A warm and gentle voice came from beside my ear.
Qi Yu turned her head and saw Venerable Yangxi standing behind her with a smile, pointing to the food box on her table.
"Venerable Yangxi, today's dish is cloud cake, made by our sect's spiritual kitchen. I specially packed some to bring over, just so I could have it whenever I felt like it."
Qi Yu picked up the food box and presented it to Venerable Yang Xi as if it were a treasure, "Venerable One, would you like to try some?"
Venerable Yangxi smiled and picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and praised it generously: "Indeed excellent!"
The two began to chat happily about the techniques of making cloud cakes and the chef training at Ling Shan Tang.
The onlookers were even more furious upon seeing this.
Since Venerable Yangxi, who was in charge of the Martial Arts Hall, had gotten involved, they dared not say anything more.
After seeing off Venerable Yangxi, who had been freeloading, Qi Yu took another sip of tea.
A girl dressed in green, carrying a long sword, walked over without saying a word, took a stool from her storage ring, and sat down.
Qi Yu raised an eyebrow. "He Miao, is anyone willing to accept your challenge?"
He Miao's expression was calm, and he looked no different from usual, but Qi Yu seemed to be able to see a hint of depression in his face.
"No."
No wonder.
He Miao looked like the kind of cultivator who was obsessed with swordsmanship. No one was willing to fight her, partly because they recognized her strength, but partly because they could no longer accumulate practical combat experience.
Looking at her back, which seemed to be filled with endless resentment, Qi Yu suddenly said, "He Miao, how about we have a match?"
He Miao suddenly turned around, a few sparks of light appearing in her eyes, which were usually as calm as a still well. "Really?"
"How could this be fake?" Qi Yu stood up and stretched.
I've watched enough of the competition on these water mirrors. It's been so long since I've done anything, I'm really not used to it anymore.
"Let's get used to each other beforehand, Meteor, let's go together."
Upon hearing this, Meteor packed all the tables, chairs, and benches into his storage bag and followed them away.
The group arrived at the courtyard where Qi Yu lived.
Qi Yu stretched his limbs, took out the Xuan Yu Sword, and said to He Miao, "Come on."
He Miao drew his sword and charged forward without saying a word.
Qi Yu had also observed He Miao's matches several times and had a certain understanding of her fighting style, so he began to fight her back and forth.
Before long, Wen Ru and Yan Shi also entered the courtyard.
The group then began to exchange ideas and practice together, honing their teamwork.
All of them possessed exceptional comprehension and talent, and once they started practicing, they lost track of time. They only stopped when the jade pendants on all five of them lit up simultaneously, reluctant to stop.
After the jade pendant lit up for a few moments, a familiar voice came from it.
"Fellow young friends, after twenty-five days of competition, there are now only three hundred participants left in each of the five categories of one-on-one competitions."
"In order to select the best in each type of competition, from this moment on, no refusal will be allowed in any type of competition."
"You will have half an hour to prepare when you receive the match information. If there are special circumstances, you can apply to postpone the match for one day."
"The cultivators who fight are no longer restricted to their sects, which means that fellow disciples may also stand on the arena and fight for the championship."
"Please take every battle seriously."
Qi Yu and the others exchanged glances, thinking to themselves.
The moment of rampage and carnage is finally here.
Yan Shi raised his hands above his head, stretched, and said, "Grandmaster Uncle, although I respect you as Grandmaster Uncle, when it comes to the competition, I will not show any mercy."
Wen Ru winked at her and said, "Little sister, don't let your guard down either."
Qi Yu curled the corners of her lips and said, "It's not certain who will be the winner until the very end, so don't speak too soon."
He Miao glanced at Liu Xing indifferently, her meaning clear in her eyes—
I won't let you have it.
Meteor pursed her lips and said, "Senior Sister He, please give me your guidance as well."
Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, Qi Yu smiled and said, "Wait a minute, aren't we a team? How come we're already fighting amongst ourselves before the team competition has even started?"
"With this attitude of wanting to stab our own people in the back, what if I end up fighting nine opponents at the start of the team competition?"
The others broke down in their guard, and the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.
Yan Shi chuckled and said, "Grandmaster Uncle, there's no need to be nervous. If you really want to be a mole, you'll probably be out of the game before you even have a chance to find out."
Meteor said seriously, "Senior sister, it can't be one against nine..."
Qi Yu raised an eyebrow with interest and asked, "How many times is that?"
"Meteor won't betray Senior Sister, so it should be... two against eight."
“Little Meteor is wrong.” Wen Ru walked over and patted the thin boy on the shoulder. “You should include me, so it’s three against seven.”
As she spoke, she looked Yan Shi up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he were the "seven" in the "three against seven" story.
"So I really am the mole?" Yan Shi's lips twitched, and he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Four against six, is that alright?"
Then, everyone turned their attention to He Miao, who had been silent all along.
He Miao: "...five against five."
Everyone smiled with satisfaction, and one by one patted the silent girl on the shoulder to express their approval.
Qi Yu patted He Miao on the shoulder last, gave her a look of trust, determination, expectation, and approval, and then turned and walked towards the martial arts hall.
He Miao: "..."
She silently patted the clothes on her shoulder that had just been touched by four different hands, and a slight smile suddenly appeared on her lips.
The girl noticed something was wrong with her expression, quickly suppressed her urge to smile, and followed the group with a serious expression, heading towards the Martial Arts Hall.
Martial Arts Hall.
The hall was divided into several areas to accommodate disciples from various sects.
Except for the first day, when all the disciples participating in the sect competition gathered in the Martial Arts Hall, the number of people in the Martial Arts Hall was not large on other days.
After all, everyone knows that among these sects, there are only a handful of truly powerful individuals.
Most of the cultivators eliminated in the early stages were of mediocre strength, so it would be better for them to focus on the final competition for the strongest.
Therefore, the number of people in the Martial Arts Hall today is unprecedented.
Venerable Yangxi stood in the most conspicuous position in the hall, still seemingly busy with something.
And in the spectator stands, there appeared the Yunyang Sect Master with a small goatee.
His face was calm, his eyes were empty, as if he were immersed in his own world.
The martial arts hall had changed from its previous empty state, with several tables and chairs placed in each of the sect's areas.
When Qi Yu and his group entered the martial arts hall, the hall was almost full.
They found a round table in the corner that could seat five people and sat down, quietly waiting for the start of this "one-on-one competition."
Perhaps because of the Yunyang Sect Master, no one spoke in the hall; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
After a long while, the man sitting in the high seat had a flicker in his eye.
"Let's begin."
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