95: Chapter 95 Concealing My Identity, First Entry into the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain

Early the next morning, just as the sky was growing faintly bright, a layer of thin mist had already risen beneath Qinghan Peak.

Zhao Ruoan had early on changed into a set of the most ordinary Outer Sect Disciple's coarse linen cyan robe of the Qingxuan Sect, with a lusterless wooden waist token hanging at his waist, upon which only a simple serial number was engraved.

Dressed like this, walking in a crowd, he belonged to the kind that even if a dog saw him, it would be too lazy to bark twice.

The two lasses, Qiuyin and Xiamo, had also changed into the grey skirt dresses of ordinary miscellaneous service female Disciples.

However, the foundations of these two lasses were too good; even if they dressed like bumpkins, their fair faces and limpid eyes were still quite endearing.

"Young Lord, dressed like this, will we really not be treated as soft persimmons and squeezed?"

Qiuyin tugged at the somewhat rough cuffs of her outfit, her small face wrinkling into a ball.

"What we want is precisely to be soft persimmons."

Zhao Ruoan reached out and flicked her forehead, grinning as he said, "Revered Master instructed that we must keep a low profile entering the mountain this time."

"Besides, only when others treat us as soft persimmons will they willingly deliver themselves to our doorstep."

"By then, who squeezes whom is still uncertain."

Xiamo nodded vigorously to the side, whispering, "Young Lord is right."

"If we dress too resplendently, others will run away as soon as they see us, so where would we go to snatch Yao Beast cores?"

"Xiamo still has good Comprehension Ability."

Zhao Ruoan gave Xiamo a thumbs-up, then waved his hand, "Let's go, gather at the Zongwu Hall square!"

The three strolled all the way along the mountain path, and before they even reached the large square of Zongwu Hall, chaotic clamors were already reaching their ears.

Today was the Qingxuan Sect's once-every-three-years Inner Sect Grand Competition; although it was brought forward, the enthusiasm of the entire Sect had not diminished in the slightest.

Tens of thousands of Disciples packed the gigantic square to the brim, filled everywhere with young Cultivators drawing swords, sharpening blades, and shouting harsh words at one another.

Zhao Ruoan led the two maidservants, squeezing into the crowd from a secluded corner, and found an unoccupied stone pillar to lean against.

His eyes glowed as he looked around, secretly calculating inwardly: Just how many fat sheep are here?

If each person could contribute one or two Yao Beast cores, wouldn't his points shoot straight up to the heavens?

As he was pondering, the crowd in the square suddenly parted to both sides, and a wave of commotion came from the front.

"Look quickly! It's the chief Disciple of Lieyang Peak, Senior Brother Zhang Kuang!"

"My goodness, the fiery Qi on his body is so terrifying; I heard he already broke through to the Late Stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm last month, and there will definitely be a spot for him in the top ten of this grand competition!"

A youth wearing a bright red brocade robe and carrying a heavy ghost-head saber strode over, followed by a dozen elite Disciples of Lieyang Peak, everyone holding their heads high and looking down their noses at people.

Zhang Kuang walked to the most conspicuous position of the square, crossed his arms and sneered, completely not putting the people around him in his eyes.

Not long after, another wave of exclamations arose.

"Senior Brother Li Qingfeng of Tianjian Peak has also come! Look quickly at the sword behind his back; is that a treasure personally bestowed by the Master of Tianjian Peak?"

A youth fluttering in white robes carried a long sword, walking past the crowd with a blank expression.

The entire person of his was like a newly unsealed sharp sword; any surrounding Disciples who approached within three chi of him felt their skin stinging in pain from the Sword Qi, instinctively dodging backward.

Zhao Ruoan watched with relish in the corner.

While picking his ear, he muttered inwardly: Act, keep acting.

That guy in red has floating footsteps and an unsteady lower stance; I could kick his leg to a break with a single kick.

And that sword-bearer, with his Sword Qi leaking out so fiercely, it purely shows his control is not up to par; if he truly encounters an expert, even his underpants could be seen right through by others.

At this moment, several ordinary Inner Sect Disciples nearby were chatting animatedly.

"Have you guys heard? The reason this grand competition was brought forward is entirely because our Sect produced an unparalleled ruthless figure!"

"Who doesn't know! That newly entered Uncle-Master Zhao, Zhao Ruoan, of Qinghan Peak!"

