Upon hearing Zhenru's voice, the crowd below, whose eyes had been burning with anticipation, seemed to finally come to their senses.

At the same time, I understood what the helplessness in Zhenru's eyes meant.

One of the quick-witted ones, with a thought in mind, immediately spoke up:

"Fellow Daoist Zhenru, how many rounds are you still lacking?"

Zhenru turned her head and looked at the cultivator standing by the arena, responsible for recording the battle. The cultivator dared not be negligent and quickly said:

"Two more games to go."

The person asking the question didn't need to repeat what was said; he simply turned to the audience and said:

"I'll go up for a round, and then someone else can make up the numbers for Fellow Daoist Zhenru!"

Upon hearing this, even the least bright people in the audience understood what it meant. They suddenly realized and raised their hands to indicate that they were willing to contribute.

The first person to speak, taking advantage of the crowd's reactions, leaped onto the arena, grinning smugly:

"You can take your time fighting for the last spot. Let me see first just how painful it really is when Fellow Daoist Zhenru hits someone."

After saying this, he turned and bowed to Zhenru, saying:

"Ran Xin, a wandering cultivator, humbly requests guidance from Fellow Daoist Zhenru!"

This person is only in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm; it's obvious he's just trying to help Zhenru get enough appearances.

If Zhenru knew her situation, and someone was willing to help her get a spot in a show, it was a kind gesture, and she was very grateful.

After thinking it over, Zhenru no longer sent people off the stage with a single move as before. Instead, she guided Ren Xin to make a move.

Ren Xin was prepared to be thrown off the stage by Zhenru in the next move, but the opportunity to fight Zhenru was rare, so even knowing the outcome, he still used all his skills to see just how big the gap between the two could be.

This kind of clever man, who knew he was no match but intended to help the enemy, chose to fight seriously, which contrasted sharply with his seemingly shrewd appearance.

This is also a contrast that easily makes people like you – smart but not cunning, tactful but sensible.

Zhenru nodded, becoming even more patient. He guided his opponent to bring out their advantages while constantly pointing out their fatal flaws. They went back and forth like this for more than a dozen moves on the stage.

After Ren Xin passed the first move, he realized he was still on the stage. Looking at Zhenru's gentle eyes, he understood her intention. He was excited and fought even more seriously.

The spectators below the stage were initially scrambling for the last spot, but when they noticed that Ren Xin hadn't been thrown off the stage for a long time, they all felt something was wrong and stopped fighting to see what was happening on the stage.

A Foundation Establishment stage disciple who happened to be passing by, unable to understand the situation on the stage, stood up dumbfounded and said:

"Huh? Wasn't that rogue cultivator Zhenru supposed to be very powerful? Why is he hiding here and there..."

"Smack—!!!"

Before the young disciple could finish speaking, he was slapped hard on the back of the head and warned in a low voice:

Shut up!

The young disciple felt wronged, but he dared not speak. He could only cover the back of his head, strain his ears to listen to the crickets chirping around him, and then he suddenly realized what was going on.

Giving pointers on the ring is quite novel; he wants to see just how effective this pointers are.

The young disciple watched the stage with peace of mind.

At first, it was incomprehensible, but as time passed, the two fighters on the stage became more and more harmonious, and then a magical rhythm spread outwards from the arena, making the spectators below the stage even quieter.

The Foundation Establishment disciple was completely absorbed, forgetting everything else, and sat cross-legged on the spot, muttering something unconsciously.

Before long, someone noticed his situation and started laughing jokingly, even reaching out to pat the young disciple on the back of the head to tease him.

As a result, his hand was stopped halfway down by a force.

Immediately afterwards, a spiritual energy shield covered the junior disciple, and a somewhat cold voice followed:

"He's having an epiphany, don't touch him."

The moment the word "sudden enlightenment" was uttered, although everyone remained silent under Zhenru's gaze, the envious looks on their faces were impossible to hide.

Finally, someone, with a sour taste in their mouth, made a sarcastic remark:

"What a lucky person."

They've been watching for so long and genuinely support Zhenru, yet the greatest benefit falls on a clueless little disciple. How could that not be a good thing?

However, the young disciple wasn't the only one who was lucky; Ren Xin, who received meticulous guidance from Zhenru, was also fortunate.

After fighting with Zhenru, he was like a drunkard, staggering and leaving with unfocused eyes, not even in the mood to say a word of thanks.

Zhenru roughly knew what his situation was, so she cast a spiritual energy shield to protect Ren Xin and ensure he returned to his place.

Of course, the last person to go on stage, Zhenru, seeing the expectation in the other person's eyes, also gave some pointers, but in the end, it was not as patient as with Ren Xin.

One was solely focused on fulfilling her own desires, while the other had ulterior motives. Zhenru could certainly understand this behavior, and she herself would have had the same thought.

But people, even if they understand each other, will ultimately be more biased towards the person who is wholeheartedly on their side. She doesn't see anything wrong with that.

After stepping off the arena, seeing the burning gazes behind her, Zhenru, who had originally planned to stroll around the market, gave up the idea and disappeared from sight, returning to the outpost of the Loose Cultivator Alliance.

Someone must have relayed the message back, because when Zhenru returned to the outpost, everyone who saw her greeted her with a smile.

Those who didn't recognize her before no longer looked at her with unfamiliar eyes.

One of the city lords in charge of this cultivation competition, upon seeing Zhenru, couldn't help but say to Chunyu Changfeng, who was sitting next to him:

"Oh dear, young friend Zhenru has once again brought honor to us rogue cultivators. City Lord Chunyu really knows how to train people!"

"It's a pity that the one who had that sudden enlightenment was a disciple of the Tai Xuan Sect, not one of our Loose Cultivator Alliance. If our young friend could publicly guide some of our alliance's outstanding cultivators, I wonder how many of us would have that kind of luck?"

"Smack—!"

Before the city lord could finish speaking, Chunyu Changfeng's expression changed. He slammed his teacup down and said coldly:

"First of all, if she has achieved what she has today, it has little to do with me; it is all the result of her own hard work."

"Secondly, she is a member of my city lord's mansion and not under the control of the alliance. I do not agree to waste her time and she should stop having any improper ideas."

In the end, not only Chunyu Changfeng's face darkened, but the person who brought up the topic also turned pale.

So many independent cultivators came and went at the camp, and they had all overheard what that person said. They were all listening intently, but Chunyu Changfeng refused to go back without any mercy, making him look very bad.

However unpleasant it may seem, Chunyu Changfeng's words are indeed irrefutable.

Watching Chunyu Changfeng get up and walk away, the city lord clenched his fists tightly, and his voice was low as he squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth:

"Chunyu Changfeng! You'd better keep being arrogant!"

Whether Chunyu Changfeng can continue to be arrogant is unknown, but the result of this cultivation competition is destined to make him extremely arrogant.