Leng Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then her anger soared. She was a big fan of Dean Xiao, and this Lan Xi dared to be so disrespectful to the Dean. She was determined to teach this arrogant brat a lesson today!

Just then, Xuanjing stepped forward. Leng Qingqing froze on the spot, then quickly took a few steps back after regaining her senses.

She wasn't afraid of Lan Xi, but she dared not offend this poisonous person. Her eyes could only glare fiercely at Ji Jiuying behind Xuan Jing. "Hmph, coward, you can only hide behind others. If you have the guts, come out."

What are you doing?

Lan Zhao and Feng Yu walked out from the crowd, and Jiang Xin quickly stepped forward, saying, "Brother Yu."

Lan Zhao walked over, frowned when he saw Leng Qingqing's unfriendly gaze, and asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just an annoying fly that keeps buzzing around here."

Lan Zhao immediately understood the fly she was referring to, and glanced coldly at Leng Qingqing not far away: "Leng Qingqing, I don't care if you bully others normally, but if you dare to bully my sister, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Leng Qingqing sneered, "Hmph, just a family that has lost power. Lan Zhao, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"And what about me?"

Feng Yu stepped forward and looked at Leng Qingqing expressionlessly: "Lan Xi is my cousin, Feng Yu, and I won't allow anyone to bully her!"

“That’s right, don’t be afraid, Lanxi,” Jiang Xin agreed.

Ji Jiuying coldly looked at the people in front of her. Lan Zhao was her slave, so it was normal for her to protect her. Feng Yu... regardless of her real identity or fake identity, she was his cousin, so it was understandable for him to protect her. As for this Jiang Xin... she had been watching the show from the crowd the whole time, so why did she suddenly jump out now that Feng Yu had arrived?

Leng Qingqing looked at the person in front of her who was protecting Ji Jiuying with resentment, and could only snort coldly before turning her sleeves and leaving.

"Little sister, are you alright? As for that Leng Qingqing, don't worry about her. She's just a spoiled young lady." Lan Zhao said to Ji Jiuying with a smile.

Ji Jiuying nodded, gave a low reply, and went back to the Earth-level class. Lan Zhao pursed her lips, while Feng Yu and Jiang Xin simply said that it was just her personality.

The Moon Goddess on the platform glanced at the plaza. "Everyone should be here by now, right?"

The instructors from several classes glanced at their students and nodded: "Your Majesty, almost everyone is here."

"Alright, let the competition begin."

"Disciples of the Array Sect, please quiet down."

The Moon Goddess stood up, her voice imbued with spiritual power, ensuring that every disciple in the square could hear her.

The once noisy square gradually quieted down, and all eyes were focused on the stage.

"As everyone knows, each sect only has ten spots in the Heavenly Ladder Tournament, so the competition is extremely fierce. This year, just like in previous years, the top ten will be selected through the competition to represent our Array Sect in the competition."

"To encourage everyone to participate, every disciple who participates in the competition will receive a sacred healing pill that I refined. So, disciples who did not get a spot should not be discouraged."

Upon hearing the words of the Moon God, the people in the square instantly erupted in excitement. Everyone who participated in the competition would receive a Saint-level pill; who wouldn't be tempted? Especially those cannon fodder from the Earth-level class, who had originally only planned to make a brief appearance, were now all as excited as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"My God, the Moon Goddess is too wonderful!"

"It seems like it's hard to avoid this competition even if you want to."

"So be it, we'll be cannon fodder. We have the elixirs anyway, let's give it our all!"

"right······"

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"Alright, let's start by drawing lots. Number one will play against number two, number two against number three, and so on. Disciples who have drawn lots, please return to your class seats and do not linger on the field."

As soon as Yuehua finished speaking, a steward placed a bamboo stick in the middle of the square, and everyone stepped forward to take the bamboo stick and return to their original positions.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, almost everyone had signed their names.

Instructor Leng stepped forward, glanced at everyone, and said in a cold voice, "Alright, everyone remember your number. Passing your number will be considered a forfeit. To save everyone's time, please keep each group to around ten moves. The competition should be stopped when the opponent is at fault, and no one should be injured. The competition will now begin."

"Please invite contestants number one and number two to come up and compete."

Everyone was a little nervous but also excited. Number one and number two on stage were both from the Heavenly Class, and everyone could see the strength of the Heavenly Class.

Xuan Jing looked at Ji Jiuying and asked, "Miss Ji, what's your number?"

"Number 20."

Ji Jiuying glanced at the bamboo skewer in her hand and responded.

"And you?"

"I'm number three."

Ji Jiuying raised an eyebrow: "Good luck!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll end up facing off." A fierce fighting spirit flashed in Xuan Jing's eyes.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

Ji Jiuying smiled. The two hadn't seen each other since their last battle. Now that they had met on this continent, she figured his strength must be considerable, and she was indeed looking forward to it.

Each group was limited to about ten moves, and the first group quickly determined the winner.

"Now, please invite number three and number four to the stage for the match." Instructor Leng's voice rang out. Xuan Jing stood up and strode forward. Number four, a disciple from the intermediate class, staggered a few steps when she saw her opponent was Xuan Jing, the poisonous one, before shouting, "I concede..."

Xuan Jing's lips twitched slightly. Before he even stepped onto the field, his opponent had already conceded defeat.

"In that case, number three wins. Now, please have number five and number six come up." Instructor Leng crossed out number four without hesitation and said coldly.

Xuanjing quickly returned to his seat and sighed softly.

"Is this constitution something you've had since childhood?"

Ji Jiuying asked curiously.

"Yes, I've been like this since I can remember. From childhood to adulthood, I've always lived under the strange gaze of the world. Everyone is afraid of me, no one wants to be close to me, and even my mother was poisoned by me..."

When Xuanjing spoke, a hint of melancholy flashed deep in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

Ji Jiuying had searched for relevant information in the Heavenly Punishment Manual, but found nothing. It was indeed a bit tricky that even the Heavenly Punishment Manual didn't know about it. During this time, she didn't have the extra energy to study his blood.

"No matter the reason, everything has its counter, and there will always be a way."

Yes, everything has its counter. Xuan Jing glanced at her profile, a nameless emotion flickering in his eyes. He hadn't believed it before, until her appearance in his world...

Soon, numbers seventeen and eighteen were on stage, and the next performance would be by Ji Jiuying.

"Alright, number 18 wins. Now, please welcome number 19 and number 20 to the stage to compete."

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

Ji Jiuying glanced at the Xuanjing and then walked up to it.