Luo Shuyun also clearly saw Song Qi and gave him a gentle smile.

Other disciples who noticed Luo Shuyun whispered among themselves: "Did you see that? Senior Sister Luo actually smiled just now."

"I saw it too. I thought I was seeing things."

“He did laugh,” another person said. “I don’t know who he was laughing at.”

"It's not aimed at me, is it?" One person raised an eyebrow at the others.

"Where do you get the nerve to make Senior Sister Luo smile at you? She's lucky if she even glances at you." Another person said with disdain.

Song Qi went to the contestants' waiting area and sat down to prepare for the draw.

Her seat was towards the back, with the other outer disciples. This was practically the only chance for an outer disciple to enter the inner sect. Although everyone knew the chances of winning were practically zero, they still held onto it like they were winning the lottery, and many people signed up.

Song Qi sat down with her sword in her hand. She noticed that even among the outer disciples, fifty percent of them had their own swords.

She touched the sword in her hand and took a deep breath.

In the first few rounds, all four matches started simultaneously, but when there were only forty players left, the matches were played one by one.

In the first round, she was quite lucky, drawing a disciple who was only at the third level of Qi Refining, and she knocked him off the stage in half a minute.

Fang Yue was somewhat surprised by Song Qi's decisive and efficient manner.

"She's only at the third level of Qi Refining, and she's already overpowered someone at the fourth level. It would be embarrassing if she lost to her." Fang Hui curled his lip, quite disdainfully. "I really look forward to meeting her and kicking her off the stage."

Fang Ya rested her chin on her hand, her expression innocent, but what she said sent a chill down her spine: "Why not just finish her off on the stage? She's so annoying. Brother Fang Yue reminded her so many times not to participate, but she still came. Let her realize she was wrong, and when she dies, she'll find out she's still trash. Wouldn't that be great?"

Fang Yue glanced at Fang Ya with a cold face. He used to think these people were alright, but now he felt like they were devils.

"What's wrong with Brother Fang Yue?" Fang Ya noticed Fang Yue's gaze and looked up in confusion.

Fang Yue looked away, not wanting to talk to her anymore.

"Brother Fang Hui, should we cause Fang Yaoyao some trouble?" Fang Yi asked.

"No need." Fang Hui twitched the corner of his mouth. "If we let her go on stage injured, wouldn't that give her an excuse to lose? She's such a stubborn person, of course we have to beat her when she's at her best. I hope she can meet me."

In the morning, because the inner disciples had a high chance of encountering outer disciples, the competition proceeded quickly.

Song Qi fought three matches in one morning, and all of them were against outer disciples.

"I didn't expect her to be so lucky." Fang Ya had been keeping an eye on Song Qi's movements.

"Heh." Fang Hui smirked and glanced at Song Qi.

He decided to take some action and wanted to put Song Qi outside the top 40.

In the afternoon, the number of people who could continue to participate in the competition was 160.

After finishing this battle, it's like half the battle is won. The layout of the square is very clear. There are still quite a few inner disciples, all dressed in white. The outer disciples are dressed in blue and are easy to count. There are only three left. Of these 160 people, only Song Qi is still using the same sword.

Song Qi had seven or eight spare swords beside her. She had already changed three swords. When she was practicing, she didn't realize that the swords were so easy to break. Fortunately, the Green Mountain Sect would reimburse the swords that were damaged normally, otherwise they really couldn't afford to waste them.

Fang Yue glanced back at Song Qi, who was sitting upright, and a strange thought suddenly came to his mind—she could make it to the end.

When eighty people are reduced to forty.

Song Qi faced off against Fang Hui.

Looking at the smug expressions on their faces, she knew that this must have been arranged by Fang Hui on purpose.

"Do you want to borrow my sword?" Luo Shuyun sent a message.

“No need.” Song Qi stroked the sword in his hand. “If I were to use your natal sword, it would just be a little sturdier than a normal sword.”

Be careful.

"Um."

Song Qi took three swords and brought them onto the stage, placing two of them beside the arena.

The surrounding area erupted in laughter.

Fang Liao looked down at the audience with a dark expression. He also felt that Song Qi was just lucky to have made it this far.

The two people stood in the center of the arena.

Fang Hui twirled the sword in his hand, staring at Song Qi, his eyes filled with obvious killing intent.

Song Qi looked at him calmly.

Fang Hui is currently only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and Song Qi doesn't think the two-level difference is a problem.

Only those who challenge those above their level are truly strong.

With the sound of a gong, the competition began.

Fang Hui charged out first with his sword, but Song Qi dodged him.

After a few exchanges, anyone could see that Fang Hui intended to kill Song Qi; every move was a killing blow.

"What grudge could this be?"

"You don't know this, do you? Fang Yaoyao is the illegitimate daughter of Fang Hui's uncle, a disgrace to the Fang family. She came to the Green Mountain Sect this time by sneaking away."

"An illegitimate daughter? Tsk, if I were her, I'd rather find a rope and hang myself."

Luo Shuyun glanced at the two people who were talking amongst themselves not far away, and with a slight movement of her fingers, the legs of their chairs shattered, and they fell off the chairs.

She snorted and looked away.

Song Qi kept dodging and didn't even draw his sword.

"Fang Yaoyao, why don't you just admit defeat and kowtow to me three times, and I'll spare your life?"

