Shen Qingwan stood outside the arena, watching the retreating team, her eyes filled with mixed emotions. Cheers echoed around her, the audience's faces flushed with excitement, some even chanting, "Xingyuan Sect, must win!" But to Shen Qingwan, these cheers were like knives stabbing her heart.

She slowly walked up to Ning Yuge, trying hard to suppress her emotions, but her voice still trembled: "Junior Brother Ning, is this your miracle? Turning them into this, is this what you call victory?"

Ning Yuge was checking the status of the team members. When she heard her words, she turned around with a nonchalant smile on her face: "Yes, Senior Sister, isn't this what you wanted? Winning the game and enhancing the prestige of the sect. Isn't the result enough to speak for itself?"

"But the look in their eyes..." Shen Qingwan's voice choked, "They don't look like cultivators at all, let alone human beings. They've lost their emotions and vitality. Even victory can't make them happy. What do they look like now?!"

Ning Yuge spread his hands indifferently, a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "It doesn't matter what they look like. What matters is that they are strong enough to win. The world of immortal cultivation is a place where the strong prey on the weak. Only the winner can define what is right."

Shen Qingwan stared at his face, tears welling in her eyes. "But they are still human beings, cultivators! The meaning of cultivating immortals is not just about strength, but also about the heart of Tao, emotions, and balance. Is it really worth it for you to turn them into a group of cold puppets now?"

Ning Yuge smiled, her tone calm and almost indifferent: "Senior Sister, they are just adapting to the rules of the immortal world. Dao heart? Balance? These things are not enough to let them survive in the competition."

Ling Ruoxi, who was standing by, covered her mouth with her hands, laughing so hard she collapsed. She interrupted, "Senior Sister Shen, please don't be angry. Although my cousin's methods were a bit cruel, you have to admit that the effect was indeed outstanding. You know what these team members were like before, and they are so powerful now. They are simply the killer weapons of Xingyuan Sect."

"Killing weapon..." Shen Qingwan muttered to herself, her eyes slightly red. "Is this what you understand as the path to immortality?"

Ling Ruoxi grinned and patted her shoulder casually: "Senior Sister, these days, emotions are worthless. Compared to losing shamefully, what's the difference between winning ruthlessly? At least no one will dare to laugh at our Xingyuan Sect."

Shen Qingwan didn't say anything else, but clenched her fists tightly, trying hard not to let the tears fall. She turned and left. Ling Ruoxi looked at her back and couldn't help but say to Ning Yuge, "Cousin, if you continue like this, Senior Sister might really go crazy."

Ning Yuge shrugged, his face nonchalant: "Go crazy if you want, it's not me who's crazy anyway."

The day after the match, the Xingyuan Sect's main hall was bustling with activity as the elders gathered together to hold an emergency meeting to discuss yesterday's victory. While the match was a beautiful victory, it also sparked considerable controversy.

A white-bearded elder stroked his beard and spoke gravely, "Yesterday's victory certainly made the sect proud, but the performance of those disciples... was too intense. They hardly looked human."

Another elder nodded in agreement, "That's right. When I was watching the match yesterday, I was horrified by the look in their eyes. It wasn't a human look at all; it was the bloody killing intent of the battlefield!"

But there were also dissenting voices: "This is the Five Sects League. Everyone knows the law of the jungle. Who cares about the opponent's feelings? Winning is everything!"

An elder, usually the most argumentative, interrupted with a sneer, "That sounds nice. But look at those disciples after they left the field. They couldn't even smile. They won the competition, but they lost the bottom line that a cultivator should have. If this method continues, Xingyuan Sect will sooner or later become a cold-blooded sect!"

The elders argued back and forth, the atmosphere tense. Shen Qingwan, standing in the corner, listened to their debate, her mind a turmoil. She clutched her handkerchief tightly and whispered to herself, "Am I really wrong? Is this victory really worth it?"

Yu Ge stood in the center of the hall. Facing the elders' warnings, he showed no shame at all, but instead seemed incredibly confident. His tone was filled with a barely concealed smugness: "Elders, I have never denied that my methods are extreme, but without this kind of training, could we have won this match? Isn't victory exactly what the sect needs most?"

A gentle elder sighed softly, "Yuge, you are still too young. The world of immortal cultivation does indeed value strength, but if you only pursue immediate victory and ignore the character of your disciples, you may suffer endless troubles in the future."

Another elder added gravely, "Have you seen those cultivators who have fallen into the devil's way? They too began by pursuing power. Once their character is destroyed, cultivating immortality becomes empty talk. If you turn these disciples into cold-blooded killers, will they ever be able to comprehend the great Dao?"

Ning Yuge's mouth twitched. He knew the elders had a point, but his stubborn nature prevented him from conceding. He lowered his head and feigned an air of humbly accepting. "I understand the elders' teachings, and I will definitely pay attention to them in the future."

The elders looked at each other. Although he agreed on the surface, everyone could see the disapproval in his eyes.

After leaving the hall, Shen Qingwan quickly caught up with him, her face full of worry: "Junior Brother Ning, did you really listen to the elders' words? Or are you just perfunctory?"

Ning Yuge paused and looked back at her, her eyes calm but revealing an unquestionable determination: "Senior Sister, I know what you are worried about. But have you ever thought about what these disciples will face if we lose? They will be ridiculed and questioned, and the sect may even cut their cultivation resources. Instead of letting them despair because of failure, why not let me make them stronger in this way."

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