Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 316 - 315 starts

"Not participating anymore?"

Zhou Bai, after hearing Ying Hui’s explanation, gradually understood.

He thought to himself, "It’s probably like going abroad for studies and then not returning to one’s own country, right?"

But he quickly frowned again, "But why wouldn’t Ming Yue Immortal let him participate in the Grand Competition of the Four Schools? Isn’t Ming Yue Immortal supportive of the Three Pure Dao Sect?"

Ying Hui explained, "The immortals represented by Supreme Heavenly Venerate have always been relatively supportive of human cultivators. They have been trying to help human cultivators break through, to recruit human talents, hoping to increase the number of new Ascenders, new Immortals."

"However, in recent years, as the distortion of Heavenly Dao has become increasingly severe, more and more immortals believe that the path to ascension has been permanently severed, which is also imaginable."

"Not allowing Meng Ruocun to participate in the Grand Competition of the Four Schools this time is probably due to the immortals having new thoughts about the outcome of this competition."

"New thoughts?" Zhou Bai looked towards Ying Hui and asked, "Does this Grand Competition of the Four Schools have some significance that I don’t know about?"

Ying Hui sent a telepathic message, "Because you had to cultivate in seclusion at short notice, I haven’t told you. This Grand Competition of the Four Schools is all-out for the Four Great Taoist Schools because this is a rallying call for humanity’s last stand, related to the struggle for the fate of Heavenly Dao..."

Ying Hui then told Zhou Bai about the results of the confrontation with Heavenly Dao by Master Wu Se from Leiyin Temple, as well as the outcomes discussed among the Four Great Taoist Schools.

"Zhou Bai, now you understand how important this Grand Competition of the Four Schools is, right? It may be humanity’s last stand or a final glimmer of hope. If we don’t place all our bets on you, there may never again be as many or as formidable talents as you," Ying Hui said.

"From the current looks of it, regarding the outcome of the Grand Competition of the Four Schools, each major power probably has its own ideas as well, all wanting to secure the top title for the person they’ve chosen, to receive full support from the Four Great Taoist Schools and to inherit the fate of humanity’s desperate final struggle."

"So Zhou Bai, you must win this time," Ying Hui said, looking at Zhou Bai. "Because I believe that you are the one who can lead humanity to victory."

Zhou Bai felt a small shock in his heart and looked at Ying Hui in surprise, "Teacher, you actually thought the same as me? Great minds think alike."

Ying Hui: "..."

Zhou Bai: "By the way, do Qian Wangsun and the others know about the inside story of this competition?"

Ying Hui shook his head, "Only you know. Telling them adds too much pressure, which isn’t good. But you, kid, have strong enough power and tenacity of confidence..." As he spoke, Ying Hui thought back on Zhou Bai’s cultivation report and the battle reports from fighting with Le Zhenzi. Find exclusive stories on novelbuddy

"This kid is tough, harboring great resentment towards enemies, but even harder on himself. Knowing the ins and outs will only spur him on more."

As the two were talking, they had arrived at the Dao School’s lodging place in Beihai City.

Zhou Bai arrived at the room assigned to him, opened the door, and saw Qian Wangsun staring intently at him as he entered.

"Yo, we’re roommates," Zhou Bai said. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I get even more handsome after ten days of seclusion?"

"It’s not that. Listen, Zhou Bai..." Qian Wangsun furrowed his brow as if he was burdened with an unspeakable secret, "Have you ever, have you ever encountered..."

"Encountered what?"

"Forget it, it’s nothing." Qian Wangsun looked at his own palm and secretly thought, "Does this count as a mutation?"

In the next few days, Zhou Bai and the other students did not go out. Instead, they stayed at their lodging place to quietly cultivate, familiarizing themselves with their abilities as they waited for the Grand Competition of the Four Schools to begin.

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Four days later, at the entrance of the guesthouse, the students from the special training class, including Zhou Bai, stood together, all clad in uniform blue combat outfits.

