Eternal Taoist King Chapter 7

"I

would like to have a try, I have never participated in a match. I am curious

about it…" Song Ning said shyly and he knew that what Qiu Yue said was

reasonable.

Qiu

Yue frowned, "Ok, after they finished fighting, you go ahead and I will help

you select an opponent."

"Thank

you, Qiu Yue." Song Ning cupped his hands.

"Wang

Dalei wins," after saying that Qiu Yue pointed at one person offstage, "Sun Mu,

come up."

Sun

Mu confounded a moment, then jumped onto the stage, "Yes, Qiu Yue!"

"Song

Ning, come up." cried Qiu Yue again.

Song

Ning held his fists and came up onto the stage.

Sun

Mu looked at Song Ning. He was a new comer and even walked onto the stage…

"Sun

Mu, Song Ning recovered from injuries and began to cultivate not long ago. He

just comes to experience the match. You should control yourself," said Qiu Yue.

Sun

Mu smiled, "Thank you, Qiu Yue."

Qiu

Yue frowned, "Thank me? If you are not the ordinary disciple with the lowest

cultivation, I wouldn't allow you to compete with Song Ning."

Sun

Mu rubbed his head embarrassedly and smiled, then turned to Song Ning, "Song

Ning, you go first. I will let you."

"Thank

you, brother. I haven't participated in such a match, please instruct me." Song

Ning felt delighted at this moment. He desired to match cultivation against

someone long time ago and he would fulfill his dream right now.

"Hha,

I must teach you in earnest, you go first." Sun Mu waited with his hands at the

back.

Song

Ning had no idea how to fight and he just followed what his senior brothers and

sisters had done just now, "Thanks, brother Sun."

As

Song Ning ended his words, he raised his hands and gathered spiritual gas together

in his fists. With a foot wag, he rushed at Sun Mu.

Sun

Mu laughed, "Brother Song, this move cannot…"

Sun

Mu raised his hands to defend as he spoke, but he felt the spiritual gas from

Song Ning's fists before he finished the sentence.

Bang!

Sun

Mu took several steps back, smell of blood rising from his throat, then he spit

out the blood.

There

was complete silence and Sun Mu's right arm was totally numb. He looked pale

and stared at Song Ning in shock.

Song

Ning was startled. He just wanted to throw a punch with full strength but he

injured Sun Mu unexpectedly.

"Are

you okay, Sun?" Song Ning came to him immediately and asked.

"You,

you hurt me deliberately!" shouted Sun Mu.

Qiu

Yue jumped onto the trial stage and stopped Song Ning, "Have you hid your spiritual

gas before?"

"No,

I haven't." Song Ning was confused.

Other

disciples present were familiar with Sun Mu but didn't know Song Ning. Sun Mu

let him, but he injured Sun Mu ruthlessly. They all felt injustice done to Sun

Mu.

"Qiu

Yue, what's wrong with him?"

"It's

unreasonable to hurt someone in a martial skill match. He broke rules, didn't

he?"

"He

should be banned from the match!"

All

ordinary disciples shouted and some even cursed Song Ning.

"Senior

brothers and sisters, I just focused on exerting full strength, I didn't mean

to hurt Sun," explained Song Ning.

While

the disciples were still criticizing, Qiu Yue shouted, "Shut up!"

Silence

was all around and Qiu Yue looked at Song Ning, "You are disqualified, just

leave us."

"Senior

sister Qiu Yue, I…"

"Leave!"

Biting

his lip, Song Ning bowed to Qiu Yue and then to Sun Mu, "I'm sorry, Sun."

The

ordinary disciples didn't believe Song Ning was indeed strong enough to hurt

Sun Mu. They thought Song Ning pretended to be weak and made a successful

attack. Thus their antipathy to Song Ning was aggravated.

Being

glowered by the crowd, Song Ning left sadly. As applause and cheers went up

again, Song Ning sighed bitterly.

In

the following time, Song Ning almost cultivated in his room and got out for

fresh air a few times. When coming across the ordinary disciples, no one talked

to him and some even wished they could teach him a lesson.

Song

Ning was found to be isolated by all disciples.

At

every night, when he looked at the sky beside the window after cultivating, he

missed his adoptive father, senior brothers and sisters. Thirteen years, they

had been lived together for thirteen years. But they were all killed because of

a dream.

It

was impossible that Song Ning had no grudge against Leng Yuexiao. Song Ning blamed

himself for sleepiness more. If he hadn't slept, he would not have saw what

happened and caused a massacre.

Day

by day, Song Ning's spiritual gas increased unceasingly. According to the

technique booklet, his spiritual gas should have been in the fifth level of

Energy Gathering Stage, however, he seemed to be still in the first level.

"No

wonder my adoptive father suggested that I was unsuitable for cultivation."

Song Ning sighed bitterly, maybe he couldn't take revenge until he lived

another life.

At

this point, Song Ning heard a noise from outside. He got out and saw quite a

few disciples walking to Tianhe City center in small groups.

"Brother,

is there something good?"

"Sister,

what happened?

While

these disciples just walked over him, no one answered him and some even didn't look

at him.

Song

Ning felt wronged with tears but he followed the crowd.

All

disciples of Tianhe City walked towards its center, ordinary disciples in

white, official disciples in blue, inter disciples in red and core disciples in

purple.

Amongst

these disciples, a male disciple in silver attracted Song Ning's eyes. He

carried a long sword and stood on the high stage beside a chair with his hands

clasped behind his back. He carried an arrogant air. Some elders were seated in

chairs. They should be the seniors of all major schools.

In

front of them, a match stage of one thousand square meters stood. Song Ning

understood the competition among three Schools was ready to begin.

"Look,

here comes sister Leng!"

In

the distance, Leng Yuexiao in colorful clothes was coming with flowers flying

beneath. She landed on the high stage and bowed to the elders before her, "Dear

elders, sorry, I'm late."

"Not

at all, we are waiting the Taoist friends from other two schools." The masters

was seated in the center. She stood up while others beside them followed her.

They looked far into the distance.

Several

clouds appeared in the sky, holding twenty-four person.

"Welcome,

Taoist friends of Sunset Mountain and Cloud Mountain." The master shouted.

"Hha,

Taoist Red Maple, how are you?" A purple-haired elder laughed in the air.

Four

of the twenty four people landed on the high stage and the rest on the match

stage. Song Ning looked at them carefully. He supposed that every school should

send ten disciples to the competition, each two disciples representing one

level.