Chapter Fifty-Seven: Brother Luo, Please Guide Me!

The purple light spread, gradually enveloping Feng Mo’s entire body.

Although it was clear that Feng Mo had already completed his breakthrough, no one dared to raise their voice in excitement; even hushed whispers were rare. The only sound audible was the deliberately suppressed gasp of astonishment.

Could it truly be so miraculous?

Though Luo Tian’s reputation had spread far and wide in recent times, people remained skeptical of things they had not witnessed with their own eyes. Even those who had previously seen Luo Tian guide others in their cultivation would still harbor doubts about its authenticity.

If it worked once, one might say it was all arranged beforehand.

If it succeeded two or three times, perhaps luck could be credited.

But to enable more than a dozen outer disciples at the initial stage of Qi Condensation to break through at once, and now, before the eyes of all, to help Feng Mo—a cultivator already at the sixth cycle of Qi Condensation—step directly into the late stage?

How could this possibly be fake?

Senior Brother Luo is simply remarkable.

Compared to others, disciples like Yang Qing, Li Yang, and Wang Dazhi, who were already aware of Luo Tian’s abilities, remained calm. Still, they felt a surge of joy seeing Luo Tian gain recognition in such a public setting.

Let’s see who dares to doubt Senior Brother Luo’s abilities now!

Shen Lingfeng curled his lip with disdain. Hmph, mere tricks. In the world of cultivators, without strength, you’re nothing but an ant to be trampled. That brat has been slippery lately, always managing to evade me. But now, with the Eastern Competition underway, I’ll be sure to give him a lesson he won’t forget, and let him show off in front of these ants!

Within the violet glow, Feng Mo slowly rose to his feet, his expression complicated as he looked at Luo Tian. His lips moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.

“Hey, Qingshan, this guy does have some skill!” Tang Yu nudged Chen Qingshan with his elbow, his tone tinged with surprise. In the cultivation world, there were indeed those with extraordinary talents or special constitutions—there had even been a few in the Divine Sun Sect before—so it wasn’t entirely unheard of. Still, for Luo Tian to be able to instruct others in their cultivation was truly intriguing.

“What, do you want to give him the name Tang Tian now?” Chen Qingshan replied blandly.

“Pfft, hardly!” Tang Yu scoffed, shaking his head. “If he could guide late-stage Qi Condensation cultivators from the Four Great Clans, that’d be something! And if he could even instruct someone in understanding true intent, he’d probably be sent straight to the top!”

“You needn’t have ended your cultivation so soon,” Luo Tian remarked to Feng Mo, his expression calm and with a faint smile. “Having just broken through, it’s fine to spend some time consolidating your realm. There’s no need to worry, Junior Brother Feng. I can wait until you’ve stabilized your energy before we fight.”

Senior Brother Luo is so magnanimous!

Li Yang couldn’t help clenching his fists, his gratitude and admiration for Luo Tian reaching new heights. Simple-minded as he was, he’d received Luo Tian’s guidance for only a hundred contribution points and managed to break through. Now, seeing Luo Tian neither leveraging his favor nor seeking repayment, and even willing to give his opponent time to grow for a fair match, Li Yang immediately regarded Luo Tian as the most worthy of respect among his senior brothers.

“Senior Brother Luo truly is a gentleman!”

“Indeed, indeed!”
“That’s the kind of senior brother everyone should look up to—the kind of outstanding disciple our Divine Sun Sect should have!”

Hearing the outer disciples’ discussions, Tang Yueran felt a bit odd. Luo Tian’s abilities were certainly impressive, but he didn’t seem quite so high-minded. After all, when he’d first become an outer disciple, he’d insisted she address him as ‘senior brother’—clearly, there was something peculiar about him in this regard. In any case, he was certainly not as pure-hearted as everyone thought.

Her father had advised her to befriend Luo Tian, and while Tang Yueran was willing to do so, she still had her own opinions of him.

Is this guy really thinking of making a move after I benefited from his guidance?

Luo Tian noticed the hesitation on Feng Mo’s face and couldn’t help but muse inwardly. Honestly, the experience points he’d just gained were higher than before. If his guess was right, it was because breakthroughs from mid to late stages were not the same as simply advancing within a single tier.

