"Today, I'm here to teach you the first lesson: if you want to become a true strongman, you must never be afraid of death.
When I was very young, when my father was training soldiers in the mortal realm, he said that once you go to the battlefield, your life is no longer yours; you must restrain your fear of death.
Actually, cultivation is the same. From the day you step into the cultivation world, either you willingly accept being trampled on, or if you can't, you have to fight desperately.
My original purpose in cultivation was to live with dignity, but later, I had a higher goal, so I worked even harder.
So, if you don't have a strong background and deep foundation, and you want to stand out, your only choice is to fight desperately.
Study hard, practice hard, and fight for every opportunity to become stronger.
If you want to change your fate, you have to pay a price—do you want something for nothing? That is absolutely impossible.
Don't blindly believe in some strange encounters or finding a heaven-defying treasure. Let me put it this way: even if you have a chance to have a chance, you need the strength to obtain it, or else you can just watch it slip away.
As for finding treasures? If you don't have that kind of strength, forget about being a heaven-defying treasure—even an ordinary treasure could bring you deadly danger.
To forge iron, one must be strong and strong enough to seize more opportunities.
Starting today, I will give you the strictest training, you ... You ... You ... And you... Come out. Long
Chen selected over four hundred people from the crowd in one breath, and with the elite group and Mu Qingyun and others, the total reached exactly five hundred.
Because according to the rules of the Divine Path Championship, the maximum number of players for each team is five hundred.
Mu Qingyun's pretty face was full of excitement; she knew Long Chen was working to build a strong competition team for her.
"The five hundred people I've selected are all quite talented. You are temporarily listed as the main team." Long Chen said.
As soon as Long Chen finished speaking, the chosen disciples erupted in cheers, while those who weren't felt a wave of disappointment.
"Those who get selected don't need to be happy, and those who don't need to be discouraged. Talent doesn't determine everything.
Moreover, the main team members undergo ranking assessments every ten days, and the bottom fifty are eliminated from the main team.
Then, the top fifty players from the backup teams will join the main team. As long as you are outstanding and hardworking, you will never be overlooked.
I'll give opportunities to everyone, but whether you can seize them depends on your own abilities.
Moreover, even if you don't make it into the main team, you still have to fight desperately to prepare for the next Divine Dao Battle.
This time, regardless of the Carefree Alliance's victory or defeat, Chu Kuang had already reached the peak of the Mortal Transformation Realm. No matter how much he suppressed him, he wouldn't last much longer and would inevitably advance to the Divine Fire Realm.
After advancing to the Divine Fire Realm, he was no longer qualified to participate in the Divine Dao Contest at the Metamorphosis Realm. That way, next time in the Divine Dao Competition, you wouldn't face powerful opponents.
Even without Qingyun and the others leading the team, you still have a great chance of winning. So, everyone needs to work hard and prepare for the next battle for supremacy. Got it? Long Chen shouted.
"Understood."
As Long Chen said this, the group of disciples who weren't selected immediately perked up and responded loudly.
Those selected disciples were a bit uneasy. Every ten days, a ranking match was held, and the bottom fifty were eliminated. That meant one out of every ten people was pushed out.
"The elite squad is divided into two teams. You are now teaching assistants. Please check each person's background for me." Long Chen said.
Li Cai and the others were overjoyed. All thirty-six of them had been promoted to assistant instructors, able to teach others—essentially half a mentor, and their status changed instantly.
In the past, they couldn't gain recognition from others. Now, following Long Chen, their fate had changed, and they began training disciples of the Xiaoyao Alliance the same way Long Chen first trained them.
Their vanity was greatly satisfied, because after Long Chen's hellish training, they realized the gap between themselves and these disciples was enormous, making teaching very easy.
But in their hearts, they didn't look down on these disciples at all, because just over a month ago, they were even worse than them. If it weren't for Long Chen, they would still be a bunch of useless people just sitting idly by.
The elite group began training disciples of the Xiaoyao Alliance, while Long Chen called Mu Qingyun over alone.
"Third Brother, I've finally been waiting for you to teach me." Mu Qingyun looked at Long Chen with beautiful eyes, admiration in his gaze, his face flushed with excitement.
Everyone likes to admire the strong, and Mu Qingyun was no exception. She longed even more to become stronger. Although Long Chen was younger and weaker in cultivation, he seemed to possess endless power, fearing no one.
Precisely because they were close in age and cultivation, people felt that if Long Chen was willing to teach, they would surely improve rapidly.
"What kind of weapon are you good at?" Long Chen asked.
"Sword,"
Mu Qingyun said confidently, holding the longsword in his hand.
Mu Qingyun, ranked second on the Divine Daoist Ranking, had profound mastery in swordsmanship. Although she couldn't defeat Chu Kuang, the top-ranked Chu Kuang, aside from Chu Kuang, no one among the outer academy disciples could match her.
"Sword?" I'm not very good with swordsmanship, but one of my brothers is a swordsmanship expert. I've learned a bit of swordsmanship too, but teaching you should be enough. Long Chen pondered for a moment and said.
"Third Brother, isn't that a bit ... to say that?" Mu Qingyun's expression changed slightly. Long Chen's words were a bit too harsh.
He wasn't skilled in swordsmanship, but with a subordinate, just a little bit of knowledge was enough to guide her. That was a bit too hurtful.
If someone else had said such things, Mu Qingyun would have turned hostile on the spot. But hearing it from Long Chen's mouth, although he felt a bit angry and upset, he didn't want to retort to Long Chen, lest he lose face.
Long Chen looked at Mu Qingyun and shook his head, "Do you think I've gone too far?" That's because you have no idea how terrifying my buddy is.
His talent is far greater than mine, and his destructive power is terrifying. "
Long Chen was referring to Yue Zifeng. He had always admired Yue Zifeng greatly; his talent and dedication to swordsmanship were truly astonishing.
If Long Chen didn't have the terrifying trump cards like the Chaos Pearl, Nine-Star Overlord Body Technique, and Dan Emperor's Memory, he wouldn't have the confidence to surpass Yue Zifeng in combat power.
"Talent is even greater than you, Third Brother?" Mu Qingyun was shocked; he could hardly believe it.
"There's no point in saying more. Here's what we'll do: if you can catch three of my swords, I'll join the Xiaoyao Alliance and become one of your members, participating in the Divine Dao Championship together." Long Chen said with a smile.
"Alright, everyone present can testify. It's a deal."
Mu Qingyun was overjoyed, afraid Long Chen might change his mind. He had already retreated three steps, sword in hand, and prepared himself for defense.
At this moment, everyone became excited. If Long Chen was willing to join the Xiaoyao Alliance, who could possibly resist them?
Long Chen took the longsword from an elite group disciple, glanced at Mu Qingyun, and shook his head:
"I was wrong. Three swords are too many. As long as you can catch one, you win."
"Clang!"
Suddenly, the long sword was drawn like a dragon's roar. The moment it was drawn, a fierce, unstoppable sword will erupted, as if the space itself was being torn apart. The disciples present felt a chill run down their spine.
"Clang"
Long Chen slashed down with his sword. Mu Qingyun's face instantly turned deathly pale. The long sword in her hand snapped, crashing to the ground with a clang. Long Chen had actually cut it off with one strike, and a stream of fresh blood appeared on Mu Qingyun's brow. Everyone was stunned for a moment.