Amongst Cultivators, I Stand Above All

Kong Xing casually replied and then ignored Dong Xi. Kong Xing hugged the formation disk and read it seriously, his brows frowning and relaxing at times. Dong Xi, who was at the side, also felt emotionally unstable.

"Senior Brother, do you understand now?" asked Dong Xi.

"I'm going to memorize these patterns and then go to the Scripture Depository," Kong Xing shook his head.

After saying that, Kong Xing knocked his head in frustration. He said, "This is so hard to memorize!"

Dong Xi was also very helpless. When would these people in the Immortal cultivation world learn that no matter how good their memory was, it could not be compared to a piece of paper.

Dong Xi took out a piece of paper and a pen, placed them next to Kong Xing, and then sat down, no longer speaking.

Kong Xing looked at the pen and paper, then at Dong Xi, and the two of them looked at each other.

Kong Xing suddenly laughed. "See, I'm so stupid. Wouldn't it be better to write them down? Isn't that better than using my brain?"

Dong Xi looked at Kong Xing in disgust as she pushed away the pen and paper. She then took out a jade slip and copied down the formation disk.

Dong Xi was speechless. This probably meant that some people were already in the civilized era, while some people were still in the Stone Age.

After she finished copying, she kept the jade slip and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister. I'll take my leave now."

Dong Xi, "..."

What? He's leaving?

Kong Xing was a little embarrassed as well. He said, "I snuck out. If I'm discovered by Master, I'll be locked up for a few more days. I'll be released tomorrow morning. I'll come over and take Junior Sister to find Uncle-Master Wang Chi."

Dong Xi sighed. No matter what, she had to wait, so she nodded in agreement.

As night fell, Dong Xi opened the window and looked outside.

Thunder Sound Temple's meditation room was different from the sect's. There was no skylight in the room, so Dong Xi could not guarantee that she would be covered in moonlight for the whole night.

Now that the Big Snake was by her side, Dong Xi knew that her cultivation would not cause a spiritual energy disturbance, so she was not as careful as before.

Dong Xi took the futon in the room, walked to the courtyard, sat down, and began to cultivate.

The great competition was about to begin, and the various sects were also paying attention to each other.

Dong Xi's actions were noticed by many people. Although they were curious, no one asked.

When the sky was slightly bright, Kong Xing came over and woke up Dong Xi, who was cultivating.

Kong Xing said, "Didn't we agree yesterday that we're going to see Martial-Uncle Wang Chi today? Hurry up."

Dong Xi looked at the moon that had not completely disappeared in the sky and was a little surprised.

"You're going there so early?" Dong Xi asked.

Kong Xing said, "It's not early anymore. Look at what time it is. Martial-Uncle Wang Chi's morning class is about to start. Any later and we'll be late."

Dong Xi did not dawdle and kept the futon, following behind Kong Xing.

On the way, Dong Xi asked, "Senior Brother Kong Xing, isn't today the great tournament?" Wouldn't it be bad if we don't go?"

However, Kong Xing did not panic at all. He said, "Don't worry, our host is especially good at talking. With the host around, the competition might start at noon. The host has never disappointed anyone."

When Dong Xi heard this, he remembered the high school principal in her previous life. Every time at the end of a big sports competition, he would also give a lecture for a few hours, from grades to learning methods, then various classic cases in China, and finally, life..."

Dong Xi could not help but sigh. If the headmaster was also in this world, who would be better at lecturing, him or the host of Thunder Sound Temple?

The two of them rushed to the place.

This place was different from what Dong Xi had imagined. It was not overcrowded, and there were only three disciples in total. Now, there were only five people, including Dong Xi and Kong Xing.

Dong Xi looked at Kong Xing in surprise. Kong Xing secretly transmitted his voice, "Martial-Uncle Wang Chi is very strict. Many disciples came once and never came again."

If Kong Xing was not forced to come by his master, he would have run away long ago.

Martial-Uncle Wang Chi did not force anyone. Wang Chi would teach whoever came, and it was fine if they did not come.

However, today, Wang Chi's gaze turned to Dong Xi. It was not for any reason, but because this was the first time in his life that he was teaching a little girl.

If Wang Chi remembered correctly, this was the Iron Head Technique class, right? Why was a little girl here? Could it be that she was pranked to come here?

Even if she was pranked, it did not matter. She probably would not come tomorrow.

Recently, the host had also told the Wang Chi that the eight great sects would hold a competition here. Which sect did this girl belong to?

The rest of the people sneaked a glance at Dong Xi. Under everyone's gaze, Dong Xi sat behind with Kong Xing.

Wang Chi did not ask anything and directly talked about the essentials of cultivating the Iron Head Technique. Then, he let the disciples cultivate on their own.

Among the five of them, only Dong Xi was here for the first time. She looked curiously at the others who were practicing Qi while hitting their heads with wooden boards.