The person who suffered the most was Long Aotian. He was like a drowning puppy, hanging his head with a look of self-doubt.
Long Aotian came from a poor background, begging on the streets since childhood and having no normal childhood. He was extremely timid and had low self-esteem. However, after learning that he possessed innate sword bones and had unlimited potential in the future, he developed extreme confidence.
He has a bit of the mentality of a poor person suddenly becoming rich, but this kind of confidence cannot withstand any storm. Just like now, just one game has almost shaken his Dao heart.
"Oh my! Is our Long Aotian about to cry? Come here, look at your master so I can record this precious moment."
Normally, if Fang Ruotang wanted to record something, she would just tell Xiao Jingzi and she would get the recording stone. Today, she took out the recording stone herself and stared at Long Aotian's face.
Long Aotian, enraged and embarrassed, growled, "Master, you're so annoying!"
"Hahahaha!" Fang Ruotang laughed brightly and asked exaggeratedly, "No way! No way! You don't actually want to become famous and steal the spotlight during the sect competition, do you?"
Long Aotian froze; how could he not have thought of that?
In the days leading up to the competition, he would fall asleep with a smile on his face. He had already planned it all out: in this competition, he would be the most outstanding, then all the sect's resources would be directed towards him, he would become the new leader of the sect, and finally he would become the light of the righteous path. No matter where he went in the future, he would be recognized and respectfully called "Lord Aotian".
Fang Ruotang smiled even more brightly when she saw Long Aotian's expression.
"That's enough. Even your dreams should be grounded in reality! You guys are among the most talented, but are your fellow disciples any less so? They've cultivated for decades, even centuries longer than you. To be so easily defeated by you is a joke."
After all, he was her disciple, so after Fang Ruotang finished laughing, she still gave him a pep talk.
"Look at you. It's been less than a year since you started, but you've already managed to withstand several of your opponent's moves. That's already quite remarkable. Even your third and fourth senior sisters, don't underestimate them just because they're young. In fact, they've been cultivating with their family elders since birth. They've been doing it for at least sixteen or eighteen years. The reason you lost so quickly this time isn't because of anything else, but because of time. So there's no need to be sad or upset about it."
Everyone else understood this principle, so they never thought they could achieve any outstanding results in this competition. Only Long Aotian was so disappointed because he was overthinking things.
But Fang Ruotang's words immediately convinced him.
"Yes! It must be because there isn't enough time. It's okay, I'll spend more time in seclusion to cultivate in the future. If I can't catch up in one year, I'll do it in two. If I can't catch up in two years, I'll do it in three or four. I'll always be able to make up for this time difference. I don't believe it."
Long Aotian is different from others. He was hunted down because of his innate sword bone. Instead of being discouraged by this, he thought it would be better if he didn't have it. Instead, he developed the idea that his talent was the strongest in the world. Otherwise, why would those people want to strip his bones?
Therefore, he was an extremely contradictory person, both insecure and confident.
We'll have to wait until he's truly confident, at least until he's fully powerful, and according to his own imagination, at the very least, when he goes out into the world, people will respectfully call him Lord Aotian.
Soon, it was Cui Shixu's turn.
He was the first of the six to go on stage to compete.
"I went."
"Yes, yes, don't feel pressured. It's normal to lose. Cultivation is just like studying. Others study hard for more than ten years. No matter how talented we are, we can't surpass them in just one year after picking up a book."
"Is my little sister worried about me?" Cui Shixu's eyebrows curved into a smile, and she thought to herself, "So cute."
"I believe you'll be better than them soon, so temporary success or failure doesn't matter," Fang Ruotang encouraged him.
Seeing Fang Ruotang's earnest efforts, Cui Shixu, disregarding the fact that they were in public, spread his hands and said, "Then hug me and give me a lucky kiss?"
Without hesitation, Fang Ruotang threw herself into Cui Shixu's arms and planted a kiss on his lips, which stunned Cui Shixu. After a while, he slowly smiled.
He thought Fang Ruotang would refuse him, after all, there were so many people watching, and they were all disciples of the sect. Given Fang Ruotang's personality, she should want to maintain her mystery and keep aloof.
It seems she was genuinely afraid of him being discouraged.
But how could a mentally sound man not understand the simple truths Fang Ruotang was talking about?
"Is that enough? You need to protect yourself! Especially that pretty face of yours, don't let the opponent hit it, understand?"
Cui Shixu was amused and laughed out loud, saying, "Okay, I will."
No sooner had he left than Gu Nancheng hugged Fang Ruotang and nuzzled her cheek with his big head.
"Sweetie, I want a lucky kiss too."
"No way! You believe this?"
Gu Nancheng looked at Fang Ruotang with a resentful expression.
"Compared to Ziqi, isn't he older? If he can believe it, why can't I? Tell me, don't you like him a little more?"
"It's not that, it's just that some things can only happen once, not twice. If it happens too often, you'll become numb to it." Fang Ruotang said, ruthlessly pushing Gu Nancheng away while warning him.
"Alright, stand up straight. Aren't you ashamed with so many people watching?"
"Why should I be afraid? I'm holding my own wife."
Fang Ruotang rolled her eyes at Gu Nancheng and didn't continue to tease him. It wasn't that she was reluctant to give him a kiss, but that there were four other people behind him.
She didn't want to become the subject of gossip among the sect members.
"You're being biased!" Gu Nancheng shouted indignantly.
Gu Yanjin looked at him coldly, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, and asked with a frown, "Aren't you leaving?"
Gu Nancheng retorted, "I haven't received the lucky kiss yet!"
"I'll give it to you when we get back tonight. Now go to the competition and have people waiting for you. Is it going to be good?" Fang Ruotang raised her hand and pinched Gu Nancheng's mouth, her pretty face darkening slightly.
Gu Nancheng's heart tightened, and he immediately stopped making a fuss. He even tried to appease Fang Ruotang, saying, "Little cutie, don't be angry! I'll go right now, and I promise I won't be eliminated in the first round. Just wait for my good news."
With that, he ran off.
Then, it ran back.
"It was supposed to be tonight."
Yes, yes!
Fang Ruotang asked herself honestly, and she hadn't let them go hungry.
They all seemed to be fighting like wolves and tigers, for some reason. Perhaps they hadn't trained enough and had nowhere to unleash their boundless energy.
Fang Ruotang was confused, but decided to ask Xiao Jingzi.
Do you have any special training methods that can both improve their cultivation level and unleash their brute strength?
The small, yellowish mirror remained silent, only offering solutions.
But actually, what he wanted to say was more.
Give up!
My lord, this won't work.
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