Ye Feng hadn't expected Ning Yue to actually make it into the 500s.

Others have been training with them for a long time and have various food bonuses that increase physical attributes.

Being able to defeat such a large group of people truly demonstrates the extraordinary nature of this chief disciple.

However, judging from her shallow breathing and profuse exhalation, she was probably just barely holding on by sheer willpower.

The remaining people were no longer standing; they all collapsed to the ground and laughed unrestrainedly.

Seeing this scene, Shenqing Zhenjun nodded in satisfaction.

This kind of healthy competition is something that all sects are happy to see.

Competition creates a sense of urgency, which motivates us to be more dedicated to self-improvement.

But I couldn't help feeling a little hesitant.

How can I tell my junior brothers to give these high-ranking members of the sect some extra help?

It sounds really bad to talk about someone competing with their disciples for a spot.

If you don't rob it, the taste of the food is like a persistent, irritating sore spot, making you restless and uneasy.

Several of the senior disciples were clamoring to line up early in the morning.

Thinking of Ye Feng's gossipy nature, he felt a headache coming on.

If you're threatened with gossip, should you tell or not?

Headache!

...

Qi Ye, his face bruised and swollen, stayed in his cave.

He was eventually caught by Jue Ming.

Enraged Jue Ming and feeling guilty and hesitant to kill himself, their strengths were surprisingly evenly matched.

If that kid hadn't sensed the approaching Calamity Demon, he might have fought me to a bitter end.

Thinking of the Demon Lord, I can't help but thank my junior uncle.

If it weren't for the junior uncle providing a treasure that could fight against the tribulation demon, then the tribulation would likely have been a matter of life and death.

He took out a fried green square from the jade slip and took a deep, blissful breath.

He muttered to himself, "It smells awful, but tastes... Oh, what a sin! This is for saving my life, how can I indulge my cravings?"

"Luckily, I can still go to my junior uncle's place for a meal tomorrow, otherwise how would I survive?"

...

Even practitioners need to sleep, or more accurately, rest.

It's just that they don't need to rest for as long as the average person.

A meditation session, where one or two hours are enough to gain insight into the Tao.

But tonight, no one is destined to rest.

Those who managed to snag one of the first 500 spots were so excited they couldn't sleep.

They were arrogant and haughty, as if they wanted to broadcast their message all over the world using an amplified jade slip.

Those who didn't manage to get one of the first 500 spots were heartbroken.

He lamented that he had failed at all.

She sucked hard on her lips, trying not to let the tears of sorrow slip down her face.

"Senior brother, let's make a deal. Give me half of the food tomorrow, and in the future, if I win a spot, I'll share it with you, senior brother, okay?"

"Junior brother, it's not that I look down on you. But with your level of wooden-like incompetence, I find it hard to believe you can even make it into the top 500."

"How dare you look down on me like that, senior brother?! You must know that fortunes change every thirty years, so never underestimate a young man's potential!"

...

Zhaoxing and Qingyou both ran to Ningyue's cave.

They're here to collect gambling debts, of course.

The two men, one on each side, supported Ningyue and together carried her to the bed.

Zhao Xing exclaimed in admiration, "Senior Sister, you actually made it into the top 500 on your first training session! I'm truly impressed."

Ningyue chuckled self-deprecatingly, "You're practically risking your life, and you still admire me? If it weren't for the two of you, I probably would have had to fly back on my flying sword."

Zhao Xing grinned mischievously and said, "Senior sister~ take a rest, hehehe."

Her clear eyes were as bright as the stars, full of anticipation.

A hint of shyness appeared on Ningyue's usually cool face, but she forced herself to remain calm and said:

"I've worked up a sweat today and am not feeling well right now, so how about we do it another day?"

Zhao Xing formed a sword incantation and softly uttered, "Purification Technique."

A faint glow emerged from the fingertips.

He pointed at Ningyue, and the light instantly enveloped her.

The radiance gradually coalesced into a cocoon of light.

The cocoon of light continued to flash on Ningyue's body for about 1 minute.

It gradually detached from the body and formed a small gray ball in the air.

Having been baptized by the cocoon of light, Ning Yue was no longer in a sorry state.

His white shirt became spotless.

The messy hair that used to cling to her forehead has become fluffy and smooth.

Her once sweaty face was now rosy and fair, even more delicate than a freshly peeled egg.

Ningyue couldn't help but cover her forehead, and for the first time, she began to hate the methods of cultivation.

Lying side by side on the bed, Zhaoxing and Qingyou squeezed Ningyue on either side.

My experiences after clearing customs kept flashing through my mind like a revolving lantern.

She spoke softly, "What kind of person is Uncle-Master Ye?"

"A cunning man!"

Zhaoxing and Qingyou replied in unison.

Thinking about their feat of downing ten cups of vegetable juice and sweet tea this afternoon, the two women still felt a bitter taste in their mouths.

Just because he spoke two truths in the cave!

Ningyue suddenly remembered that look in his eyes, and her heart sank.

Surely it's not that sensitive? ...

Men tend to talk about women when they get together.

Women naturally talk about men when they get together.

Who else in the sect is the most legendary figure besides Ye Feng?

"Why is Junior Uncle's cultivation only at the late Foundation Establishment stage?"

Once you start gossiping, Zhaoxing feels wide awake.

"I think Junior Uncle's cultivation aptitude is not bad. I heard that it took him three years to successfully establish his foundation after going up the mountain."

"It took three years to reach the Foundation Establishment stage? That's considered pretty poor aptitude, right? Why do you say it's not bad?"

Zhao Xing sat up abruptly and said:

"It is true that it takes three years to build a foundation, but it only took less than a month to go from the beginner level to the advanced level of foundation building."

It took me two years back then!

"I think Junior Uncle is just too lazy to cultivate, and spends all his time studying cooking."

"I think so too. My sect leader even told me to provoke him with my words, which has made me a frequent target of his sarcastic remarks."

...

Life goes on as usual, and we eat our meals as usual.

Those who are eating today should eat as elegantly as they can.

Pick up a slice of meat with your chopsticks, put it in your mouth, chew it, and swallow it.

The whole process takes at least one minute.

Some people even hold the meat high up in the sun to savor it.

"This meat is fragrant and has a perfect balance of lean and fat, neither dry nor greasy. It is truly a masterpiece."

"I must say, Junior Uncle's control of the fire is truly masterful."

"His knife skills are also superb. Even with my natal flying sword, I couldn't cut such neat side dishes."

"Gentlemen, we have gathered here; let us raise a toast."

With food to eat, they chatted back and forth, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

The smell of food, even when there was none, also motivated him, so he gritted his teeth and made a firm decision.

Just as he was about to unleash his fury, he suddenly heard his junior uncle's voice.

"Today, there's unlimited healthy vegetable juice and sweet tea. Come on up if you want some."

Believe it or not, although these two things taste terrible, there are always some people whose sense of taste is different from others.

Both of these items have beauty and skin-nourishing effects.

This effect would be absolutely devastating for female cultivators.

Moreover, the bitterness can suppress one's appetite to some extent and reduce the amount of tears flowing from the corners of one's mouth.

Shenqing Zhenjun had just returned to the main hall when he saw a hurried figure.