The two exam papers were projected onto the platform with spiritual energy. Not only were the elders reviewing the papers together, but all the disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect were also judging them.

Of the three components of the Young Sect Master's competition, the management of sect affairs and the contest of strength are the most important.

In Shen Daochen's eyes, Shen Sangri's unruly and willful nature meant she must not understand the way of sect management.

Bai Mumu is so sensible and understanding; she shouldn't disappoint him.

If Bai Mumu can win this one, her position as the young sect leader will be secure, and he will finally feel relieved.

But of course, reality did not grant him his wish.

The contrast between the two exam papers was as obvious as the speed at which the two people submitted their papers.

Shen Sangruo's understanding and insights into every question on the exam paper were impeccable.

However, Bai Mumu's work can only be considered as completing it.

The elders present were full of praise for Shen Sangruo's answer, and their eyes were glued to her. Bai Mumu's answer was almost ignored.

Only a few elders, out of respect for Shen Daochen, reluctantly praised Bai Mumu a couple of times.

The contrast is so stark.

Even Shen Daochen was amazed by Shen Sangruo's answer after seeing the two's answers. As the sect leader, he knew best how to manage a sect, and naturally understood how precise and ingenious Shen Sangruo's answer was.

On the contrary, Bai Mumu, on whom he had placed high hopes, gave a rather unremarkable answer.

He looked at the two of them, his gaze inscrutable.

He was surprised by Shen Sangruo's performance, feeling that she shouldn't have such a high level of skill, and even wondering if she had cheated.

However, since he personally managed both exam papers and Shen Sanruo was not in the Flying Cloud Sect at all recently, his doubts were dispelled.

Perhaps he had underestimated Shen Sangruo. She had performed so well that, as her father and sect leader, he should have shown her some appreciation.

Noticing Shen Daochen's gaze, Shen Sanruo kept her eyes calmly fixed on the front.

If it were the old her, she would have immediately looked back at Shen Daochen, wanting his approval.

Seeing that she did not react, Shen Daochen was unsure of what to do, so he could only silently look away and then turn his gaze to Bai Mumu.

He couldn't hide his disappointment with Bai Mumu, who clearly hadn't met his expectations.

But I still have a soft spot for her and just hope she can work harder in the next stage.

Sensing that Shen Daochen's favorability towards her was declining, Bai Mumu clenched her fingers.

In this category, Shen Sangri won without a doubt.

Currently, both players have won one round each, leaving the question of who will become the young sect leader until the very last round.

The atmosphere on the scene gradually became tense, mostly because Bai Mumu was nervous about the future.

The competition was very tight, so after a short rest, they immediately began the final test of their skills.

"The final winner will be decided soon, and you will definitely be trampled under my feet." Bai Mumu walked past Shen Sangruo and lowered her voice.

"Your strength is higher than mine, so what? Let me remind you, strength doesn't mean everything. I advise you not to be too confident."

Bai Mumu gave a meaningful smile.

She knew exactly what kind of person Shen Daochen was, and she also knew how to use Shen Daochen's psychology to achieve her goals.

The rules don't matter. Regardless of the outcome of the strength contest, the position of young sect leader can only belong to her.

"Enjoy the surprise I've prepared for you."

Bai Mumu's gaze toward Chen Sangruo was sinister and ruthless.

Shen Sanruo raised her eyes and met Bai Mumu's gaze. Her expression was not as excited as Bai Mumu had expected, as if she wanted to say something harsh like "You will definitely lose."

Instead, he asked somewhat inexplicably, "Do you remember what I once told you?"

Her eyes held suppressed, unidentified emotions; she had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Then, ignoring Bai Mumu's reaction, he strode towards the final strength test location.

Bai Mumu gave a mocking and disdainful smile and walked to the opposite position.

Shen Sangri's indifferent attitude stirred a hint of anger in Bai Mumu's heart, making her want to tear her calmness apart with her own hands.

A flash of malice crossed Bai Mumu's expression. Just wait and see. After this competition, she will become the young sect leader of the Flying Cloud Sect, admired by all, while Chen Sangruo will only become a stray dog ​​hated by everyone.

As the break time ticked by, the disciples' emotions gradually rose, and a cacophony of voices arose.

"Young Sect Master, the final event of the competition is a test of strength!" Shen Daochen's authoritative voice brought the atmosphere to a climax.

"The winner of the strength contest will receive this Young Sect Master Token from me."

The young sect leader's token was held high in Shen Daochen's hand, emitting bursts of light.

"Give it your all!"

"Let the test of strength begin!"

As the loud voice faded, the two people on the dueling platform instantly moved in response.

"Frost Staff!"

A magical artifact, crystal clear like ice, with a crescent-shaped top made of ice crystals and snowflakes falling continuously, appeared in Bai Mumu's hand.

Those with sharp eyes immediately recognized it as one of the top-tier magical artifacts that Lingxiao Zhenren had obtained in the secret realm.

"Junior Sister Bai doesn't have her own natal magic weapon; that was just a temporary magic weapon that True Person Lingxiao gave her for this competition."

"My goodness, using the Frost Staff as a makeshift weapon is too extravagant."

Although the Snow Frost Staff is not as good as the Listening Cold Pearl in the Treasure Pavilion, it is still a rare magical artifact in the world.

Even in some declining sects, this would be enough to be considered a treasure to protect the sect.

"Of course, you don't even know who Junior Sister Bai is. She's the sect leader's own daughter and Lingxiao Zhenren's closed-door disciple. She's naturally different from us. How could the Frost Staff be worthy of being Junior Sister Bai's natal magic weapon?"

"Speaking of which, if Chen Sangruo is also Sect Master Shen's adopted daughter and Lingxiao Zhenren's former disciple, then what is her magical artifact?"

"Who cares what kind of magic weapon it is, it's definitely not as good as Junior Sister Bai's Frost Staff."

In their eyes, Bai Mumu was showered with love and affection, while Shen Sangruo was so detestable in the Flying Cloud Sect that no one would give her a decent magic weapon.

Lingxiao Zhenren's eyes were cold and gloomy, a hint of mockery flashing across them as he looked at Shen Sangruo.

This is the advantage of being his disciple. Once she leaves Zhenlin Peak, she is nothing, and she will no longer have any resources.

He will make her understand just how ungrateful she is.

Lingxiao Zhenren hoped to see regret in Shen Sangruo's eyes.

"Look, Shen Sangruo has also taken out her magical artifact."

"That's... a feather?"

A single blue feather appeared out of thin air. After Shen Sangruo held it in her hand, she slowly opened it, and the Feiyun Sect members realized that it was a fan made of feathers.

Under the sunlight, each feather on the feather fan shimmered with an even more dazzling golden light, and the feathers on the fan trembled slightly.

"It turned out to be a feather fan."

"The quality doesn't seem to be low either."

The disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect were talking.