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    Chapter 392: The Unorthodox Competition

    Perhaps because all participants were women, the initial exchange between leaders of the two realms proceeded harmoniously. After formally discussing competition arrangements, they soon shifted to sharing details about their respective worlds. Being seasoned leaders, they quickly adapted despite occasional startled exclamations.

    From the Celestial Realm:

    “You can plant spiritual roots in men? How? Where? Are there requirements for appearance, lineage, or knowledge?”

    “Your sect has mostly male disciples? Can such fragile men truly defend your sect?”

    “A hundred-year ascension plan? How can ascension be scheduled or predicted?”

    “Nine lightning tribulation strikes completed in one day? Ours last four to five days, though they’re indeed getting faster now.”

    From the Immortal Blessing Sect:

    “Your pills are outrageously priced! Are alchemists truly so scarce? Don’t you train your own?”

    “Missing pill formulas and tools? Don’t you have cross-sect cultivation alliances?”

    “With gold spiritual roots, you should pursue swordsmanship! Why practice fire techniques? Wait—the Celestial Realm lacks sword cultivation legacies? Our ‘Qiu Zhang Technique’ costs five spirit stones per copy!”

    “Fear failing ascension due to poor Heavenly Dao comprehension? Why not consult an Immortal Realm mentor? Oh… you lack immortal teachers? Let’s ask Sect Master You to arrange one! Shared knowledge benefits all!”

    The inaugural exchange concluded smoothly, with some leaders exchanging Messaging Talismans to foster long-term ties.

    Though the Jingling Institute’s disciples (all Nascent Soul-stage or higher) could overpower other sects, the Immortal Blessing Continent excelled in cultivation diversity and ascension rates. Initially, You You worried about power imbalances, but realized most nations matched sects in strength despite differing structures.

    While the Celestial Realm had the Jingling Institute, the Immortal Blessing Sect boasted the Zhen Yan Sect and its formidable Feng Clan. Overall, the realms stood evenly matched, though the Immortal Blessing Sect’s Three Realms connections gave it an edge.

    You You’s original plan involved a semi-permeable seal—breakable by God Transformation Stage cultivators and periodically auto-opening to enable cultural merging over a century. But witnessing the next day’s events, she scrapped the idea.

    The leaders’ prior harmony starkly contrasted with the competition’s chaos. Due to differing gender norms, Immortal Blessing’s male-dominated disciples faced the Celestial Realm’s all-female cultivators. Matches devolved into absurdity:

    Immortal Blessing Male Cultivators:

    “A female opponent! Junior sister, what’s your name? Need attendants?”

    “Noble lady, brace for my ultimate move! Don’t worry—I’ve brought healing pills!”

    “When can we start disciple exchanges? Our Nine Star Sect excels at cultivation-focused matchmaking!”

    “I won against a sister? I’m sorry!”

    “Tian Wu Sect’s Zhao An here to clai—I forfeit!”

    “Three consecutive wins… Am I doomed to loneliness?”

    “Sect Master You was right—friendship trumps victory!”

    Celestial Realm Female Cultivators:

    “Why so many male participants? Do your sects struggle to recruit?”

    “Shameless boys! Where are your veils? Did no one teach you decency?”

    “The Immortal Blessing boys are delightfully delicate. Tempting!”

    “Step down, sir! I don’t fight men—send your women!”

    “Remarkable swordsmanship… for a man. Be my attendant?”

    “A Weaponry Master with your looks? Men belong at home! You win.”

    Celestial maidens and rulers stared in disbelief. This wasn’t a serious competition—it had morphed into a matchmaking frenzy!

    Elite disciples forgot their purpose. Male cultivators couldn’t bring themselves to harm precious “noble ladies,” while female cultivators refused to “bully” ethereal men who looked better suited as spouses. Early earnest matches gave way to farce:

    “Let me lose this round!”

    “No, I’ll lose!”

    “Rock-paper-scissors decides it!”

    Leaders watched, dumbstruck. What fresh madness was this?!

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