Xiang Fan quickly waved his hands, his face showing uneasiness: "Senior Sister, please don't say that... I just did a small thing. The real heroes are Chu Yang and the others."

Lu Qingli looked at him, smiled helplessly, and patted his shoulder: "Don't always underestimate yourself. If it weren't for the trap you designed, we wouldn't have been able to hunt the rare spirit beast so smoothly, let alone defeat Emperor Ye Tian. You should be proud of yourself."

Xiang Fan lowered his head and whispered, "It's really just luck... nothing special..."

Chu Yang came over, patted Xiang Fan on the shoulder, and laughed, "Little Junior Brother, don't be so modest! Next time I have a tactical question, I'll come straight to you. Don't say you don't know how to do it! I can see that you are a master who hides his true abilities!"

Xiang Fan's face flushed red as he spoke, and he could only stammer in response, "Really...really not, Senior Brother, you...you're too kind."

Not far away, Shen Tianshu snorted coldly and walked forward. He glanced between Lu Qingli and Xiang Fan, a sarcastic smile on his lips. "Hmph, so what about a mecha team? What's the point of relying on external objects to win? If it weren't for these unorthodox methods, the Lingxiao Sect's trials would have long been dominated by us, the non-mecha team."

Chu Yang was furious when he heard this and retaliated without hesitation, "Brother Shen, are you saying that you lost so miserably because the rules of the secret realm are unfair? If it weren't for the mecha, you would have won first place a long time ago, right?"

Shen Tianshu's expression froze, but he quickly regained his sneer: "Some people only gained points by relying on the advantages of their mechas. Their true strength is just so-so. We'll see in the next trial."

Chu Yang was about to retort when Xiang Fan gently tugged on his sleeve. He turned to look at Xiang Fan, who whispered, "Forget it, Brother. There's no need to argue. Why ruin the relationship over such trivial matters?"

Seeing that Chu Yang did not continue to refute, Shen Tianshu snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left, still muttering: "Mecha... after all, it can't become a great way, it's just a trick."

Chu Yang looked at Shen Tianshu's back, curled his lips, and made a face in his direction: "You really can't afford to lose! If you're not convinced, come back next time. You can't win by talking."

Lu Qingli sighed softly and said to Chu Yang and Xiang Fan, "Don't take it to heart. Senior Brother Shen was just feeling unhappy for a moment. He probably felt that he had failed in his duty by not leading the team to victory. The victory or defeat is over, so there's no need to dwell on it."

Chu Yang crossed his arms and said disdainfully, "Senior Sister, you are kind-hearted. If it were me, I would have told him to go and reflect on himself long ago! It's understandable that people are dissatisfied, but just yelling is ridiculous."

Xiang Fan stood aside and whispered, "Maybe Senior Brother Shen... just feels that he hasn't fulfilled his responsibilities." His voice was not loud, but it left Chu Yang speechless for a moment.

Lu Qingli smiled and nodded. "Xiang Fan is right. Winning or losing is part of the trial, but what's more important is learning to grow from it. Everyone, go back and practice well. The future of the sect depends on you young people."