Chapter 1759: Clan Comparison

On Qinglian Island, at the training ground, thousands of cultivators had gathered, their gazes fixed on the Qinglian Spirit Suppressing Pagoda. Since the clan competition began, the clan members had performed well. However, everyone knew that the top twenty spots in this competition were destined for Core Formation cultivators.

The Qinglian Spirit Suppressing Pagoda has a total of 109 levels, capable of conjuring demonic beasts up to the peak of the fourth tier. Levels 1 to 27 correspond to the Qi Condensation stage, levels 28 to 54 to the Foundation Establishment stage, levels 55 to 81 to the Core Formation stage, and levels 82 to 108 to the Nascent Soul stage.

On the seventy-eighth level, Wang Yingjie was controlling three third-tier puppet beasts, engaging four entirely red demonic wolves, each possessing the strength of a Core Formation Level 6 cultivator.

Wang Yingjie could not simultaneously control five third-tier puppet beasts; his spiritual sense was not strong enough. Although the clan possessed the Nine Revolutions Divine Forging Technique, a secret art for enhancing spiritual sense, cultivating it required the aid of Spirit Forging Pills. The main ingredient for these pills was the inner core of a specific demonic beast, found only in the Northern Frontier and exceedingly rare.

This was unavoidable. Some cultivation techniques and secret arts were immensely powerful but required specific cultivation resources. Over time, these materials would become extinct. Therefore, powerful sects with the means either established independent spaces to create secret realms or adapted natural secret realms. The Wang family was already engaged in this, though it wouldn't yield immediate benefits. Like planting trees for future generations to enjoy their shade, some endeavors might not offer significant returns now but were crucial for the prosperity of their descendants.

Howl! The four red demonic wolves each let out a loud roar and spewed forth thick streams of crimson flames, aiming them at Wang Yingjie.

Wang Yingjie quickly formed a hand seal, and the turtle puppet beast stood up, blocking in front of him. The four crimson flames struck the turtle puppet, engulfing it in rolling fire. He flipped his hand and took out a shimmering blue net bag, its surface emblazoned with glowing runes. This was the Azure Flame Demonic Restricting Net, a magic treasure given to Wang Yingjie by Wang Qingling.

He activated the Azure Flame Demonic Restricting Net and imbued it with a hand seal. The net instantly expanded, spreading towards the four red demonic wolves. Just as the wolves were about to scatter, the ape puppet beast unleashed a wave of golden sound, which swiftly swept over the demonic wolves, significantly slowing their reactions. Seizing this opportunity, the Azure Flame Demonic Restricting Net descended from above, enveloping the four red demonic wolves.

Wang Yingjie formed another hand seal, and a large expanse of azure flames suddenly erupted from the net's surface. The three puppet beasts then swarmed forward, attacking the four red demonic wolves. Amidst a series of tremendous explosions, the four red demonic wolves dissolved into specks of spiritual light and vanished.

Wang Yingjie let out a sigh of relief. He glanced at his three battered puppet beasts, his brows furrowed. Given his Core Formation Level 6 cultivation, it was already impressive that he had passed the seventy-eighth level. He aimed to reach the eighty-first level, his goal being the top spot. Even if he couldn't achieve first place, striving for it would ensure a commendable performance.

He retrieved his puppet beasts and magic treasure. A blue spiritual light glowed beneath his feet, and the surroundings blurred. He then found himself in an identical grand hall, where the golden characters "Seventy-Nine" were inscribed on the stone wall.

Specks of spiritual light emerged from the void, materializing into five third-tier demonic beasts: a black poisonous scorpion, a red seal, a golden giant eagle, a blue giant python, and a green giant tiger. The five demonic beasts attacked Wang Yingjie from different directions, and he quickly summoned his puppet beasts to counter them.

On the eighty-first level, Wang Changjie controlled nine red flying swords, surrounding two flood dragons. One flood dragon was enveloped in crimson flames, while the other, a silver flood dragon, was covered in countless silver electrical arcs. Both were peak third-tier demonic beasts, their bodies heavily scarred, clearly having sustained significant injuries.