"It is said that a few days ago in the mining area, he alone hacked dozens of experts of the Demonic Path, and even a Devil Head of the Spirit Pill Realm was smashed to pieces by him!"

"Too ferocious! Do you guys think that Uncle-Master Zhao will come to participate in the grand competition today? If he comes, what the hell are we fighting for? We might as well just respectfully present our Yao Beast cores with both hands."

"Stop dreaming. He is the Personal Disciple of Peak Master Yun, his status is eight hundred tiers higher than ours, how could he roll around in the mud with a bunch of Inner Sect Disciples like us to fight for points?"

"He must be drinking tea and eating immortal fruits on Qinghan Peak."

Listening to this flattery, Zhao Ruoan felt extremely comfortable inside, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards uncontrollably.

He coughed lightly twice, leaned over and chimed in: "Senior Brothers, is that guy named Zhao Ruoan really that formidable? Maybe it was just good luck?"

Those few Disciples turned their heads to glance at Zhao Ruoan, seeing him wearing the most tattered coarse linen cyan robe and hanging a broken wooden waist token at his waist, their faces full of disgust.

"Go, go, go, what does a newbie like you understand? Is the taboo name of Uncle-Master Zhao something you can just call out casually?"

A green-robed Disciple rolled his eyes and lectured: "Get some discernment! Don't run around wildly after entering the Wanshou Mountain Range; with just your Body Refining stage fluctuations, you'd be swallowed in one gulp if you encounter a Tier 1 Yao Beast, and you're even bringing two dead weights along, truly courting death."

Hearing this, Qiuyin puffed up her cheeks in anger and just wanted to open her mouth to scold people, but was grabbed by Zhao Ruoan.

Zhao Ruoan smiled honestly at the green-robed Disciple: "Many thanks for the reminder, Senior Brother, I have remembered it. Once I enter the mountain, I will definitely walk around it."

Right at this moment, from the Void Realm directly in front of the square, a deafening bell chime came.

Several white-haired Elders of Zongwu Hall rose into the air riding swords, overlooking the tens of thousands of Disciples below.

"The time has arrived! The trial Formation of the Wanshou Mountain Range has opened!"

The leading Elder's voice was loud and clear, spreading across the entire square: "You have long been clear on the rules. With a duration of one month, hunting Yao Beasts and acquiring Yao Beast cores are the points categories."

"It is permitted to seize others' waist token points, but absolutely no harm must come to their lives! Violators will have their cultivation crippled and be expelled from the Sect!"

As soon as the Elder's voice fell, the ultra-large teleportation Formation in the center of the square rumbled into operation, and a dazzling white light soared into the sky.

"Everyone, enter the Formation!"

Tens of thousands of Disciples rushed crazily toward the center of the Formation like sharks smelling blood.

Zhang Kuang, Li Qingfeng, and others took the lead, transforming into beams of light that vanished inside the teleportation array first.

"Let's go too."

Zhao Ruoan grabbed the wrists of Qiuyin and Xiamo on his left and right, leisurely stepping into the Formation following the flow of people.

A white flash appeared before their eyes, and all the clamor in their ears vanished completely.

When their vision cleared, the three were already stepping on a damp, muddy patch of withered leaves.

All around were towering ancient trees reaching up to the clouds, and the air was permeated with a heavy smell of rotting leaves and a faint scent of blood.

In the distance, a few low beast roars faintly came, shaking the leaves to rustle down.

"Young Lord, this place is so huge, where are we walking?"

Xiamo looked around curiously.

Just as Zhao Ruoan was about to speak, a rush of rustling suddenly came from the bushes beside them.

Following closely, three wild boar Yao Beasts the size of small calves, covered all over in black thorns, rushed out from the grass, their small crimson eyes staring fixedly at the three of them, foul-smelling saliva flowing from their mouths.

"Tier 1 Medium Grade, Black Thorn Pig."

Zhao Ruoan glanced at it, not even having the desire to move.

The two Black Thorn Pigs let out a roar, opened all four hooves, and slammed fiercely toward Zhao Ruoan who was standing at the very front, carrying a gust of fierce wind.

Those sharp tusks flashed with cold light in the dim forest.

Zhao Ruoan stood in place motionless, even having time to yawn.

He pondered inwardly: This thing has thick skin and dense flesh, the meat must be stringy and not delicious, only the Yao Beast core can exchange for two points.

Seeing that the tusks were about to poke his chest, Zhao Ruoan leisurely lifted his right foot and kicked forward casually.