Xianxia: I Can Download Fully Levelled Abilities

Wang Cang was Wang Ce's nephew, and his uncle had become the leader of the Xuanming Sect. Countless cultivation resources had been provided to him, and he had grown up with the aura of a genius. How could he tolerate such insults and provocations?

He took a step forward and said coldly, "Victor, right? I Am Wang Cang of the Xuanming Sect, and now we can compete!"

Name: Wang Cang

Cultivation Method: Swift Sword Slash, Xuanming Claw, Ice Palm, Xuanming Mantra.

Cultivation Talent: Level nine

Spiritual Root: Fire spiritual root, water spiritual root, wind spiritual root, wood spiritual root

Strength: Spirit Gathering Realm Level 11

Looking at Wang Cang's attributes, Victor just smiled and didn't say anything.

Wang Ce waved his hand to stop the impulsive Wang Cang. In such a crowded square, it was naturally impossible to compete in martial arts.

"Why should I compete with you? You are stronger than me to begin with. Even if I beat you, what can I do?" Victor suddenly changed the topic.

After laying out so much, Victor's cunning nature was exposed. He wanted to trick others into gambling with him and lose everything to him.

After all, in the Qingyun Sect, everyone was on the same side. He was also the youngest elder. It was impossible for him to gamble with other disciples. However, it was different outside.

"What did you say?" Wang Cang sneered. He had never thought that he would lose.

"Simple. If I win, when the spiritual fruits of the Xuanming Sect ripen, I want three."

"So this is what they are planning. They are interested in the spiritual fruits of the Xuanming Sect?" Wang Ce was not stupid. He sensed that Song Xiuwen's words were not right. It turned out that he was deliberately provoking him.

It seemed that they were really confident. Even if that kid named Victor was only at the ninth level of the spirit gathering realm, at most, he would be able to fight an ordinary cultivator at the 11th level of the spirit gathering realm.

However, Wang Cang was not an ordinary cultivator at the 11th level of the spirit gathering realm. His combat strength was comparable to a cultivator at the 12th level of the spirit gathering realm. Victor would definitely lose.

If he could defeat the disciples of the Qingyun Sect and spread the news in the future, the reputation of his Xuanming Sect would probably spread in the Central Plains. By then, the influence of the Xuanming Sect would expand to the Central Plains.

Since the probability of winning was so much higher than the probability of losing, Wang Ce decided to agree to the bet.

He said, "The spirit fruit is a precious treasure of our Xuanming Sect. The number of fruits that ripen each year is limited. There are less than ten fruits. If you open your mouth and request for three, we would lose almost one-third of the fruits. You sure have a big appetite!"

Although it was a bet with a higher chance of winning than losing, Wang Ce was used to leaving a way out for himself.

"Two, how about it?" Victor knew that this spirit fruit would be the most effective with the first consumption. After that, the effect would be reduced by half. He would have one, and the extra one could be left for Song Qianqian.

Wang Cang looked at Victor with disdain. In his opinion, Victor was simply bluffing.

He probably thought that since he was a disciple of the Central Plains and felt that he had been surpassed by the disciples of Western Liang, he was not satisfied. Regardless, they had eaten too many spirit fruits, so the effect was not great. Moreover, even if they lost a few, his share would not be affected.

In the past, due to Zhang Lingren's reputation, the Xuanming Sect did not dare to expand into the Central Plains. However, now that the world had changed, if he won this bet, he would have a reason to expand.

Thinking that he had not been to the Central Plains before, Wang Cang licked his lips excitedly and looked at Wang Ce. Wang Ce nodded and agreed to the bet.

"Okay, if I lose, I will give you two of the Xuanming Sect's spirit fruits." Wang Cang replied.

Wang Cang and Victor high-fived as an oath.

Everyone was happy. Wang Ce looked at Wang Cang's smile and then looked at Victor's smile. For some reason, he felt that something was wrong.

If both of them were smiling, then one of them must be giggling foolishly.

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Two hours later, the melodious sound of a zither suddenly came from the Tianhuan Mountain range.

Victor looked up and saw a floating wooden boat sailing over.

The wooden boat was more than a hundred feet long, and its entire body flickered with strange runes. A layer of hazy halo enveloped the wooden boat.

In front of the wooden boat stood three people, two of them were middle-aged men in green, and one was an old man in white.

Although they were very far away, Victor could clearly feel the faint pressure emitted by these three people.

Foundation establishment realm cultivator?

At this time, Song Xiuwen said in a low voice, "The sect master of the Heavenly Sword Mountain has personally come to this competition. These three people are the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Mountain and the two peak masters."

Hearing the introduction of his eldest senior brother, Victor secretly nodded in his heart. This first elder was indeed worthy of being responsible for the Qingyun Sect. In just a few days, he had already collected all the relevant information.

Song Xiuwen naturally did not notice Victor's gaze. He looked at the horizon and felt a sense of pressure. He could not help but frown.

The spirit boat stopped at the top of the mountain gate. The white-clothed old man standing at the bow of the boat took a step forward. His long and powerful fingers did not look like an old man at all.

Then, his hands slid in the air and formed a seal.

In the next moment, with a rumbling sound, the rocks in front of the crowd split open into two sides, and a huge bluestone step that was thousands of feet wide rose up from between the rocks.

On the bluestone steps, there were scripts slowly circulating. The entire stone step stretched for nearly ten thousand feet and led to the distant mountain gate.

Many of the young disciples in the square were participating in the grand competition for the first time. When they saw such a huge bluestone step rise up in front of them, they were a little stunned. They had never thought that such a huge stone step would be hidden in the rocks.

"This is the mountain gate?"

Victor narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge stone step. After the world changed, in order to understand the past of this world, he went to the library and read many books.

If he guessed correctly, this bluestone step was actually an illusion!

The old man standing on the spiritual boat said, "There are a total of 1,080 steps on the bluestone steps. Each step is one foot high. Those who pass through the bluestone steps before the incense stick burns out can enter the mountain gate. Light the incense!"

After the old man finished speaking, he waved his sleeve and a huge incense burner landed on the square in front of the mountain. There was a three-meter-long, arm-thick incense stick stuck in the incense burner. The incense had already been lit.

Although the incense stick was three meters long, the burning speed was fast. It was estimated that the time taken for the incense stick to burn would not be any slower than an ordinary incense stick.

Some of the young disciples who were participating in the grand competition for the first time could not hold it in any longer. They all displayed their movement techniques and pounced on the bluestone steps like grasshoppers.

As for those cultivators who had participated in the grand competition, they were not in a hurry to breakthrough. Step by step, they moved towards the bluestone steps. When they saw those young people rushing up, they wore expressions as if they were watching a show, waiting to see them suffer.

The stone steps were several thousand feet wide. Even if two to three hundred people stood side by side, it wouldn't seem crowded.

After the first disciple stepped onto the bluestone steps, the scripts on the bluestone steps suddenly shone brightly.

Following that, circles of circulation appeared, and an enormous pressure suddenly appeared on the stone platform.

A few disciples who weren't too prepared were sucked in by this force, and with a plop, they fell onto the stone platform, falling into confusion.