This time, Yan Feichen was finally sent away.

Lin Zhenzhen picked up the restless little snake in her hand, pried open its mouth, and carefully examined its teeth inside.

"You little rascal, are you poisonous? Aren't you my spirit pet? What, you're not satisfied with me and want to poison me to death so you can find another master?"

The snake struggled desperately against her fingertips, its mouth wide open as if it wanted to bite her.

Lin Zhenzhen clicked her tongue twice: "Looks like a bad kid. Oh well, we'll just have to lock him in the dark room."

She had watched documentaries about training aggressive dogs before and knew that you shouldn't be soft-hearted when dealing with pets that have low obedience.

Spirit pets are also pets, so the principles should be similar.

Lin Zhenzhen put two fingers together and placed a restraint on it before throwing it into her storage bracelet and ignoring it.

On nights after a heavy rain, a thin layer of moisture floats in the air, making it the perfect time to sleep.

Lin Zhenzhen propped up the window, lay on the bed and felt the cool night breeze coming towards her. Soon she felt sleepy and gradually fell asleep.

It was probably well past midnight.

Lin Zhenzhen suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart. She frowned and unconsciously placed her hand on her chest.

She seemed to smell a faint sandalwood scent.

Lin Zhenzhen opened her eyes, and in her dazed state, she saw what appeared to be a blurry figure standing outside the bed curtains.

The dull pain in my chest suddenly became more intense.

A deep sorrow buried within this body seemed to suddenly break through a barrier, spreading and bursting forth from the earth.

The next morning.

Lin Zhenzhen's first feeling upon waking up was swelling.

Her upper and lower eyelids were so swollen that she couldn't open them at all, as if they were inflated.

Lin Zhenzhen got out of bed and looked at herself carefully in the mirror.

"How come my body is like this after I woke up? Did I get stung by an insect?"

The system suddenly popped up: [Host, how did you sleep last night?]

[It's pretty good, anyway, he was like a dead pig, and didn't wake up at all.]

At this point, Lin Zhenzhen yawned widely.

[I'm speechless. Was the original owner of this body a god of sleep? She's already sleepy as soon as she wakes up?]

She mumbled something with her eyes closed while urgently applying an ice pack to reduce the swelling.

Today will be the second round of the new disciple selection process.

The remaining thousand or so contestants will enter a pre-set secret realm to fight alongside their rivals.

This stage will test their teamwork skills.

Teams compete against each other in a point-based system, with the losing team eliminated. This means that in the end, only half of the players will remain.

Lin Zhenzhen, Mo Yin, and a group of peak masters sat together.

Before them lay a spirit stone that shimmered with white light.

This spirit stone is like a projector, able to project the entire scene in the illusion into the air, and also allows you to switch between different perspectives.

Lin Zhenzhen was diligently searching for Yan Rui's figure when Mo Yin, who was sitting next to her, suddenly spoke up.

"Xiao Qi, what's wrong with you...?"

Lin Zhenzhen turned her head and subconsciously touched her eyelids.

Do I look ugly?

"Ugly?!" Mo Yin's eyes widened, his full beard swaying along with the fat tissue on his face.

"How could you think that? Our Xiaoqi is so beautiful, how could she be associated with being ugly?"

Lin Zhenzhen was amused by his exaggerated tone and expression, and she couldn't help but giggle.

She covered her mouth and moved a little closer to him.

"So, senior brother, are you asking how I look?"

"I..." Mo Yin lowered his head, chuckled, and rubbed his bald head. "It's nothing, maybe I saw it wrong."

Mo Yin changed the subject, and Lin Zhenzhen didn't pay much attention to it at first.

but.

Lin Zhenzhen straightened her face and turned to look at Mo Yin beside her: "Senior brother, what exactly do you want to say?"

"No, I have nothing to say."

"You think I don't know? This is the nineteenth time you've sneaked glances at me!"

Seeing that he still looked conflicted, Lin Zhenzhen glared at him and pouted.

"Senior brother, if you keep stammering like this, I'll get angry."

Mo Yin sighed, tugged at Lin Zhenzhen's sleeve, and whispered, "Yesterday, did you see Master?"

"Master?" Lin Zhenzhen's eyes widened, and it took her a moment to process what she had just heard.

She pointed to herself and said, "Are you talking about my master, Master Lianhua?"

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Yan Feichen appeared before everyone with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

He didn't sleep a wink last night, spending the entire night studying the mental cultivation manual Lin Zhenzhen had given him.

Because it was a formal occasion, Yan Feichen specially changed into the long robes that were exclusive to disciples of Tianfeng Peak.

A layer of dark gold pattern is laid flat under the cotton fabric, and very faint peach blossom patterns adorn the top.

From a distance, the pink of the peach blossoms is barely discernible; all that can be seen is a pale white expanse.

Yan Feichen had heard from others before that the style of the disciples' uniforms for each peak was personally decided by the peak master.

It seems that Master truly loves peach blossoms.

Yan Feichen pondered for a moment, then walked to the seat behind Lin Zhenzhen and sat down.

The person in front of me was leaning back in the chair, resting their chin on one hand, their head bobbing rhythmically.

Her slightly open collar swayed with each movement, revealing a hint of alluring pink on her snow-white nape.

The clothes worn by the Master were the same style as his.

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