Pokemon In Cultivation World

A week later, Scarlet Flame Sect.

Today was the day of the tournaments for spots in the inner sect. The whole outer sect was buzzing with activity, everyone was excited. The sect sends a servant to each outer disciple's cave to ensure no one misses the exam because they forgot.

But some are in closed-door cultivation, and do not want be disturbed. The sect still send servants to remind them anyway, which normally ends with the disciple getting enraged. What happens to the poor unlucky servants who were only following orders then? The sect doesn't care. Thankfully, closed door is cultivation is quite rare, specially among cultivators of low ranks.

Zhao Long was going to watch this year's tournament. The mission hall didn't open today since it's a special occasion, so he was free the whole day.

'This year doesn't really have any outstanding geniuses,huh?' Zhao Long didn't hear about any genius in the outer sect this year.

'What I am even thinking, I'm a weakling who doesn't even dare participate anyway...' He shook his head and mockingly laughed.

Zhao Long was not a servant, he was a disciple. He only worked at missions hall because it was a safe and stable way to earn money. The sect rarely put any servant working on the library or the missions hall because both had precious treasures to even cultivators. They didn't want any servant to go crazy and try stealing something.

Zhao Long was in the sect for three years and only reached the fourth stage of the Body Refinement Realm, it was obvious his talent was bad. To make things worse, the sect had a rule that anyone who is 25 years old and still didn't manage to enter the inner sect gets expelled.

They did this to motivate the disciples to grow faster, and it wasn't a unique rule to the Scarlet Flame Sect, as other sects also did it, only with the age limit slightly higher or lower. Evil sects didn't have any age limits as their tournaments had no rules preventing killing during matches, so if you failed you were most likely going to die so there is no need.

Zhao Long was 23 years old, he only had two years left. But he already lost his fighting spirit after failing three times, so all he wanted to do now was earn the most money possible and go back home to stay with his family to live a comfortable life.

The sect had two arenas, one for people above 20 years old and one for those below that age. This was made to prevent geniuses from being defeated by those who have more experience and to make it more fair.

Zhao Long went to the arena of those below twenty years old, as he felt uncomfortable going to the other one as he would constantly think about how he could be fighting there, instead of just watching.

The place was bustling, but the massive size of the arena made it seem like there was not that much people in there. As the entire outer sect was being tested, both arenas were quite large and divided into sections were the fights happened, or else they would spend the whole day there.

Zhao Long casually found a seat as he looked around, the audience was filled with outer disciples gathered in groups or those who were alone. They were all either waiting for their turn to fight while watching others or simply didn't want to participate. Not participating was quite common as some people did not feel like they were ready yet.

"Hmm? Hey that's, Senior Brother Fang!!" A disciple who was together with his friend suddenly said.

"What? Why would he come here? Are you sure it's him?" The other disciple had a look of doubt.

"I'm sure, look there!!" He pointed to a direction.

Zhao Long was just beside them and heard everything, he curiously looked at the direction the disciple pointed. Two people were walking up to the audience looking for seats. They were both wearing uniforms of inner disciples, which had a darker shade of red than outer disciples uniform.

The one walking in front had a cold gaze as he didn't bother looking around. The person behind him who looked younger had a more approachable face but if anyone looked long enough into his eyes, they would see a hidden coldness even stronger than the one walking in front. Zhao Long realized who these guys were by the conversation around him.

The one walking in front was Fang Qing, someone who recently got famous around the sect for reaching the Qi Emission realm at a young age of 19 years old, which was something pretty rare even in the inner sect, as Scarlet Flame Sect wasn't really focused on combat. The one behind him was Xun Yu, he wasn't particularly outstanding but he was still a inner sect disciple at a young age.

The sect is divided into two parts, one where they teach martial arts and one where they teach alchemy. The sect cultivators had always been somewhat weaker than other sects of the same grade as the sect didn't really have any powerful martial technique or cultivation method suitable for combat, their main focus was alchemy. Combat geniuses rarely came here, only alchemy geniuses were attracted.

Not everything was bad for them though, they monopolized pill production in the Sun Bird Country and had a strong influence in the surrounding countries too. Alchemists status also weren't low as they normally had strong cultivators as friends, so most people did not want to mess with a sect that was full of them.

Still, a lot of people ignore danger if the price is good, and a sect like the Scarlet Flame Sect that was filled with money, treasures, valuable alchemists and had a weak combat strength compared to sects of the same grade was a perfect target for these greedy people.

Zhao Long wondered why those two were here, inner disciples didn't bother watching these kinds of tournaments as there was nothing impressive about it for them. The rare exceptions in when some kind of genius appears on the outer sect, but he didn't hear anything about geniuses recently.

As he looked at these people who were younger than him but were way stronger, his mood got a bit down. Xun Yu who looked so young and fragile and was still stronger than him was a specially heavy blow.

'I avoided the other arena to not compare myself with those guys and get sad, but now that these two came here, It's a even worse blow.' He smiled wryly and shook his head.

The exam officially started, and in the first part of it the disciples have to fight another disciple who was randomly chosen. Zhao Long looked down below at the section of the arena he was watching without much expectation, but he got a surprise as his eyes widened.

"Isn't that..."

'Isn't that Sister Blake?!'