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  The tree-lined path was covered in white frost.

  Lin Hao walked alone for a long time before stopping and sitting cross-legged on the ground to meditate.

  He was just one Foundatioablishment Pill away from breaking through, but the pill was too precious, and with his current resources, he couldn't afford it.

  Typically, cultivators would start preparing the materials for the Foundatioablishment Pill when they reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, spending a year or two colleg them. By the time they reached the Great Perfe of Qi Refining, they would have almost all the materials ready.

  However, Lin Hao had only taken two months to go from the sixth level to Great Perfe, so how could he possibly have gathered enough materials for the pill?

  With his current cultivation at the Great Perfe of Qi Refining, it was nearly impossible to pete with a Foundatioablishment stage cultivator and win.

  He took out a sed-grade talisman, Palm Thunder, and pyed with it in his hand. It seemed he o accumute more talismans!

  He had sidered trading for a Foundatioablishment Pill from Cui Qing'er, but such a strategic resource was uo be traded unless she was out of her mind.

  Feeling it was about time, Lin Hao woke Cui Qing'er, and the two headed to the petition site together.

  Today, there were noticeably more spectators thaerday, and elders and direct disciples from various peaks had also e to watch.

  He g the viewing ptform and saw the direct disciples in their luxurious clothes, their eyes filled with pride.

  g his fists, Lin Hao's face showed a determined expression. Being a direct disciple was his greatest motivation for participating in this petition.

  His oppohis round was a young man dressed like a schor, eared gentle and weak, but Lin Hao knew he was a master at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

  How could anyone who made it to the top forty-eight be weak?

  "Brother, I greet you," the schor cultivator said, bowing slightly with his hands in salute.

  Lin Hao remained unmoved, coldly watg his oppo.

  The schor didn't feel awkward at the ck of response and took out two scrolls from the study bag on his back.

  "Brother, I'm going to make my move."

  With that, his thin body rapidly expanded, almost bursting his schor's robe.

  "With military might, we charge the desert, murderous aura s to the skies. Troops arrayed beh the Red Mountain, camp set beside the Purple Fortress!"

  Boom!

  The schor's eyes widened in anger, his once fair faow full of murderous i, looking more like a general otlefield than a schor.

  In front of him appeared a squad of armored soldiers, formed from spiritual energy but indistinguishable from real people.

  Lin Hao frowned slightly, a hint of surprise fshing in his eyes.

  This schor was actually cultivating the fu way. In the Immortal Path, there were three thousand ways to seek loy, including fuism, Daoism, Buddhism, and military strategy.

  Sensing the dangerous aura from the soldiers, Lin Hao immediately circuted the spiritual energy within his body.

  Great Perfe of Qi Refining?!

  The schor was shocked, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. The gap in their cultivation levels was hard te.

  But since he was already here, he had to press forward; there was reat.

  "Fight!"

  The schor's voied like spring thunder, and the soldiers in front of him charged fearlessly.

  "Fme Bde!"

  Lin Hao spoke, and three flying bdes appeared before him, radiating intense heat.

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

  The bdes shot towards the soldiers like lightning.

  The dense spiritual energy cut through the soldiers like slig paper, each bde taking down one soldier.

  However, six soldiers still charged at Lin Hao.

  "Good timing!"

  Lin Hao, full of vigor, punched with unmatched force towards the soldiers.

  Boom!

  His punch was incredibly fierce, dispersing the soldiers with a single blow.

  Looking at Lin Hao, who seemed like a war god, the schaze was heavy, his legs trembling slightly, and cold sweat dripping down his face.

  So... s...

  The schor took a deep breath, gripping the a scroll, muttering intations, preparing to recite a battle poem, but his oppo was too fast.

  Ssh!

  Lin Hao wielded his flying sword, moving like lightning, reag his oppo.

  The schor couldn't recite his battle poem in time and could only hastily pull out a talisman to defend himself. But... a top-grade first-level defealisman couldn't withstand his oppo's attack.

  g, g, g!

  Lin Hao sshed three sword energies, shattering the oppo's spiritual shield and sending him flying five or six meters.

  Pfft!

  The schor spat out a mouthful of blood, smiling bitterly, "I... I cede."

  Lin Hao smiled faintly, g his oppo, and said calmly, "If you were at Great Perfe, you would have given me a lot of trouble."

  "As, I am far from matg Brother Lin."

  The schor cupped his hands in salute ahe arena.

  Murong Qihe peak master of Little Bamboo Peak, had been watg Lin Hao's match closely. Seeing him win so effortlessly, her desire to recruit him grew stronger.

  But before she could make a move, she received a voice transmission from Feng gyue.

  "Junior Sister Murong, Lin Hao is an outer sect disciple of my Great Bamboo Peak."

  "Oh? He's from yreat Bamboo Peak? Then you're not doing a very good job as a peak master. You didn't even know about such a genius in your sect."

  "I'm not as diligent as you, always trying to poach people!"

  ...

  Lin Hao was unaware that he had caught the attention of two beautiful peak masters from the Xuan Yi.

  Iop twelve adva match, Lin Hao's oppo was again at the ninth level of Qi Refining and couldn't withstand two moves before beied.

  Oher side, Cui Qing'er also easily defeated her oppo, advang with Lin Hao to the top six.

  But during the afternoon draw, the two ended up as oppos.

  Jiang Miook the stage for his first match, fag Fang Yuan, who had outperformed him in the previous Demo Hunting petition.

  Though Jiang Mingfei's cultivation was slightly higher, Fang Yuan had more magical treasures. After hundreds of exges, Jiang Mingfei won by a narrow margin.

  Fang Yuan's chubby face showed dissatisfa as he gred at his oppo before leaving without looking back.

  "Hey, Generous Boy lost but didn't give out a magical treasure. What's going on?"

  "Brother, you clearly don't know Generous Boy well. He only gives treasures to those who truly defeat him. Jiang Mingfei only won by a small margin, so why would he give him a treasure?"

  Jiang Miood oage, his face alternatiween green and white, feeling that even though he won, it wasn't worth celebrating.

  "The seatch, Lin Hao versus Cui Qing'er!"

  Lin Hao walked steadily onto the stage.

  Feeling many eyes on him, he didn't mind, fog solely on Cui Qing'er.

  Fortunately, she hadn't broken through st night; otherwise, he would have been stopped here today.