Of course, it would be best if he could keep his strength hidden for as long as possible; that way, when he faced late-stage Qi Condensation disciples, he could shake their resolve. If he could avoid fighting Feng Mo, he would.

His display of generosity toward Feng Mo stemmed from his confidence in being able to suppress him. If his opponent had been a late-stage cultivator to begin with, Luo Tian would have waited to win before showing off his senior brotherly demeanor.

“Senior Brother Luo, I, Feng Mo, concede!”

Hearing that Luo Tian was willing to give him time to consolidate his realm, Feng Mo was deeply moved. His gaze toward Luo Tian changed, and he said, “I had wanted to exchange a few moves with Senior Brother, but now I see there’s no point. My heart is unsettled—if we fought, I’d lose anyway.”

“I admit defeat!”

With that, Feng Mo decisively jumped down from the platform and left to find a place to consolidate his newfound level, not lingering a moment longer.

“Well…”

The inner disciple in charge of this platform was astonished. The two hadn’t even exchanged blows—one had even helped the other advance in cultivation, and that was it.

“Luo Tian wins!”

The inner disciple announced the result, his tone conflicted, his voice lacking its usual strength.

Such an unprecedented match was a first for everyone.

The six outer disciples on the remaining three platforms exchanged glances with their opponents before continuing their matches. Strangely, their fights all seemed somewhat lackluster.

Many had intended to showcase their strength in this Eastern Competition, only to have Luo Tian steal the spotlight—winning without even a single move. What was the point in fighting now?

Those who followed wrapped up their matches without much enthusiasm.

Fifty contestants, paired off for combat, four platforms running simultaneously—soon, twenty-five winners emerged.

On the elevated platform, Liu Neng watched Luo Tian with interest, his expression calm. His steady voice carried across the grounds, reaching every outer disciple as though he stood right beside them. “Among the twenty-five victors, one will receive a bye. The remaining twenty-four will compete for twelve spots in the next round!”

As Elder Liu finished speaking, the inner disciples once again tossed out twenty-five numbered tokens.

A bye! A bye!

Luo Tian caught a token as it flew toward him, silently praying. He was, after all, a protagonist with the halo of fate—the transmigrator with divine sight, Senior Brother Luo. If he didn’t have a bit of luck, what else could he rely on?

Let me teach this Luo Tian a lesson!

Shen Lingfeng shot Luo Tian a cold glance, all manner of thoughts running through his mind.

Tang Yueran smiled slightly, her jade-like hand reaching out to grab a token. If she ended up fighting Senior Brother Luo, she wondered if she could truly match him.

If this guy could guide late-stage Qi Condensation cultivators, now that would be interesting!

Tang Yu stood tall, catching his token in one swift motion.

Seeing the number one on his token, Luo Tian was momentarily speechless. Wasn’t this just his luck—destined, after all, to reveal his strength earlier than he’d wanted?

He sighed inwardly at his fate, but seeing the inner disciple acting as referee signal to him, Luo Tian shook his head. What must come would come. Since that was the case, he might as well show his strength properly and let Shen Lingfeng know he was no pushover!

“Is Senior Brother Luo finally going to fight?”

“I can’t wait! To reach the sixth cycle of Qi Condensation in just over two months—whether from a lucky encounter or not, he must be quite formidable!”

“I wouldn’t get my hopes up. If Senior Brother Luo can guide others in cultivation, it’s unlikely he also has outstanding combat power. No one can excel in everything, after all.”

“I agree…”

Luo Tian stepped up to the platform, leaping lightly onto it.

“Chen Jiayang,” his opponent introduced himself.

“Luo Tian.”

After exchanging names, Luo Tian’s body sank into a ready stance, energy already stirring in his core.

The Liu, Shen, Tang, and Chen families made up the Four Great Clans of the Divine Sun Sect—proud and haughty, not easily convinced. Luo Tian knew he’d likely have to fight before they’d truly recognize his strength and abilities.

This would be his first match today. It had to be decisive.

He reminded himself to remain focused but unafraid. His previous battle with Sun Huangkun had given him some experience, and he was eager to hone himself through more combat.

Yet, what he’d anticipated did not come to pass; instead, his expectations were wasted.

Chen Jiayang looked utterly ordinary, save for the occasional spark of intelligence in his eyes. Without even summoning his energy, he bowed slightly, voice respectful and tinged with excitement. “Senior Brother Luo, please guide me!”

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