Infinite Regressor: SSS-Ranked Skill In Cultivation World!
Chapter 37: Xing Yue

Chapter 37: Xing Yue

The past few month, this phantom figure lingered in his mind. Everyone believed that he disappeared into obscurity.

Even the Zhao young master was ignored despite issuing a challenge to Shi Jing.

However, Zhao Ping had some hope. You can even say that his attitude toward Shi Jing was a form of investment.

It was his far sighted as well as wit that allows him to walk this far on the path of cultivation. If not for this, how could an ordinary person like himself achieve his current position?

Thus, even now, his attitude was unchanged.

"It is good to see you again, junior Jing. Everyone thought you... gave up when you ignored young master Zhao challenge."

"Are you here to participate in the Inner Court competition?"

Shi Jing was surprised that Zhao Ping still maintained that attitude from their first meeting.

Naturally, this was a good thing, he didn’t display any slight against it.

"That’s right."

However, upon hearing about the challenge, he frowned.

"What challenge? How come this is the first time I hear about this?" He repeated, clearly surprised.

But inwardly, he couldn’t careless.

Zhao Ping was different, to him, this matter was not to be treated lightly.

"Did junior Zheng not pass the letter to you?" He murmured. In the end, he shook his head and sighed.

"It doesn’t matter, that is the past."

Then, he leaned in closer to whisper at Shi Jing’s ears.

"Junior Jing, young master Zhao refuse the Inner disciple position from the last competition... I suspect he wanted to wait for you and compete with you!"

Shi Jing sneered, he find it ridiculous.

Clearly, he had never offended Zhao Gongzu, what problem does the this young master have with him?

However, what caught his attention is why Zhao Ping is willing to tell him this. After all, guessing from his name, they should be from the same family.

He can’t help but asked out of curiosity.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Zhao Ping was smart and scheming, easily seeing through Shi Jing thought.

"Junior brother, lets just say that not everyone in the Zhao family like Young Master Gongzu."

He didn’t answered directly, simply wearing a wry smile.

Hearing this, Shi Jing could somewhat understood the hidden meaning under his words.

Zhao Ping didn’t speak further as he record Shi Jing information down into a bamboo scroll.

After doing so, he left Shi Jing with a piece of information that is worth mentioning while handing him a cultivation art for Qi-Refiners.

"Young Master Gongzu has reached the Middle of Qi-Refinement, perhaps just a hair away from Late Stage... Be careful." He warned.

"Thank you, senior brother." Shi Jing nodded with a smile, stuffing the cultivation art manual into his clothes.

After updating his information as well as receiving the cultivation art, he headed toward the inner court.

The inner court competition ground stretched across a vast circular plaza, its diameter spanning three hundred zhang.

Large enough to accommodate thousands of spectators while providing ample space for the outer court disciple to compete.

At its heart is the primary sparring arena, a raised octagonal platform constructed from pristine iron stone mined from nearby spirit vein. Each stone block inscribed with a defensive formations that could withstand the full force of a Wandering Sea Realm cultivator without so much as a crack.

At the same time, along the border of the spectator seat, outside the formation, there was several robed figure surrounding the edge.

Their status was not ordinary. Just prying with his spiritual sense, he could recall that familiar feeling again.

’Dao Seed Realm expert!’

This sight startled him. These Dao Seed Realm expert are clearly elders of the inner court.

But upon recalling the regarding the current time of the year, he understood immediately.

Besides the inner court competition held every three month which only involved outer court disciple.

There is also the Great Inner competition at the end of the year which involves the inner disciple!

The prize for both competition is different. Naturally, if the prize of the Great Inner Competition wasn’t great, then why would the inner disciple be enticed?

’Perhaps in this competition, there might even be Wandering Sea Inner disciple!’

At the same time, Shi Jing sense was pricked by a familiar Dao Seed Realm expert aura. Upon recalling where he felt this before, he froze.

’This person is definitely the one I encountered after killing Elder Wang!’ Inwardly, Shi Jing was startled and a little tensed.

However, he didn’t show any change or disturbance on the surface, maintaining an indifferent attitude as he walked further away from the spectator area.

In the instant that Shi Jing glanced at the robed figure, they also looked at him.

’Is it that child, Shi Jing? Early-Stage Qi-Refinement... This talent is nothing much. Why did that fellow Ming Feng recommend this child?’

She thought inwardly.

The wind blew against her hood, revealing her soft feminine face. Her eyes were glittered with sword intent as her identity came to light.

Xing Yue, an acquaintance of Ming Feng in the past, teacher of Lin Xue, and an inner elder of the Sword Cloud Manor.

"Why do I feel like I met him somewhere before?" It was a peculiar sensation. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. After all, this should be their first meeting.

As a Dao Seed Realm expert, she was confident in her memory. So there should be no mistake in her memory.

For a long period of time, her gaze lingered on Shi Jing’s back.

This caused him to frown.

’I haven’t provoke you in this life... Why are you watching me so intensely?’ With his spiritual sense, he could clearly feel her gaze.

Not to mention, she wasn’t even trying to hide it. This made his expression darkened even more.

Her action actually draw the attention of the few nearby elders who happened to pay attention to her spiritual sense.

Shi Jing stopped in front of the area edge.

The wave of spiritual sense washing over him cause his lips to twitched in annoyance.

At the same time, the registration elder barely glanced up from his bamboo scroll as Shi Jing approached, his Foundation Establishment aura pressing down with casual disdain.

"Name, cultivation, and age," he repeated in a flat, bored tone, as if speaking to Shi Jing was beneath his status.

When Shi Jing didn’t immediately respond, the elder’s eyes finally lifted, scanning him with undisguised contempt.

"What? Are you deaf, boy?"