Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood

And this year's Qingshi Tournament was even more significant as some nearby sect powers had suddenly come to observe.

Therefore, this year's Qingshi Tournament was going to be grander and more ceremonious than in previous years.

With the spread of this news, the entire Weiqing City boiled with excitement.

Taverns and hostels were packed to the brim almost every day.

Everyone was discussing the upcoming Qingshi Tournament.

After all, it was a great opportunity to make a name for oneself.

If one could become famous in a single battle, one could rise to greatness, becoming the focus of public attention and adoration.

With this in mind, everyone was rubbing their hands in anticipation, ready to showcase their skills in the Qingshi Tournament.

Under such an atmosphere, nearly all the inns in Weiqing City were filled to capacity.

Left with no choice, some visiting cultivators had to opt for camping out.

In such an atmosphere, the merchants of Weiqing City also took the opportunity to hike up their prices.

For a time, the whole of Weiqing City seemed immersed in the anticipation of the upcoming Qingshi Tournament.

After a few days, in a quiet corner by the window on the third floor of a certain inn,

A young man sat in a relatively serene spot.

The youth was dressed in a light blue robe, with eyebrows like sharp swords and stars for eyes, quite handsome in appearance.

He held a longsword in his hands, gently wiping it.

Across from him was a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was burly, with a face full of a thick beard, giving off a rugged look.

"If I'm not mistaken, this would be your third consecutive entry into the Qingshi Tournament, right?" The burly middle-aged man looked at the young man across from him and said lightly.

"Yes," the young man nodded and said, "Just luck."

"Are you planning to participate in this year's Qingshi Tournament as well?" the burly middle-aged man asked again.

"Naturally," the young man nodded and responded, "My aim this time is to break into the top ten ranks."

"Top ten?" The middle-aged man furrowed his brows and said, "That will be difficult."

"Indeed it's difficult," the young man nodded and acknowledged, "but not impossible."

Saying so, he resumed wiping his longsword.

The earnest way he did it seemed as if, in his eyes, this longsword outweighed everything else.

And sitting beside these two,

Clothed in a low-key robe,

And with a unique spirit sword tied at his waist,

The tender-looking youth was silently sitting by a table,

Quietly eating and drinking, while stealthily listening to the conversations of the people beside him.

And this youth, who looked rather young,

Came from Luo Family's ancestral land near Weiqing City, in Qingshi City.

His name, Luo Ze.

And the reason why Luo Ze had come to this so-called Weiqing City,

Was mainly because of...

His companion, Luo Yao.

Just a few days ago, Luo Yao, the Young Master of the Luo Family, said he had some business to take care of in Weiqing City.

Thus, he also brought out Luo Ze, who had hardly ever left the Luo Family's ancestral land, to come along.

To see the world and gain some experience.

For a sword cultivation practitioner like Luo Ze, this was still very important.

...

Upon hearing that this year's Qingshi Tournament was about to begin, Luo Ze felt a hint of excitement in his heart.

Not so much because the Qingshi Tournament was of great significance to him, but rather...

He wanted to see just how large the gap was between himself and these so-called talented youths.

With this thought, he became somewhat curious about the young man in the light blue robe.

He wanted to know what made this cultivator, who had entered the Qingshi Tournament three consecutive times, extraordinary.

Thinking this way, he turned his gaze back towards the neighboring table.

At the same time, he also started to pay closer attention to the burly youth at the next table.

This burly middle-aged man also appeared to be a cultivator, with a cultivation at Bone Refinement Perfection.

He seemed to know the young man in the light blue robe, and the two exchanged many words.

As time passed, the young man in the pale blue robe gradually caught Luo Ze's attention.

Because he had noticed something unusual about the young man's aura.

It wasn't the aura of cultivation, but rather a familiar one.

Sword Cultivator!

Yes, it was the aura of a Sword Cultivator.

The young man in the pale blue robe was a Sword Cultivator!

Once Luo Ze realized this, he began to observe the young man's every move intently.

And as he watched, he found that the young man's Sword Dao strength seemed quite formidable.

As the young man wiped his longsword, every action appeared natural, harmonious.

It felt as though he was one with the sword.

Thinking this, the anticipation in Luo Ze's eyes grew even stronger.

Sword Cultivators, a profession that truly demands talent.

Without adequate talent, it would be difficult to become a top Sword Cultivator.

Although Luo Ze was also a Sword Cultivator, his talent for the Sword Dao was not exceptional.

At least, compared to some cultivators with top-notch talent, he was far behind...

With these thoughts, he resumed his silent observation of the young man.

...

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

At the City Lord's Mansion, on a vast square.

At this moment, the spacious square was packed with people, crowded as far as the eye could see.

Cultivators from all sects had gathered here, and even some ordinary people from nearby had come to join in on the excitement.

After all, today was the day the Qingyun Ranking Contest began.

With that thought, everyone looked up at the tall competition stage.

Soon, figures one after another jumped onto the stage.

Each figure was a notable person on the Qingyun List, and among them, there were quite a few with considerable strength.

As these individuals appeared, the cultivators below started whispering amongst themselves.

They were discussing the strength of these people and speculating on who would win the contest.

With these thoughts, the entire square was enveloped in a buzz of voices.

And under such an atmosphere, the competition on the high stage was about to begin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, quiet!"

A commanding voice suddenly echoed across the square.

As the voice sounded, the square gradually grew silent.

Everyone looked up at the high stage.

There, a middle-aged man dressed in brocade stood with his hands behind his back.

His gaze swept across the crowd below, finally resting on a particular spot.

"I am Wei Wujie, the City Lord of Weiqing City," he spoke lightly, "Today's Qingyun Ranking Contest will be overseen by me."

As his words ended, a series of respectful murmurs rose across the square.

As a City Lord, Wei Wujie's strength had reached the late stages of the Blood Refining realm.

Such strength was considered quite remarkable in the territory centered around the Luo Family of Qingshi City.

With these thoughts, everyone looked at Wei Wujie with reverence.

Amidst this atmosphere, Wei Wujie looked again towards those on the high stage and said, "You are all elites of the Qingyun List, so this competition is very significant for all of you."

Saying that, he glanced at those on the stage and stated, "Begin."

As his words trailed off, the square was once again filled with noise.

And under such an atmosphere, the competition on the high stage officially started.

...

Following the conclusion of Wei Wujie's remarks, the current City Lord of Weiqing City, whose cultivation had already reached the late stages of Blood Refining realm, the venue erupted into an uproar.

And on the martial arena dedicated to combat.

At this moment, a robust-looking man who seemed to be in his thirties or forties but whose actual bone age was just over twenty, had resolutely taken his place on one of the martial stages.