world and Huatian Palace ancient martial art practitioners, and it would be very difficult for Hua Xia to come out on top in the International Superpowers Competition.

The International Superpowers Competition had no age restriction. Even if a person was a thousand years old, they could take part as long as their cultivation had not broken through the limits of the mortal realm. In the western world, there were all sorts of bizarre clans and powers. Some people could live to be a thousand, but their cultivation would be below that of the Divine Way. These people relied on bizarre bloodlines and could unleash special talents. Among those below the Divine Way, they were almost unmatched.

Compared to these frightening creatures, the Huatian Palace would not get the upper hand at all if Hua Xia's hidden martial arts strains did not appear.

Fifty years ago, the Huatian Palace's achievement in the International Superpowers Competition hit rock bottom. In order to redeem themselves, the Huatian Palace was willing to open up the Goddess's World and draw out those hidden martial arts strains.

"So Hua Xia still has such secrets."

Chou Tong had a look of surprise as he said, "You mean to say that the Three List Tournament and the Martial Arts Circle Convention will most likely become a show for those of the hidden martial arts strains this time?"

If the hidden martial arts strains were truly that powerful, then what hope would there be for other ancient martial art practitioners?

"It might truly be so."

Guo Mengqiao laughed bitterly. He shook his head and said, "You should not be disheartened. Right now, we do not know how many people from the hidden martial arts strains will appear. Some ancient existences might still not come out. Also, there aren't many super-strong practitioners of the hidden martial arts strains that are under fifty. After all, fundamentally, martial arts are about progressive cycles of improvement. That is even the case for the hidden martial arts strains. Those among them that are truly frightening are those old fellows that have cultivated for two or three centuries. There is truth in the fact that age refines a person. Even among the hidden martial arts strains, very powerful young practitioners are very rare."

"Chou Tong, you are capable of ranking among the top ten." Guo Mengqiao gazed into the distance. At this moment, he could not dishearten Chou Tong.

"Let's hope so."

Chou Tong laughed bitterly. As a Martial Arts Grandmaster from the Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall, his combat ability was far more powerful than an ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster.although he was only a first realm Martial Arts Grandmaster. He thought that if he participated in the Heaven List Tournament, he would certainly be able to rank among the top ten, possibly even among the top three.

But right now, Guo Mengqiao had used the word "might". It was clear that he did not have enough confidence in Chou Tong pulling it off.

....

The registration of the Three List Tournament was still in full swing. After Mo Wen qualified to compete in the Heaven List, he turned and walked out of the fighting arena.

Mo Wen was not preparing to stay with Gu Jingman and the rest. It was because, in the next few days, he needed to concoct a large number of medicinal pills. During this time, he did not want to be disturbed.

He had just walked out of the fighting arena when he suddenly noticed someone staring at him. He turned his head and looked in their direction. The corners of his mouth curled uncontrollably into a playful smile.

It was someone he knew!

A group of people stood outside the fighting arena. All of them wore the same uniform and were obviously from the same faction. Among them, there was an old fellow who was looking at Mo Wen with an expression of hatred.

It was none other than the Ming Temple's Sect Grand Elder, Bu Xingyi. This person had tried to kill Mo Wen in the Fighting Spirit Tower but had failed. Instead, Mo Wen had been able to ridicule him. He had always held a grudge against Mo Wen.

"That's Mo Wen?"

A scrawny youth stood to Bu Xingyi's left. This youth had a very long fringe that covered half his face. The half of his face that could be seen gave off a feeling of exceptional coldness and seemed to say that strangers should not approach him.

Right now, he was looking at Mo Wen with some interest.

"This Mo Wen is very frightening. He is an unparalleled genius! He will most likely achieve great things in the future." Next to the youth stood the Ming Temple's Second Sect Grand Elder, Wang Changhan. He looked intently at Mo Wen, and a look of caution flashed in his eyes.

In the Fighting Spirit Tower, Mo Wen had left a great impression on him. It could be said that Mo Wen had single-handedly saved all of the ancient martial art practitioners.

"If I get the opportunity, I want to meet him. Not many people can pique my interest. If he can die at my hands, he can die without regrets."

The corners of the youth's mouth curled into a proud smile. As a youth himself, the animosity between them was naturally strong. They liked to appear superior compared to each other.

"Ji'er, you'd better not be reckless. I sense that this person is more than what he appears to be. I actually cannot get a good read on him," a man wearing a golden half face mask and red robes said slowly. This person was none other than the Ming Temple's Temple Leader, Shao Yunyang. The youth was the true number one young expert in the Ming Temple. His name was Shao Ji and he was Shao Yunyang's son. Due to his exceptional talent, he had always been secretly cultivated in the Ming Temple.

Hou Jingfeng was just a figure that the Ming Temple had pushed up to draw the attention of others. In reality, in terms of talent, Hou Jingfeng could not even rank among the top five practitioners of the Ming Temple. In the Inner worlds, the Ming Temple was not the only sect to do such things. Almost every sect would have a trump card up their sleeve.

"Father, he might have practiced some secret technique that disturbs your senses, but I don't believe that his cultivation can evade your detection," Shao Ji said dismissively. He had broken through to the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm not long ago. He already looked down on the other youth experts. Why would he care about Mo Wen?

"Has he just come out from the Heaven List's registration area? It would be best if he does not meet me in the tournament. Otherwise, I will certainly make it so he cannot show his face anywhere!" Shao Ji snorted coldly.

