Seeing a smart young man coming to Linfeng Tower, other monks gathered around one after another. They were simple and enthusiastic, chatting with Zhaozhao from time to time. Shi'e was also beside them, agreeing with them with a gentle expression.

Zhao Zhao laughed non-stop and really enjoyed this warm atmosphere.

"Release." As the gentle and low voice came out, the lobby became quiet in an instant.

Everyone stood up quickly. Zhao Zhao looked back and saw a young monk in a snow-white cassock walking down from upstairs. He exuded a noble air. At this moment, he was calling out to Shi'e with a gentle look.

"Master." Shi'e bowed respectfully.

The other monks beside him also followed suit and saluted, "Holy Lord."

Everyone around lowered their heads. Zhao Zhao had no reason to stand straight, so he bent down slightly with them.

Ji Bai's calm eyes swept over everyone and asked them to stand up.

There was no emotion on his gentle face, as if he was looking at everyone, yet it seemed as if he was looking at no one.

"Shi'e, your master has something to tell you." As he said that, he went upstairs first.

Shi'e looked calm. He first apologized to Zhaozhao and then followed Jibai.

He is polite and well-mannered, and is truly a young man with outstanding cultivation and character.

So, after Shi'e left, Zhaozhao drank some tea with the other disciples and then left happily.

After going out, Zhao Zhao looked back at Linfeng Tower again. Thinking of the group of outstanding young people in the building, he couldn't help but smile warmly.

It is because there are so many lovely people in the world that Zhao Zhao is willing to protect them.

He did not want such a warm and compassionate world of cultivation to be destroyed, so he would protect them at the risk of his life, no matter what the cost.

In the next few days, this grand and long-awaited battle between immortals and demons took place as scheduled.

The Immortal Cultivation World and the Demonic World each sent out 400 disciples above the Golden Core stage to participate in the battle, and their opponents were selected by drawing lots.

Unfortunately, the world of immortal cultivation was eventually defeated by the world of demons.

However, everyone seemed to have expected this result.

Although Guiyun Sect lost many Jindan cultivators during its trip to the endless purgatory, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise as the number of Yuanying cultivators also increased significantly.

Compared with the other three, the loss was still decent.

Today, the competition ended, and the top three were Nan Qing from the Demon Realm, Shi E from the Holy Sound Sect, and Yan Shaoqi from the Tianheng Sect.

Zhao Zhao supported her chin with one hand, staring at the dazed Lan Sheng and Pei Ze without blinking. At this moment, the Yinyue Building where they lived was very quiet, and everyone was very depressed.

"Among the ten immortal and demon disciples before the battle between immortals and demons, six were demon cultivators and four were immortal cultivators... Alas." Pei Ze sighed and looked at Lan Sheng.

Lan Sheng raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me? Compared to the last class, isn't it a slight improvement?"

Hearing this, Pei Ze didn't expect him to say anything. Seeing him looking at Zhao Zhao again, Lan Sheng smiled and patted his head, "Don't bother our Zhao Zhao."

Pei Ze rolled his eyes rudely, "Lan Sheng, are you raising a sword spirit or a child?"

Lan Sheng just smiled and said nothing.

"Okay, it's time to go to Jingxi Tower to discuss the training plan for the ten disciples."

As per convention, the top ten in the battle between immortals and demons are all talents selected to fight against natural disasters. They will then be sent to Chigu for special training.

Pei Ze stood up in a hurry, and it looked like he was going to fight.

Lan Sheng also stood up and stared at his back with a resentful look in his eyes, "Lan Sheng, did you forget to bring someone with you~"

Lan Sheng didn't even turn around, and his smiling voice came, "You just stay in Yinyue Tower."

Zhao Zhao was unwilling to do so. She took off and flew onto Lan Sheng's back, "You have to take me with you this time no matter what."

Alas, this little sword spirit is too clingy.

"Okay." Lan Sheng's heart softened again. He shook his body and carried Zhao Zhao more steadily.