Song Qi sneered: "So young and yet so vicious. I have never offended you, yet you keep pushing me to the brink."

She had figured out Fang Hui's attack pattern, and drew her sword, attacking him.

"Why bother being stubborn? Everything you've done is in vain!" Fang Hui said.

Song Qi ignored him, and half a minute later, the battle began to change.

"Is Fang Hui trapped by Fang Yaoyao?"

"It seems so. Fang Hui's scheme has been seen through." Several senior disciples sighed.

Fang Hui also felt that he was being controlled at every turn, and he felt inexplicably irritable.

Song Qi's attack speed increased. She had five spiritual roots, which required a lot of spiritual energy when cultivating, so the spiritual power available in her body was more than that of an ordinary Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator.

"Tsk, it's been two incense sticks already, and you still haven't managed to kill me? Are you still going to kill me or not? If you don't... then I'll kill you." Song Qi's lips curled up slightly, and in the moment when Fang Hui was stunned, the sword in his hand became increasingly aggressive, revealing a murderous aura.

Fang Liao slammed his hand on the table and stood up. Fang Hui was somewhat at a loss as to how to deal with Song Qi's sudden change, wondering why Song Qi's tactics were so varied.

It's impossible to discern the specific sword technique used, but one can sense that each of her strikes is purposeful, exhibiting a mixture of disorder and order.

The elders sitting on the high platform were also looking down.

"Fang Yaoyao is actually a pretty good kid."

"Yes, although it's a spiritual root, the talent isn't bad either. It reached level six in just one year."

"yes."

The elders nodded in agreement, but none of them suggested taking Song Qi as their disciple.

"I wonder who she learned her swordsmanship from."

"It does resemble the methods of people who have a lot of practical experience."

Several people laughed.

Where can a twelve-year-old go for real-world practice?

After Fang Hui revealed an obvious opening, Song Qi thrust his sword directly towards Fang Hui's throat.

Fang Hui couldn't dodge in time. Fang Liao glared and flashed onto the arena, deflecting Song Qi's sword. Song Qi frowned, immediately changed direction, and the sword slashed fiercely across Fang Hui's cheek.

As he screamed in agony, Fang Liao instinctively slapped Song Qi.

However, Song Qi did not retreat, but Fang Liao took a step back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Silence fell over the surroundings, and all eyes were on their arena.

Blood was dripping from Fang Hui's face. Song Qi had used a lot of force, and the wound on his face was so deep that the bone was visible.

Fang Liao looked at the person who landed on the arena.

“Patriarch Fang, there are rules to the arena competition. What do you mean by interfering with the competition at will and even trying to injure my Green Mountain Sect disciples?” Lu Yuhuai looked at her coldly.

Fang Liao took a deep breath: "I just don't want to see those siblings kill each other."

Before Lu Yuhuai could speak, Song Qi let out a cold laugh.

"Patriarch Fang is truly interesting. When Fang Hui tried to kill me at the beginning, you didn't step in to stop him." Song Qi dropped the sword in his hand and looked at him coldly.

Her divine sense had already been activated. After discovering that she could freely enter Fang Liao's divine sense, she decisively invaded and slapped Fang Liao twice, then ran away while he was dizzy and disoriented.

Fang Liao felt pain in his cheek, as if his consciousness had been attacked, but judging from Lu Yuhuai's appearance, he didn't think he was the kind of person who would slap him twice.

"It's just a misunderstanding," Fang Liao said with a dark face. "You really did it."

“During this time, Fang Hui has been reminding me that I have to sign a life-or-death contract before going into the arena. It’s really interesting. As expected of the Fang family, they are truly shameless. The rules are for restraining others, but they can do whatever they want.” Song Qi looked at Fang Hui coldly, “Utterly disgusting.”

Lu Yuhuai glanced at Song Qi. He hadn't understood why the child was so precocious before, but now he had gleaned some of the reasons.

Fang Hui remained silent, still stunned by his loss to Song Qi.

Fang Liao felt Song Qi's hateful gaze and trembled: "Don't try to distort the truth."

"Right and wrong are known to all. Everyone has seen how Fang Hui usually bullies me, but no one dares to speak out because of the Fang family's power and influence." Song Qi looked coldly at Fang Liao. "Patriarch Fang, please make it clear to everyone that I have nothing to do with you. You disgust me so much that I want to change my blood."

"I've always heard that the Fang family head is fair and just, and I've witnessed it for myself today. I wonder if the Fang family head can leave the arena now?" Lu Yuhuai said indifferently. "I hope the Fang family head will refrain from interfering in the arena from now on. I will be watching closely. If I accidentally injure the Fang family head while trying to uphold the rules, I hope you will forgive me."

"After all, as the leader of the Green Mountain Sect, I cannot stand by and watch someone trample on our heads and break the rules of the Green Mountain Sect."

“Since a life-and-death contract has been signed, one must be able to accept the outcome. If the Fang family members are afraid of death and cannot accept this contract, they should withdraw from the Ten Great Families as soon as possible. The Demon Battlefield has no need for cowards.” After Lu Yuhuai finished speaking, he flew back to his position.

Song Qi glanced at Lu Yuhuai, then at Fang Liao, whose expression alternated between pale and flushed.

"Ugh, disgusting." Song Qi left the arena with just two words.