Thus far, no Core Formation cultivator had managed to pass the eighty-first level. Wang Jiyun, possessing a spirit treasure, did not participate in this clan competition, as it would be unfair to other clan members. With a spirit treasure in hand, Wang Jiyun's chances of claiming the top spot were very high.

Roar! Roar! A deafening roar of dragons echoed. The two flood dragons circled erratically in the sky, where a massive black thundercloud and a crimson fire cloud suddenly appeared. The two clouds converged, unleashing countless silver electrical arcs and crimson fireballs. Streaks of crimson thunderfire flew out, hurtling towards Wang Changjie.

Wang Changjie formed a sword seal. The nine red flying swords emitted piercing screeches and transformed into nine enormous fireballs, meeting the crimson thunderfire above. Continuous deafening explosions resounded as crimson fire and silver lightning intertwined, sending waves of qi surging.

Wang Changjie changed his sword seal again. From amidst the flames, the nine red flying swords reappeared, then split into hundreds of crimson flying swords, soaring directly towards the black thundercloud and crimson fire cloud. A rumbling explosion rang out as the dense crimson flying swords struck the two flood dragons, producing clanging sounds of metal colliding.

Wang Changjie flipped his hand and produced a shimmering golden mirror. The characters "Golden Luster Mirror" were inscribed on its back. This magic treasure had been commissioned by Ximen Feng, who had spent a fortune to have a fourth-tier artificer forge it; it could briefly confine objects within a small area of space. His seniority was second only to Wang Changsheng's. With Ximen Feng's assistance, he was born with a "golden spoon," possessing top-tier cultivation techniques and magic treasures.

A flash of golden light, and a hazy golden aura swept out, enveloping the two flood dragons. Wang Changjie changed his sword seal again. The nine crimson flying swords merged into a single crimson rainbow, which then struck the two flood dragons with devastating force. Boom!

A massive roar resounded as the two flood dragons let out angry cries before dissolving into specks of spiritual light and vanishing. Wang Changjie let out a sigh of relief, put away his magic treasure, and a broad smile spread across his face.

"Uncle Changjie, do you wish to continue? The eighty-second level will conjure fourth-tier demonic beasts." Wang Qiuming's voice suddenly rang out.

"I will continue," Wang Changjie said in a deep voice. He wanted to test himself against a fourth-tier demonic beast. He had fought against them several times before, always ending in defeat, but he had managed to last for a considerable time.

No sooner had he spoken than a blinding blue light glowed beneath Wang Changjie's feet. The surrounding environment blurred, and he suddenly appeared in an even more spacious grand hall, where the golden characters "Eighty-Two" were inscribed on the stone wall.

A lifelike silver giant tiger was also carved into the stone wall. A loud tiger's roar resounded, and the silver giant tiger suddenly sprang to life, emerging from the wall. Its body was enveloped in countless silver electrical arcs, exuding a ferocious aura. Wang Changjie's expression turned solemn. He summoned his nine red flying swords and went to meet it. The silver giant tiger's body glowed with silver light, and countless silver electrical arcs surged forth, striking at Wang Changjie.

On the one hundred and ninth level, Wang Qiuming sat on a golden futon. Before him, in the void, were over a dozen golden mirrors, each displaying a different scene, showing clan members such as Wang Changjie, Wang Yingjie, Wang Youwei, Ouyang Mingyue, and Wang Yinghao.

In Wang Qiuming's opinion, among the many Core Formation cultivators in the family, Wang Yingjie had the poorest aptitude but was indeed the most diligent in cultivation. In terms of strength, Wang Jiyun and Wang Changjie were the strongest, while the combined strength of Wang Rongfei and her two companions was also considerable. He had a strong favorable impression of Wang Changjie. In terms of aptitude, background, cultivation techniques, and magic treasures, Wang Changjie was excellent. The family had always emphasized fairness, but there was no absolute fairness. With Wang Jiyun not participating in this competition due to her spirit treasure, Wang Changjie had a strong chance of claiming first place.