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Nanqing added another bed to his bedroom, placing it on the other side of the room.

"Taipei, close your eyes and go to sleep. Don't stare at me anymore."

"...Yes, Master..."

Tantai Bei lay on his side and obediently closed his eyes when he heard Nan Qing's voice, but after a moment, he quietly opened his eyes a crack and, by the moonlight, peeked at the figure that was only a few feet away from him.

He didn't understand why he felt an urge to get close to his master upon their first meeting, but he liked looking at his master and he liked the scent of his master...

As night deepened, Tan Taipei finally closed his eyes, but the direction he faced was still the same one he had been looking at before going to sleep.

The next day.

Zhengqing Peak.

Master Qinghe looked at the two figures, one large and one small, in the hall, and almost lost his composure.

He is the sect leader of the Qingyun Sect and a cultivator in the Mahayana stage.

Now you want him to teach a little kid...to read! ??

He asked his master for this apprentice, but his master refused. In the end, he still dumped the task of training the apprentice on him.

"Uncle-Master..." Master Qinghe tried his best to maintain the image of the sect leader, attempting to struggle, "The Grand Elder is quite free, how about... we let him come?"

Nan Qing doesn't care who comes, as long as someone takes over.

"Anyway, I've handed the person over to you, you can make the arrangements."

Qinghe Zhenren: "..."

He finally understood that his martial uncle wanted to enjoy the fun of raising disciples but didn't want to take on the trouble of teaching!

Nan Qing patted Dan Taipei's head: "Study hard with your senior brother. If you need anything, just ask him. I'll pick you up at noon."

Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared from the main hall, leaving behind Master Qinghe and Tan Taibei staring at each other with wide eyes.

Nan Qing believed that professional matters should be handled by professionals, such as teaching swordsmanship and magic, which was her area of ​​expertise.

As for teaching children to write...

In this way, he was sent to Zhengqing Peak in the morning, picked up at noon, had lunch at Lingshan Pavilion, and then returned to Lingxiao Peak in the afternoon to teach him various spells.

The ordinary days passed by one by one.

Three months later, the Qingyun Sect held its triennial sect competition.

The Qingyun Sect holds a grand competition every three years, pitting Qi Refining disciples against Qi Refining disciples, Foundation Establishment disciples against Foundation Establishment disciples, and Golden Core disciples against Golden Core disciples. It is an important opportunity for outer disciples to enter the inner sect.

But this year's competition is not just that simple. The nine disciples who win this year's sect competition will represent the Qingyun Sect in the sect joint competition held every thirty years in the Nine Heavens Continent.

The Nine Heavens Continent is vast, with countless cultivators, and the immortal cultivation sects are divided into three ranks.

The first-class category includes three sects and one pavilion.

They are Qingyun Sect, Yushou Sect, Xuantian Sect, and Tianji Pavilion respectively.

There are eight major sects in the second-tier sects. Although they are not as powerful as the first-tier sects, each sect has a strong expert at the Mahayana stage.

The number of third-tier sects is countless, most of which are affiliated with higher-tier sects or live in remote corners.

The Joint Sect Competition is hosted in rotation by the three sects and one pavilion. It is not only a stage for talented disciples from each sect to showcase their strength, but also concerns the ranking and resource allocation among the sects.

Therefore, all sects attach great importance to this.

On the main peak square of the Qingyun Sect, disciples from all peaks had arrived. Whether they were inner disciples or outer disciples, they were all eager to participate in this year's sect competition.

The outer disciples of Qingyun Peak wear uniform blue robes, while the inner disciples wear white robes. The robes are embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, but the belts around their waists are different colors, indicating which peak they belong to.

Medicine King Peak has an emerald green ribbon, Sword Peak has a jet-black ribbon, Spirit Beast Peak has a brownish-yellow ribbon, and Array Peak has a crimson ribbon...

The direct disciples of the elders and the sect leader are all deep purple.

"clang--"

The deep, resonant sound of the bell, imbued with immense spiritual power, echoed through the heavens. The eight elders and the sect leader, Master Qinghe, arrived on auspicious clouds, landing on the high platform and taking their seats.

Suddenly, icy mist rose from the jade throne that had been deliberately left empty next to the sect leader's seat, and Nan Qing's figure appeared in that position, with Tan Tai Bei standing beside him.

"Greetings, Uncle-Master."

"Greetings, Supreme Elder."

As soon as Master Qinghe and the other elders took their seats, they all stood up and bowed, and the disciples below the stage followed suit.

Nan Qing used her spiritual power to transmit her voice to every corner of the square:

"rise."

After everyone returned to their places, the Grand Elder walked into the air and gave a soft shout:

"quiet!"

As the voice faded, the nine suspended arenas simultaneously lit up with array light, and then the Grand Elder began to announce the rules of this sect competition.

Day 1, the knockout stage.

Each track is divided into three arenas, and each arena can accommodate 100 participants for a free-for-all at the same time.

Once the competition begins, all participants must demonstrate their abilities on the stage, either by teaming up or fighting alone. Anyone who falls, voluntarily surrenders, or loses their fighting ability will be eliminated until only one person remains on the stage.

The second and third days are ranking matches.

All successful disciples will draw lots to determine their opponents and engage in one-on-one battles.

The competition is held until the contest ends, and is supervised by the sect's stewards. If one side concedes defeat or is knocked out of the arena, the other side wins. The top ten in each track will be determined in the end.

The final three days will be the challenge.

The top ten disciples in each track can choose their own challengers and initiate a challenge match.

Ultimately, the top three disciples in each track will not only receive corresponding winning rewards, including high-level cultivation techniques, elixirs, and magical treasures, but will also represent the Qingyun Sect in the sect's joint competition.

"The sect competition shall now begin!"

As the Grand Elder's voice fell, the disciples rushed from all directions, some flying, some running, towards the arena corresponding to their cultivation level.

Once each arena is filled with 100 people, the barrier automatically closes, making it impossible to enter again; one must wait for the next round.

The Qingyun Sect has a large number of disciples, both outer and inner. There are tens of thousands of outer disciples and several thousand inner disciples. Although not everyone will participate, the total number of participants from both the outer and inner sects must be several thousand.

However, the first round of elimination matches is generally not very interesting, especially for the Qi Refining stage. It's basically a back-and-forth provocation, which makes Nan Qing feel sleepy.

"Taipei, you'll be on stage next round. After we finish, we'll head back."

"Yes, Master."

Upon hearing this, Master Qinghe couldn't help but step aside and offer his advice:

"Uncle-Master, Junior Brother is still young. Shouldn't we wait a little longer?"

In the end, he did not hand Tan Taibei over to other elders. For the past three months, he personally taught Tan Taibei to read and write and imparted basic magic techniques.

His junior brother is indeed the favored son of Heaven, truly gifted and talented, far exceeding his imagination.

Whether it's basic literacy or other techniques taught to him, he can learn them after seeing them once, master them after seeing them twice, and even find flaws in the techniques after seeing them three times, making improvements accordingly.

"What are you waiting for? You've been repairing for months. If you can't even win the sect's grand competition, then you might as well give up on repairing and go back to the mortal realm to drink milk."

Qinghe Zhenren: "..."

But Tan Taibei, who was standing next to her, nodded heavily with a serious face when he heard his master's words.

Master is right!

Qinghe: "..."

He knew it! His junior uncle would definitely lead his little golden seedling astray!