127: Chapter 117: Strike (Please Subscribe) 127: Chapter 117: Strike (Please Subscribe) Inside Nangong Immortal Sect.

Today was the competition of the Direct Disciples, and Luo Yaxuan emerged from his cave dwelling feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

Sun Zi’an had prepared a Storage Bag full of food for him and said, “Young Master, I wish you a triumphant start.

This is the breakfast and lunch I’ve prepared for you.

There is plenty of food, and you can share it with others.”

“Mmm,” Luo Yaxuan took the Storage Bag.

“This is for the master,” Sun Zi’an brought out another Storage Bag, as he had been preparing three meals a day for both Luo Yaxuan and his master these past few days.

Sometimes, to avoid suspicion, he could only send them through Luo Yaxuan.

“Alright.”

But Luo Yaxuan wasn’t in a hurry to leave; he sat down to drink some tea and decided to eat breakfast first.

Like the previous times, if he ate at the venue, not only would his breakfast be gone, but his lunch would likely be shared as well.

Watching Luo Yaxuan eat quietly and gracefully, Sun Zi’an couldn’t help but think of the princes in the Imperial Palace.

But he’d never seen them either; surely they must eat like this too!

Sun Zi’an remembered how nervous he was during the Servant Disciples’ competition; yet, the Young Master’s face didn’t show even a hint of nervousness.

Was this confidence, or did he simply not care?

Sun Zi’an believed it was confidence rather than indifference.

Who wouldn’t want to be powerful?

When Luo Yaxuan left to participate in the competition, Sun Zi’an followed behind him.

He wanted to cheer for the Young Master.

However, Luo Yaxuan just smiled nonchalantly.

The Direct Disciples had seats at the front, and besides, it was their competition day—whether or not anyone cheered was irrelevant as long as they were strong themselves.

When he arrived at the venue, he noticed that the Direct Disciples who had arrived later than him were already there, each looking tense.

“Why has Luo Yaxuan just arrived?

It’s about to start.”

Bi Renchuan, upon seeing Luo Yaxuan, greeted him as though he was seeing his own father—no, more like his meal ticket.

“Hurry up and bring out the breakfast so we can eat well before the competition,” Fan Dingding said urgently, practically blurting out Luo Yaxuan’s nickname.

Ever since Bi Renchuan called him by his nicknames related to twisty and loose, Luo Yaxuan had acquired such playful monikers.

They sounded similar but were spelled differently.

After all, it was the intention behind the name that mattered, right?

“I’ve already eaten.

How come you haven’t had breakfast?

How could this be?

You should have prepared your food earlier rather than coming here early.

Man is iron, food is steel; go a day without eating, and you’ll be frantic with hunger.

You didn’t prepare any food?

I’ll give you some Bigu Pills so you won’t be hungry and lose to me later with hard feelings.”

After spending a lot of time with them, Luo Yaxuan, who was naturally gentle in expression and character, started to develop a bit of a cunning streak.

“What?

Bigu Pills?

Who doesn’t have those things?

What we want is food, actual food.”

Bi Renchuan roared impatiently.

“I’m not running a canteen here, and you haven’t paid me.

I might provide for you once or twice, but doing it every day is too much.

It’s not just about the money; my chef is too busy to even cultivate, so I should charge a little to reward my chef.”

Luo Yaxuan spoke as if he were joking, yet his words didn’t sound like a joke at all.

“Here, here, here, five Gold Coins enough?

I just want today’s breakfast and lunch,” Bi Renchuan was the first to pay.

Then, those who also wanted breakfast and lunch followed suit with Gold Coins.

Luo Yaxuan quickly collected a substantial amount of Gold Coins and said with a smile, “Why didn’t you pay earlier?”

“Humph, just hand it over…” Bi Renchuan opened both hands impatiently.

Luo Yaxuan stopped teasing them and tossed each a bag of steamed buns made with Demon Beast Meat.

The Direct Disciples who received their breakfast bags didn’t care that they were at the venue.

They ate swiftly, brought their own water, and even drank while eating.

Luo Yaxuan saw that the Golden Core Elder had already taken his seat on the platform, so he didn’t go up to deliver breakfast to his master.

Instead, he used a spell to send a storage bag filled with breakfast flying onto the stage.

Using a sound transmission spell, he said to his master, “Master, your breakfast and lunch are in the bag.”

“Hmm”

Luo Yaxuan also heard his master’s response.

Luo Yaxuan’s master had just seen him share breakfast with others and was now waiting for his disciple’s filial piety.

He took some roasted meat, steamed buns, pastries, and dumplings from the breakfast and ate heartily.

“Senior Brother, can you share some with us?”

The other elders swallowed their saliva, having not eaten food in a long time, and seeing the senior brother eating so deliciously, they shamelessly asked for some.

There were seven or eight elders on the stage serving as judges, among them the Law Enforcement Elder and the elder in charge.

“Here, I can only share a little with each of you, as this is the food my disciple respectfully offered to me, and I still need to save some for lunch,” he said.

The Elder saw that there was a lot of food in the storage bag, including dried meat that could last him several days, so he generously shared a bit with the others.

Those who had previously seen the delicious look of the disciples eating below had long been salivating.

Would they finally get to taste the food that smelled so delicious, and see if it tasted as good?

After just one bite of the breakfast, they savor the food with relish, some regretting that for so long, they had chosen not to eat food and relied on Bigu Pills.

Such delicious food, it would be too much of a loss not to eat.

“Direct Disciples preparing for the martial arts competition below, come to the stage to draw lots.”

The main elder, having eaten his fill, began to work.

Luo Yaxuan and some fellow disciples leaped onto the stage to draw lots.

He drew the second Martial Platform for the first round of the competition.

This was also a form of elimination match, the Direct Disciples plus those who had just won from the Inner Sect Disciples and joined the ranks of Direct Disciples.

Luo Yaxuan had drawn the first round, which was both good and bad.

However, he had been preparing for many days and felt not a bit of nervousness.

Luo Yaxuan jumped onto the second Martial Platform, and the person he drew to compete with was one of the disciples who had previously won in the commoner Direct Disciple category and had verbally challenged him.

The disciple who leaped onto the stage became even more nervous when he saw his opponent was Luo Yaxuan.

The arrogance from before now turned into a nervous tremble of the hand, causing his body to shudder momentarily.

“Junior Brother, please instruct…”

Luo Yaxuan smiled and clasped his hands in salutation.

“Senior Brother…” The words that followed were so choked up he turned red and couldn’t say them out.

He could only express himself through actions, beginning to deploy his spells and magical treasure.

When Luo Yaxuan saw his opponent make a move, his heart filled with mirth.

Wasn’t this an immediate retribution for the provocation from the day before yesterday?

As he cast his cultivation technique, there was still a smile on his lips, as if what was happening on stage was not a tense competition but a performance.

Luo Yaxuan used his well-mastered Thunder and Lightning Spell and Wind Magic.

On the second Martial Platform, a disciple attacked Luo Yaxuan with his flying sword and Wood Spell, turning the sword’s light into thousands of fierce sword beams stabbing towards his opponent.