The Unbeatable Uncle-Grandmaster

Chapter 41: Mountain Gate Tournament

According to historical records, the Purple Spirit Race had a total of three great tribes, and the leaders of each tribe were all Legendary Stage experts.

Three hundred years ago, the Purple Spirit Race fought the coalition forces of the Four Major Sects and suffered heavy losses. Two of their leaders were killed on the spot, and only one survived.

Then, the Purple Spirit Race was forced to leave the Southern Land and hide at the border between the Southern Land and the Western Land. The environment there is harsh, and resources are scarce. There was hardly any spirit qi there. No matter what race lived there, they would eventually be forced to perish.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred years had passed. Even if the Purple Spirit Race did not perish, they would at least become much weaker. How could they return and encroach on the Southern Lands?

This is also why the comments on the article believe that the title was only written to attract attention. Most people believe that the so-called Purple Spirit Race is nothing to fear. After all, it has been three hundred years.

Qin Jue continued reading and found many images of the Purple Spirit Race. He immediately revealed a strange expression.

Each of these purple demons had a sturdy body, and they had a formidable body. They were like giants, and even their women were no exception. They can be called King Kong Barbie.

But the most important of all is that their skin is purple.

One should know that on Earth, purple represents more than just color.

This made Qin Jue remember a king level expert who liked to wrestle.

"I wonder if this news is true."

Qin Jue was rather curious.

The current Four Great Sects were no longer the same Four Great Sects three hundred years ago. They occupied a large amount of cultivation resources and would produce many experts every year. Experts were now as ordinary as clouds, and even if the Purple Spirit Race had already recovered, they were still far from being able to match the strength of the Four Great Sects.

Unless the Purple Spirit Race had gone through some sort of fortuitous encounter and their strength increased tremendously, otherwise, they would only seek death by provoking the Four Major Sects.

“Heh, why am I thinking this? It has nothing to do with me anyway.”

Shaking his head, Qin Jue laughed.

He does not want to be a savior. Moreover, with the strength of the Four Major Sects, he also had nothing to worry about.

Qin Jue spent the rest of the day reading the spirit tablet. It has to be said that apart from not being able to play games, these devices are basically no different from tablets. Especially no need to charge. It only required the input of spirit energy. That's very comfortable.

The only regrettable thing was that there were regional restrictions on spirit tablets, so Qin Jue could only read about the things that happened in the Southern Land. However, Qin Jue was still curious about the things happening elsewhere.

In fact, with Qin Jue's strength, it would be very easy for him to go anywhere, but he was too lazy. If he was given the choice to sit or stand, he would always choose to sit. And if the choice is between sitting and lying down, he will always choose to lie down. Otherwise, why would any sane person choose to stay in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect for 10 years?

If it was someone else, they would probably rule the world and show off.

“Uncle-Grandmaster, I participate in the sect competition tomorrow. Will you come and watch?”

After the girl finished her cultivation, she said to Qin Jue, her little face showing a hint of hope.

He did not have many friends in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect, and Qin Jue was the only person he knew.

“Tournament Gate Mountain?”

Qin Jue was stunned for a moment. It took a while to remember that the Mountain Gate Tournament was a tournament that was always held by the Xuanyi Mountain Sect. Whether it was inner or outer sect disciples, as long as they were under 25 years old, they could participate. Many elders, including sect masters, would also watch the tournament and recruit extraordinary talents to nurture.

Moreover, the top ten would receive a huge reward. It was somewhat similar to training in the Black Forest. The difference was that training in the Black Forest was for hunting ferocious beasts, whereas the Mountain Gate Tournament was for competing with fellow disciples.

When Qin Jue was six years old and had just been accepted as a disciple by the previous sect master, he had participated in the tournament once and easily defeated everyone and obtained first place. After that, he never fought again. As time went on, Bai Ye also stopped telling him about the tournament.

Qin Jue did not expect that tomorrow would be the day of the sect tournament.

Luo Weiwei had joined the Xuanyi Mountain Sect for less than three months and was still considered a new disciple. If she was a normal girl, she would be eliminated in the first round, but the girl's talent was the best. In just three months, he had already stepped onto the peak of the Yellow Stage. If nothing strange happened, it would be fine for him to enter the top ten or even the top five.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Jue asked, "Will your cultivation technique not be revealed?"

"Not as long as I don't use my full strength."

The girl said confidently.

"Good."

Qin Ju nodded.

Even though Qin Jue had already told Bai Ye, she still thought that she personally had to go and see herself to be safe.

"Hehe, I know Uncle-Grandmaster will be fine with that."

After saying this, the girl happily ran away, leaving Qin Jue speechless.

The next day, the pleasant sound of bells echoed throughout the Xuanyi Mountain Sect, indicating that the sect tournament was about to begin.

"Sir, it's time for your announcement."

“Alright, I understand.”

Bai Ye opened her eyes and nodded.

"But before that, I have a question for both of you."

“Master, please talk. We will tell you everything we know. ”

Say both in unison.

“Why... are you so far away from me?”

“…”

Bai Ye was sitting cross-legged at the end of the hall, looking like a sage. Zhang Jichen and Wu Ying were standing outside the hall, over a hundred meters away.

“Uh... This is because we are worried we will affect Master's cultivation.”

Zhang Jichen hurriedly replied.

"I am too."

Wu Ying nodded repeatedly.

“…”

“Hmph! A bunch of unfaithful brats! ”

Bai Ye snorted. "Don't think I don't know the real reason you're standing so far away!"

“…”

Both of them were silent and did not dare to argue.

"Let's go."

Bai Ye did not continue to pursue this matter. Ever since he had experienced the power of the pill, he had already understood the difficulty these two disciples faced. Or perhaps, it could be said that it had been extremely lucky for Zhang Jichen and Wu Ying to be able to survive until now.

"Yes." Yeah."

The two looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

The location where the Mountain Gate Tournament was held was a spacious square that could accommodate thousands of people. Four battles could be held simultaneously there.

When Bai Ye and her two disciples arrived, the square was already filled with people. On the high platform beside them were many higher-ups of the Xuanyi Mountain Sect. The First Elder, Wang Quan, was also among them.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

"Greetings, Sect Master."

Everyone immediately bowed.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

The disciples below shouted as well.

At this moment, Bai Ye was standing in the sky, and she looked as tall as a mountain. Coupled with his sage-like appearance, he could be said to have an imposing aura.

However, as Bai Ye sat down, the people closest to her clearly moved their bottoms, revealing their intention to move away.

That can't be avoided. In this half a month, the psychological trauma that Bai Ye had left behind was simply too great. Earlier, an elder nearly fainted because of Bai Ye. Although Bai Ye had returned to normal now, they subconsciously chose to avoid her.

“Sekte Master, the first round of the draw has ended. We can start.”

First Elder reported.

"Good."

Bai Ye nodded and raised her voice, "With this I announce that the Mountain Gate Tournament has officially begun ..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Ye's eyes suddenly widened as she looked into the distance with an expression of disbelief.

Everyone felt a sense of abnormality and followed Bai Ye's gaze. They saw a handsome young man dressed in snow-white clothes who was walking unhurriedly. He held a pot of wine in his hand, and he looked like an immortal being that had descended into the mortal world.

In an instant, the entire square became silent. Soon after, someone shouted, “Uncle-Grandmaster! It's Uncle-Grandmaster!”