"What the young master says is true. How can Mo Wen compare to you? You were not in the Fighting Spirit Tower. If you had been, Mo Wen would not have had the chance to perform. If you make your move, he most likely won't be able to receive ten blows from you," Bu Xingyi said flatteringly with a straight face. At the same time, he laughed coldly inside. He could not wait for Shao Ji to find Mo Wen. The uglier the way Mo Wen died was, the happier Bu Xingyi would be.

Wang Changhan frowned as he looked at Bu Xingyi. Before this, this piece of trash had lost all his honor in the Fighting Spirit Tower. Right now, he was actually inciting Shao Ji! Those who experienced the Fighting Spirit Tower clearly knew that Mo Wen's talent and potential were unquestionable. Even Wang Changhan was not certain that Shao Ji could suppress Mo Wen.

Shao Yunyang also glared at Bu Xingyi with a cold gaze. It scared Bu Xingyi so much that he immediately shut up and did not say anything else. No one in the Ming Temple dared to defy the Temple Leader.

"Father, Elder Wang, don't worry. You all know my ability. This time, the top spot of the Heaven List is mine. What can this mere Mo Wen do?" Shao Ji said with a cold smile.

Shao Ji noticed something in the expressions of his father and Wang Changhan. He would never have imagined that even his own father and Sect Grand Elder Wang Changhan would think so highly of Mo Wen. Shao Ji did not believe that there could be anyone more powerful than he was among those the same age as him. Moreover, Mo Wen was even younger than Shao Ji.

"Shao Ji, rumor has it that the Martial Arts Circle Convention this time around is not ordinary. You'd better not be careless. News from inside the Huatian Palace says that in this Martial Arts Circle Convention, many mysterious strong practitioners will appear. It will most likely be much more difficult than previous years," an elder with white hair and a white beard said as he smiled with a kind look on his face.

Shao Ji's talent was not up for discussion. There had not been a genius like him in the Ming Temple for the last two hundred years. Everything about him was good, however, his temper was a problem. He had an arrogance that made him look down upon everyone else.

"Elder Lu, do not worry. I will keep that in mind."

Shao Ji nodded his head. Surprisingly, he did not say more. Clearly, this elder had an extraordinary status in the Ming Temple.

Lu Shenming was among the oldest group of people in the Ming Temple. Rumor had it that his seniority outranked Shao Yunyang. His cultivation was also unfathomable. He was the Ming Temple's First Sect Grand Elder. Even Shao Yunyang showed great respect to him.

However, Shao Ji said this on the surface, but he was dismissive inside. So what if hidden experts appeared? No matter how hard the Martial Arts Circle Convention was this time around, it was just a gimmick for the Huatian Palace's propaganda. Hidden strong practitioners? How powerful could they be?

Shao Ji coldly laughed inside. For him, there was only one thing on his mind: he would counter everything that was thrown at him. No matter who came, they would bend over before him. The top spot of the Heaven List this time was his.

Lu Shenming was refined by experience. From Shao Ji's gaze, he knew that Shao Ji had not taken his words to heart. Lu Shenming could not help but shake his head and did not say anything more.

...

Mo Wen glanced coldly at the members of the Ming Temple and then turned to leave. If he had encountered them elsewhere, they most likely would have begun a chaotic battle. But in Dragon City, no one dared to simply start a fight.

For the next few days, Mo Wen stayed in the inn and concocted medicinal pills. As expected, the demand for business in the shop far exceeded supply. His prices were originally lower than others and the quality of his spiritual pills was better than others too. There were many rich people in Dragon City too, so he naturally could draw over a lot of business.

Fortunately, the medicinal herbs in the medicine spiritual ring were more than sufficient. At the same time, the shop also had an endless supply of medicinal herbs coming in. Thus, he was just about able to maintain the shop's operations.

But as time went on, more and more people knew about the shop. As the shop became more famous, business got better. Some people who had bought spiritual pills from the shop experienced effects that exceeded their expectations. Through their testimonies, even more people came when they heard about the shop.

No matter how fast Mo Wen concocted medicinal pills, he could not keep up with the demand. Also, if this continued, he would not be able to do anything all day aside from concocting medicinal pills.

To solve this problem, Mo Wen decided to sell them in limited amounts. The number of spiritual pills sold by the shop every day would be limited to a certain amount. Once they were all sold out, he would not sell more.

Gu Jingman had tried to visit a few times. Seeing that Mo Wen was so busy, she had left without saying anything.

In a secret room, Mo Wen sat crossed-legged on a cattail hassock. A cauldron furnace floated in front of him. It was the Flame Divine Furnace.

Right now, formless flames engulfed the Flame Divine Furnace, flickering non-stop. It was the Spiritless Clean Fire.

Ever since he had absorbed the spiritual fire, Mo Wen's Spiritless Clean Fire had finally shown some improvements. Right now, when he concocted spiritual pills, his efficiency and quality were increasing. The rank of spiritual pills he concocted also increased.

Also, the most frightening part of the Spiritless Clean Fire was not displayed in alchemy. Instead, it was the Spiritless Clean Fire itself. Once this fire appeared, most likely even Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivators would not dare to approach. Mo Wen had always kept this hidden as his trump card. Even when he was hunted by the vampire and was severely injured, he had not unleashed it.