Luo Yanyan said with a smile, "Senior Brother Xu, please go easy on me in the competition later."

Xu Jiyun: Show mercy? How can I show mercy? He's only in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, while Luo Yanyan is a whole minor realm higher than him.

But he readily agreed, "Okay, I will."

Xu Jiyun was the youngest handyman disciple on Piaomiao Peak, and therefore, his cultivation level was also the lowest. He was usually too busy to go out and do missions, so he chose to participate in the competition to accumulate combat experience. He had seriously competed in four matches before, and in the fifth match, he encountered Luo Yanyan from Tianyi Peak.

The two took their positions, and at the command of the elder, Luo Yanyan immediately unleashed a wind-based spell, transforming a fierce wind into a blade that mercilessly slashed at Xu Jiyun's neck.

Fortunately, Xu Jiyun reacted quickly. He immediately cast hand seals, using an earth-based spell to block her, and then a fireball to smash Luo Yanyan. Just as Luo Yanyan was about to dodge, he cast a wood entanglement spell, followed by a water-based cleansing spell to give her a thorough cleanse. Finally, he used his powerful physique to kick the stunned Luo Yanyan off the stage.

After kicking the person, Xu Jiyun smoothed his wind-blown hair and torn clothes. "Junior Sister Luo, your wind magic is too strong. My disciple's robe is ruined."

There was nothing he could do; he was just a mixed spiritual root with four elements, which made him a bit flustered and disorganized during matches. He was often caught off guard and ended up looking rather pathetic even after winning.

Alas, he has disgraced the ancestor.

Luo Yanyan, who was thrown off the stage and lay sprawled on the ground, was originally conscious, but she was so angry that she fainted.

What happened to going easy on them?

Wait, why could Xu Jiyun, who was a minor realm lower than her, defeat her so easily?

Sheng Xinyue felt a surge of joy as she looked at her senior sister lying on the ground. The reason she was accepted into the tutelage of True Monarch Minghua was because she was also a top-grade wind spirit root, and True Monarch Minghua's disciples were all wind spirit roots.

However, she is the only one with a top-grade wind spirit root.

This senior sister thinks she's new and has bullied her a lot. Now that she's lost face so badly, let's see what she can use to compete with her!

In this grand competition, only seven people from Misty Peak registered. There are also some other restrictions in the sect competition, so only these seven people are qualified to participate.

At the end of today's competition, the seven people gathered together.

"I have disgraced the ancestor today. You all defeated your opponents in one move, but I have eight pieces of clothing torn to shreds."

The one speaking was naturally Xu Jiyun. He had participated in eight matches today and once again lamented his poor aptitude. With a mixed spiritual root of four elements, why didn't God give him a complete set of five poisons?

"You've done very well, with eight wins out of eight. You'll automatically advance to the next round tomorrow."

I've been eliminated.

"Who told you to be at the Golden Core stage? You've already won by not dying when you met Senior Brother Lin."

If you lose a match, you're no longer eligible to participate in the next round.

Xu Jiyun smiled too happily, hehehe, it turns out he wasn't the most miserable one.

"Don't be sad. We'll have Junior Sister Diao give you some nourishment and comfort your wounded little heart later."

"Get out of here!"

A burst of laughter filled the cafeteria.

Meanwhile, Lin Fenghan was asking his master for praise.

"Master, I did a good job today, didn't I? Do you have any reward for me?"

Ning Yan: How old are you? Still acting like a child? Rewarding me?

"If Master won't give it to me, then I'll take it myself."

His eyes were fixed on his master's red lips, and his voice carried a hint of ambiguity.

Seeing that his master didn't speak, he actually stepped forward and kissed Ning Yan on the lips.

Perhaps fearing a beating, he quickly stepped back after the kiss, saying, "Master, this disciple has other matters to attend to and will not disturb your rest any longer."

After saying that, he fled in panic.

I really don't know if he's bold or cowardly.

The fifth day of the sect competition, which was also the last day of competition for all the disciples.

If you defeat two more people, you can win first place and receive the generous rewards prepared by the sect.

Lin Fenghan lived up to expectations and won first place in the Golden Core group. Several menial disciples wanted to celebrate with him, but he refused. He immediately took the reward to his master and asked, "Master, do you still stand by your promise to me?"

Ning Yan remained expressionless. "Of course."

Lin Fenghan's face flushed red instantly. He had just taken a bath and changed into a red brocade robe, feeling a bit like a groom. Hearing his master say it was natural, he immediately waved his hand to set up an isolation barrier, and then slowly took off all his clothes one by one.

Ning Yan: No, although the weather isn't cold, it's not good for him to be naked indoors during the day.

Lin Fenghan slowly walked up to his master, "Master, your disciple will serve you..."

Why not choose to enjoy being served?

Oh, so you didn't have it. Never mind then.

She has it, so...

"You kid, this... you really learned this from a book?"

Lin Fenghan looked up in surprise, "Master, it seems you are quite satisfied?"

Ning Yan didn't speak, but moved her long legs slightly. "Keep it up."

"Master, your disciple would like to try flying on your natal sword..."

Ning Yan: ... She quickly covered his mouth; this kid was really going to fly to the moon.

...

From that day forward, Lin Fenghan moved into Ning Yan's bedroom and officially became his master's intimate guest.

But he did not slack off in his cultivation; on the contrary, he became even more diligent. He said that he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with his master, and only then would he be qualified to proclaim this to the world.

However, the sect elders then approached Ning Yan, requesting that their ancestor take on more disciples.

The patriarch imparted all his knowledge even to menial tasks, so why couldn't he offer guidance to his outstanding disciples?

The sect leader didn't lose his composure. He came to discuss things and brought a lot of cultivation resources with him, showing great sincerity. He was almost ready to kneel and kowtow to Ning Yan as if she were his ancestor the moment he entered the door.

"Alright, enough with the formalities. Sit down and have some tea."

“Grandmaster Uncle, I did not dare to disturb your cultivation before. However, I predicted that a great calamity would befall our sect in a hundred years, with only one in a thousand disciples surviving and the cultivation world suffering immense devastation. I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.”

Ning Yan raised an eyebrow. "Predict? When did you acquire that ability?"

The elders all turned their gazes toward the sect leader.

The sect leader blushed. "Saying that it was a prediction was not very accurate. My grand-disciple had a dream, and the things that happened in the dream were exceptionally real. The founding ancestor personally entered the dream and said that the Immortal Wu Sect would face a great calamity, that the Demon Clan would make a comeback, and that my grand-disciple and all these elders would die at the hands of the Demon Lord."

This dream didn't just happen once; it lasted for three whole days, and everything that happened in the dream was exactly as described.

Ning Yan sat upright, as steady as an old dog.

"Then how did you come up with the idea of ​​having me mentor the disciples in the sect?"

"It was Immortal Lord Minghua who suggested it." (End of Chapter)