Chapter 1063: Brat, Still Trying to Compete with Me!

The Cultivator Conference, as the name suggests, is an internal meeting for cultivators where friends from all over gather to exchange ideas, spar, and help each other improve their cultivation.

Unfortunately, in the past hundred years, the Cultivator Conference has evolved into a life-or-death battle and has become a veil for Yin Yue Sect and Rakshasa Sect disciples to improve their cultivation.

After explaining the rules, the man clad in a gray robe on stage did not step down; he was the one announcing the start of the match, standing ready to face challengers.

Someone has already gone up to provoke him.

The challenger is a young man in his twenties, wearing a dark blue T-shirt and jeans. His appearance is not outstanding, just average.

As for his cultivation, it is at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer.

At his age, with the current lack of spiritual energy, having such a cultivation level shows he is quite talented.

The man in a gray robe who is challenging him also has Qi Refinement cultivation, but his cultivation is higher, at Qi Refining Ninth Layer.

The difference of a single level between them should not be underestimated; it poses a significant danger.

Qi Refining Ninth Layer, half a step into Foundation Establishment cultivation, should not be taken lightly.

The two on stage have already begun their battle, with the crowd below following their match intently.

Even Gu Jin is watching with great interest.

To say, this is her first time witnessing a cultivator duel, each move is fierce, every strike carries the intent to kill the opponent.

An Mingji’s dark eyes have never left her; seeing her so serious, a faint smile curves at his lips.

He lowers his head, leaning close to Gu Jin’s ear, and softly says, "The man in gray robe is a disciple of Rakshasa Sect. Ah Jin, guess who will win on stage?"

His voice is deep and mellow, like a vintage wine that fills the room with fragrance once opened.

Gu Jin, although she hasn’t drunk any wine, begins to have her heart race, feeling a sense of drunkenness.

Since yesterday, An Mingji has been acting strangely.

Always intentionally speaking close to her ear, teasing her.

Today even more so; if Gu Jin still doesn’t understand, she really is... a lamb to be slaughtered.

Gu Jin’s hand inside her coat slowly lifts to rest over her thumping heart.

She raises her eyelids, her eyes calm as she glances at An Mingji, and with a faint smile says, "Haven’t you already figured out the answer in your heart."

Seeing that she is no longer as shy as yesterday, not even blushing, An Mingji’s expression falters momentarily.

He scans Gu Jin’s slightly flushed earlobes; his exquisite handsome face reveals a gentle smile akin to spring breeze.

"Indeed, I guess the Rakshasa Sect disciple will win."

This time, not having been outsmarted by her, a hint of self-satisfaction appears on Gu Jin’s face.

You brat, trying to compete with me!

Her expression remains calm, although internally she’s in turmoil.

Even if she’s seen through An Mingji’s constant teasing, she’s afraid to delve into its meaning.

Undeniably, although she’s seen through his tricks, she hasn’t gained much advantage.

An Mingji’s behavior is too strange, giving her a bad premonition.

The thin layer of paper between them, fragile as it is.

"Ah!!!"

On the martial stage, the situation changes abruptly.

The Rakshasa Sect disciple, his hand plunged into the young man’s chest, surprisingly penetrating.

You can even see the bloody hand that has pierced through the opponent’s back.

The hand clutches throbbing flesh, which is the young man’s beating heart.

The subsequent turn of events drains the blood from everyone’s face.

On the martial stage, the Rakshasa Sect disciple crushes the opponent’s heart, pulls out his arm, and places the blood-stained hand on the head of the young man whose eyes are wide open in death.