My Synthesizer Has Talent

It was different.

It was truly different.

In ancient times, there was the tactic of breaking a falcon by wearing it down.

Today, there was Liu Linlin’s tactic of wearing down Bai Ranmo.

The only one to blame was Bai Ranmo, who didn’t dare to face his Crossing the Tribulation.

Otherwise, Liu Linlin probably couldn’t have beaten him.

For a Qi Cultivation cultivator to beat a Foundation Establishment one, and Liu Linlin was still this happy about it.

Su Qing sighed.

"Oh, Junior Brother, I’m heading out."

"Master left, so I won’t keep you company." Liu Linlin said this after she saw You Yanhan suddenly disappear from the Elders’ seating area.

She announced this happily to Su Qing, then left the private box.

"..."

’I thought Liu Linlin would stay with her master, and also keep me company until the end.’

’I never expected this Martial Aunt to be so impulsive, leaving whenever she felt like it.’

’Even my own master wouldn’t show her favoritism so blatantly.’

Anyone in the know could guess in an instant.

This Golden Core Elder had really only wanted to see her own disciple’s skills.

"..."

’Looks like I’m the only one left waiting.’

In truth, not much time passed.

Su Qing spent the time watching the matches.

The second round had filtered out most of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sect’s weaker members.

Almost everyone who made it to the second round had some degree of strength.

It was either Foundation Establishment cultivators crushing those in Qi Cultivation...

...or High Tier Qi Cultivation cultivators battling each other.

Magical Artifacts, Talismans, Elixirs, Arrays—they all made an appearance, along with some roguish Demonic Cultivation Techniques.

Watching all this gave Su Qing some inspiration for his own combat.

’The most direct lesson is, if you don’t know your opponent’s strength, the best method is to take them out in one go. If you can’t, then run.’

Su Qing could see it among these contestants.

Getting bogged down in a battle of attrition was foolish.

Ending the fight quickly was what a Cultivator should do. Unless they were of equal strength, prolonged battles rarely occurred.

After that, it was all about fighting for Spirit Fruits.

Spirit Fruits. The top one hundred would receive them.

The top fifty would each get three Spirit Fruits.

For the top ten, even the lowest-ranked among them would receive ten Spirit Fruits.

And for the very top ranks, it wasn’t about the quantity of the Spirit Fruits, but their quality.

Although this drawing of lots was strange, since the loser was immediately eliminated.

However, it was also quite particular.

Because of luck.

With good luck, a High Tier Qi Cultivation cultivator might go through several rounds facing opponents of similar strength, or even several rounds against weaker ones.

If the lot drawing never matched them against a powerful enemy, what did that prove? That their destiny was strong.

...

"Number 88, to the stage. Number 89, prepare."

He waited until it was almost dark.

Resigned, Su Qing.

rose to get ready.

The match for number 88 was decided quickly.

A High Tier Qi Cultivation cultivator defeated a Low Tier one.

The Low Tier Qi Cultivation cultivator had been very lucky.

Just to be able to participate in the second round.

But his luck had run out.

Then it was Su Qing’s turn to take the stage.

This time, Su Qing looked at his opponent: a High Tier Qi Cultivation cultivator.

"A True Disciple?" The Cultivator didn’t recognize Su Qing, but he recognized the Token on his person.

"Yes."

"Su Qing." Su Qing cupped his fist in a salute.

"Baili Xuanqi," the other man replied, returning the salute.

"The Baili Family? I know one of your family members." Su Qing gave the man before him a surprised look.

"Oh?"

"Knowing someone is useless. In the Baili Family, Cultivation is all that matters."

"Let’s begin." Baili Xuanqi was rather handsome, with thick hair, a high-bridged nose, and a somewhat feral aura, radiating intense battle lust.

Su Qing had now seen two members of the Baili Family, and it seemed there were no ugly people among them.

’How very Darwinian,’ Su Qing complained in his heart.

"Contestants, prepare. Begin," the Steward Elder said directly.

Su Qing wasted no time with words.

With his current strength, he still needed to use his full power to deal with this guy.

Earth Vein Resonance Technique.

Su Qing instantly vanished into the ground.

"What?!" Baili Xuanqi’s eyes widened. ’So fast!’

