Without giving the woman in purple a chance to react, he immediately charged forward with his sword.

The girl in purple could only keep consuming talismans to dodge, but even after consuming many talismans, she couldn't withstand the white-clad woman's attacks.

"Why……"

Before the last talisman could be released, the girl in white shattered it with her sword.

Even people were knocked back several meters by the sword energy.

The woman in white smiled gracefully, clasped her hands in a fist and palm salute, and said, "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me!"

The girl in purple turned deathly pale.

The girl from the Hehuan Sect! She actually lost to the girl from the Hehuan Sect!

"You...how could you possibly be?"

She absolutely refused to accept this reality.

The woman in white took out a magazine from Bai Nu Ge and pointed to a sentence printed inside.

"There is only one kind of beauty in this world, and that is to persevere in the right direction. This kind of beauty transcends appearance and comes from the purity and enthusiasm of the heart."

The girl in white chuckled.

"……madman."

The girl in purple was so afraid of losing face that she quickly stepped off the stage when the female cultivator hosting the competition came to announce the results.

"The winner of this match is... Chu Xiang, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect."

The sound wasn't loud, but it immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Is that Chu Xiang, who has mental impairment?" A female disciple from the Qin Tianfu sect recognized her.

An Zhengzheng overheard someone say, "I heard that she was attacked by a monster when she was a child, and her mind is a bit abnormal; she's very stubborn."

After listening for a while, I finally understood.

Chu Xiang was frightened by a demon beast and is mentally unstable. Her family was afraid that she would never be able to get married, so they made her cultivate the Hehuan Sect.

Because of her mental disability, she does whatever others tell her to do, and she obeys whatever her family asks her to learn, but she doesn't do anything else.

I guess she did it because the magazine "Hundred Women's Pavilion" said to do it.

Chu Xiang quickly stepped down from the stage and waited for the second round of the competition.

As she stepped off the stage, she spotted An Zhengzheng immediately, and her expression brightened with obvious joy.

“An Zhengzheng…are you An Zhengzheng?” She ran over excitedly. “You must be me! I’ve watched your video so many times, I’m absolutely sure I’m not mistaken.”

"Why are there bamboo patterns on your face? Should I have them painted on too?"

She carefully examined An Zhengzheng.

An Zhengzheng laughed immediately: "That won't be necessary."

He then asked her, "Are you imitating me?"

Chu Xiang nodded: "Yes! Everyone says you're beautiful, and they all buy your magazines."

“When my mother sent me to Qintian Mansion, she told me to cultivate the Hehuan Sect well. All the fellow disciples in the Hehuan Sect say you are beautiful, so I want to be like you.”

She tilted her head, looking nothing like she did on stage.

If An Zhengzheng hadn't met her in person, she would have found it hard to believe that the talkative and somewhat childish girl in front of her was the same resolute female cultivator who had just appeared on stage.

"You've practiced very well. What level of swordsmanship have you reached now?" An Zhengzheng asked her softly.

Chu Xiang said happily, "I've read the latest magazine! It says in the magazine that the advanced techniques won't be published until next year."

"Keep it up." An Zhengzheng smiled slightly.

Chu Xiang nodded repeatedly.

An Zhengzheng didn't say anything more. She observed Chu Xiang and figured that his family background wasn't good.

The clothes only imitated the style, but the stitching was not fine enough. The same goes for the wooden hairpin; it only had the style and the attribute bonus was very low.

After thinking for a moment, An Zhengzheng took out two bottles of pills from her bosom, which she had made herself.

When she obtained the Demon-Transforming Lotus, she took a few petals and kept them for alchemy.

"This is the Rejuvenating Pill I refined. Just take one a day."

Chu Xiang was frightened by the demon beast, and may have even been attacked and injured her head, which might help to make up for it.

The little girl was very happy and quickly reached out to take it, handling it carefully as if she were protecting something.

“Mother always says, ‘Reciprocity is key.’ An Zhengzheng, if you give me something good, I’ll give you something in return.”

Chu Xiang took out a purse from her bosom. It was a light pink color and embroidered with two wild geese.

"This thing... belongs to the Hehuan Sect?"

An Zhengzheng had seen it before; it was on An Qinghuan's body, but she had embroidered mandarin ducks instead.

Chu Xiang nodded and said, "Yes, all disciples of the Hehuan Sect must learn embroidery. I have infused this purse with my spiritual power, so that I can give it to my beloved and shield him from an attack."

An Zhengzheng declined, saying, "...I'm not the person you love."

Something feels off.

Chu Xiang opened her almond-shaped eyes, looking very puzzled: "Does the person you love have to be a man?"

"...Not really."

Chu Xiang continued, "My beloved is my mother, and you are also here, as are my fellow disciples in the Hehuan Sect who have been kind to me..."

Hearing this, An Zhengzheng breathed a sigh of relief: "They all have them?"

"They all have them!"

An Zhengzheng, on the other hand, had no burden.

She took the purse, which still had a faint fragrance inside. An Zhengzheng had also loved perfume in her previous life, and she could smell the woody and floral scents.

"Thank you very much."

An Zhengzheng nodded slightly.

Chu Xiang visibly brightened up.

"Xiangxiang, it's the second round! It'll be your turn soon!" a girl called out to her.

Chu Xiang stood up abruptly: "An Zhengzheng, I'm going to the second round of the competition. Thank you for the pills."

After saying that, he quickly ran onto the stage.

An Zhengzheng just smiled faintly, weighing the purse in her hand, completely lost in thought.

He got up, calculated the time, and then walked towards the viewing platform for Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

Generally speaking, there are many Qi Refining stage disciples, and by the time they reach their second stage, the Foundation Establishment stage disciples are often just starting their first stage.

An Zhengzheng's card number was right in the middle, so there wasn't much of a rush. However, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory, so she naturally wanted to observe her opponents' performance.

As you walk down to the very end, to the largest viewing platform, the Foundation Establishment stage disciples are poised to unleash their power.

An Zhengzheng attracted almost everyone's attention as soon as she appeared.

Of course, it's not just because of the bamboo leaf pattern on her face.

Most importantly, those who can reach the Foundation Establishment stage are at least twenty years old. Even a genius like Zhou Xu was thought to be over eighteen when people first speculated about his age.

An Zhengzheng was still very young, and the childishness on her face had not yet faded.

He stood out somewhat among a group of disciples in their twenties.

"Junior Sister Zhengzheng?"

As fellow members of the Siyue Gate, they quickly recognized her.

An Zhengzheng nodded and saw the familiar Senior Sister Caiqi.

"The Foundation Establishment stage competition hasn't even started yet! The disciples of the seven major sects are competing, and this battle will last at least seven days."

Senior Sister Caiqi smiled and said, "These seven days are a great opportunity for us to learn from each other."

Normally, there aren't such grand events.

An Zhengzheng said, "Yes, I also wanted to see what level I could reach."

"Among the disciples of the Ruthless Path, you are the first to participate in this kind of competition."