According to what Ying Hui had said, the Grand Competition of the Four Schools was a team competition. Each team from the Dao Schools would also wear uniform outfits to facilitate identification during the competition.

More than twenty students from the special training class, excluding the top ten who would participate in the official competition, including Jing Xiu, Xia Li, and others, would serve as spectators and reserve members.

If any of the competing students were injured, someone from among them would be chosen to replace them.

Zhou Bai touched the blue combat suit he was wearing, "The material is soft and very resilient; it seems to have fire and explosion-resistant functions too. Not bad at all."

He did as Ying Hui had said, slightly infusing it with Primordial Spirit energy, and felt the combat suit tighten against his body, outlining even the contours of his muscles.

At this moment, in front of the twenty or so special class students, Zhao Shouyi and Ying Hui stood together and spoke to the crowd, "Classmates, today’s competition between the Four Great Taoist Schools is not just about the honor of Dao School. It is also about the future distribution of cultivation resources for the four great cities by the Heavenly Dao, affecting the future of countless people in the city."

"Everyone must do their utmost to strive for first place."

Zhou Bai nodded his head.

Beside him, Qian Wangsun, whose eyes were once filled with confusion, now started to appear resolute, ’No matter what, let’s deal with this four-school competition first.’

In Zuo Dao’s mind, the words of Zuo Lu echoed, "If Donghua Dao School wins, will you tell me the truth about my family being wiped out?" He clenched his fists fiercely, "I... No, we... must win."

On the other side, Zheng Wentian appeared preoccupied, recalling his father’s instructions.

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A white brilliance flashed; it was the projection of Zi Yang True Monarch, a True God of the Thunder Department.

His indifferent gaze swept over and Zi Yang True Monarch spoke, "State your business quickly; I only have five minutes."

Zheng Wentian swallowed hard, looking at the presence before him like a towering mountain, like the sky, a weight on his heart since birth, inspiring his admiration, his respect, and leaving no room for thoughts of rebellion.

Zi Yang True Monarch frowned at Zheng Wentian’s silence, "If there’s nothing to say, then let’s leave it there..."

"Wait!" exclaimed Zheng Wentian, "They say... they want me to lose the competition between the Four Great Taoist Schools. Is this Father’s will?"

"Hmm," Zi Yang True Monarch responded indifferently, "It’s already been decided; this time, the title of the four-school competition will go to the Evil Sect’s Nanshan Dao School. Your task is to throw the match..."

"But... I want to win," Zheng Wentian boldly stated. "Father, I want to do my best in this competition to see what level my strength is at among the Four Great Taoist Schools..."

Zi Yang True Monarch interrupted Zheng Wentian’s words coldly, "What nonsense are you speaking? Are you trying to disobey me?"

Zheng Wentian stiffened, bowing his head, "I didn’t think that."

"Then do as I say. What you did at Eastern Flower Dao School lost me face—I gave you so many points, not for you to give them away."

Zi Yang True Monarch stated blandly, "This four-school competition is divided into three rounds. Remember, don’t slip up in the first round; act naturally."

Zheng Wentian wanted to object, but under the pressure of that figure, he felt unable to speak out.

As the figure of Zi Yang True Monarch was about to dissolve away, Zheng Wentian finally mustered up the courage to ask, "How is Zhang Hui now?"

Zhang Hui, the Golden Armored God General who had initially accompanied Zheng Wentian to Eastern Flower City.

"And what about Le Zhenzi? Why has he disappeared too?"

The figure of Zi Yang True Monarch gradually faded away, leaving only a faint sentence for Zheng Wentian’s ears, cutting off the conversation.

"Don’t meddle in superfluous matters; do as you’re instructed in the four-school competition."

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"Do I have to lose?" When Zheng Wentian came to his senses, they had already arrived at the competition venue. The light in front of him brightened slightly, and the cheers and noise surged toward him like a tsunami.

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