However, a powerful force was already pushing him from behind.

The force, concentrated on a single point, sent him flying. As he tumbled through the air, he could vaguely make out Su Qing standing calmly on the stage, hands clasped behind his back.

"No!"

Baili Xuanqi refused to be thrown out.

A Magical Artifact shot out from his Storage Ring.

"Sword Control Technique!"

The Sword Control Technique was fast, catching Baili Xuanqi in mid-air.

Su Qing frowned as well.

’I was going to let him off the stage gently.’

’But he just had to be ungrateful.’

Baili Xuanqi stood on his Flying Sword Magical Artifact, looking down on Su Qing from above.

Several more small flying swords appeared from his Storage Ring. They were like flying knives, but shaped like flat cones, and Baili Xuanqi sent them shooting toward Su Qing.

A Tier One Wood Shield Talisman also appeared in his hand, which he then activated.

"Since you’re ungrateful, don’t blame me for what happens next," Su Qing said coolly to Baili Xuanqi above.

Su Qing paid no mind to the approaching flying swords.

As the swords attacked, Su Qing’s fingers moved in a blur.

Immortal Control Hand!

In an instant, he had seized all the flying swords.

The next moment, without giving his opponent a chance to react, Su Qing flung them back with great force.

In Baili Xuanqi’s eyes, the flying swords became streaking shadows.

CLANG!

The small flying swords directly struck the Flying Sword Baili Xuanqi was controlling, the immense force making him lose control of it.

He plummeted from the sky.

Several gashes were cut into his body by the flying swords.

The defensive effect of the Wood Shield Talisman seemed completely nonexistent.

Before Baili Xuanqi had completely fallen, Su Qing shot up toward him.

He struck out with his palm.

This time, Su Qing wouldn’t be so gentle.

The blow landed on Baili Xuanqi’s abdomen, and his eyes widened in pain.

He was violently knocked off the stage, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Disciples from the Holy Pill Hall quickly rushed over to help.

"Number 89, Su Qing wins!" The Steward Elder was also stunned. ’What kind of Physique is that? He completely crushed the other guy.’

"Number 90, to the stage."

"Su Qing, that’s Su Qing!"

"I heard he underwent the Thunder Tribulation and successfully cultivated the true inheritance of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sect, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Divine Body!"

"True Disciple Su Qing, wow! If only I could become his Dao Companion."

"Get lost! If anyone’s becoming his Dao Companion, it’s me! You just covet his status. Unlike you, I only..."

"Take a look in the mirror! Am I not better looking than you? You’re the one who should get lost!"

...

Su Qing remained calm in the face of it all. After giving a cupped-fist salute, he left the stage without a word.

He had kept a low profile for two years.

If he couldn’t even win this, it would be inexcusable.

「Evening.」

Su Qing threw a long robe over himself.

He was afraid of being recognized.

By participating in the competition again, Su Qing understood that he was probably going to become famous.

The Sect Grand Competition was different from the Celestial Pride List.

Getting on the Celestial Pride List truly depended on strength.

But in the Sect Grand Competition, with a bit of luck, it was entirely possible to make it into the top one hundred.

"It’s so late, I should get back."

Su Qing didn’t feel like making anything to eat today.

He thought about his Five Elements Reincarnation Skill, which had yet to reach Perfection.

’Perfection... I’m really curious to see just what the Life and Death Reincarnation Dao Foundation is like.’

Su Qing slipped back into his house.

There, he saw three people sitting on the sofa he had made.

The heat was on, and the lights were still bright.

Su Qing asked in confusion, "Master, Martial Aunt, Senior Sister, what are you all doing here?"

"I told you my disciple only eats once a month! You didn’t believe me and dragged me here to wait with you!" Ouyang Mingming said to You Yanhan, raising an eyebrow.

"Mhm!" Liu Linlin nodded obediently.

You Yanhan was suddenly displeased. "No way! I must eat today!"

"Martial Nephew! You wouldn’t want to miss out on your competition rewards, would you?" You Yanhan’s eyes gleamed as she sent a sly voice transmission to Su Qing.

Su Qing couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed at his Martial Aunt.

’Looks like this Martial Aunt is living a pretty good life.’

...