In a very short time, he reached the seventh level of perfection.

However, such a sudden advancement could easily lead to an unstable foundation, but the Bai family didn't care.

The task of the two hundred knife mission was merely a challenge to Ruo Tinghan.

He cares about the two hundred cuts; an unstable foundation might affect his advancement to the ninth rank, but he has no other choice right now.

What he looked forward to most was lying exhausted next to Luo Qingqing after each long period of cultivation.

Every time Luo Qingqing massaged him, he would show a tired smile.

He even felt that this was a good thing, at least Luo Qingqing was safe, as long as he listened to the Bai family, she would be safe.

Time flies, and the Azure Spirit Tournament arrives.

As expected, the Ling Shu Pavilion's rankings placed Ruo Tinghan in first place, Bai Qiling in second, and Lei Jing in third.

As for the two hundred dollars, it's not on the list.

So Erbaidao challenged Ruotinghan, and the challenge alone caused a huge uproar.

On the arena, Ruo Tinghan smiled as she looked at the two hundred knives who had come to challenge her.

"You still came."

But as Erbaidao approached, he sensed an unstable aura emanating from Erbaidao and asked in confusion:

"You... a seventh-tier Great Perfection cultivator? What's going on? Why is your aura so unstable?"

Two Hundred Blades took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and said with a serious face:

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

Ruo Tinghan clearly felt that the person in front of her was not quite the same as the one she had met several months ago.

So he raised his sword:

"I hope that after the conference, we can have a seat, have some tea, and have a good chat about what you've been through."

Erbaidao looked at Ruotinghan, shook his head, and the ghost blade in his hand shone brightly.