The sect leader of Xingyao Sect swept his gaze across the crowd below the stage, a confident smile on his face, and said loudly, "Is there any other brave disciple who would like to give it a try?" His voice echoed in the square, carrying a hint of provocation, yet also seeming to encourage the crowd.
Upon hearing this, many young disciples took firm steps and walked towards the testing platform.
However, the disciples who later took the test did not display a brilliance on the testing stones that was far less dazzling than Bai Di's. The colors of most testing stones hovered between yellow and orange, and it was extremely rare for them to turn red, let alone surpass Bai Di's.
The admiration in the eyes of the crowd looking at Bai Di grew stronger.
With so many talented young disciples stepping forward to take the test, Bai Di still firmly held onto the first place, which was enough to demonstrate her amazing strength.
Everyone present was well aware that even if there were cultivators with higher cultivation levels than Bai Di, they would certainly be much older than her.
Keep in mind, Bai Di is only eighteen years old this year! To achieve such amazing results at such a young age, her future is limitless, like a rising star destined to shine the brightest in the sky of the cultivation world.
As more and more people take the test, the prestige of Bai Di's first place continues to rise.
In this gathering of so many elites, no one could surpass her, making her excellence all the more unique.
The cultivators from Lingyin Sect who were sent to participate in the test all looked extremely grim.
Although their ranking in the test was not low, there was still a considerable gap compared to Bai Di, who consistently held the top spot.
Especially Lingyu, the senior sister of Lingyin Sect, whose originally bright eyes were now filled with resentment.
She stared intently at the radiant Bai Di on the stage, thinking to herself that if Bai Ying were still alive, the first place would definitely belong to Bai Ying.
In her mind, Bai Di, who had suddenly become famous, was worlds apart from Bai Ying; they were far inferior.
But they all say that Bai Ying is no longer alive...
She must have died at the hands of that Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Even the sect leader and elders in the sect had very somber expressions when they mentioned Bai Ying.
Lingyu clenched her fingers tightly, looking at Bai Di, who was enjoying great success on the stage, and felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.
"If Bai Ying were still alive, they would all have to step back. Bai Ying is far superior to this Bai Di." A junior cultivator from the Lingyin Sect muttered resentfully.
But as soon as he said that, several snickers came from the surrounding area.
A fellow disciple from the same clan glanced at him and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"What are you thinking? Bai Ying? I've never even heard of her. How could she possibly be compared to Bai Di?"
"That's because you're ignorant," the monk hurriedly defended Bai Ying. "Have you heard of Cultivator Bai? She is Bai Di."
To everyone's surprise, the man said, "So what? You yourself said she's dead. The one standing in the center of this stage now is Bai Di. The facts are right in front of us. No matter how much you miss Bai Ying, it won't change the outcome."
Another senior sister chimed in, "That's right. Instead of complaining here, you should cultivate diligently and improve your strength. Maybe you can surpass Bai Di next time." The young cultivator's face flushed red instantly after being mocked by everyone. He lowered his head and remained silent.
The thought of Bai Ying dying tragically at the hands of that Nascent Soul cultivator made his heart feel as if it were being pierced by a thousand needles.
Now, the situation is even worse. Many rumors about Bai Ying have spread from unknown sources. In order to help Bai Ying clarify these unfounded rumors, he and his fellow disciples have argued with those rumor-mongers countless times. Every argument has left them exhausted.
In his heart, Bai Ying was the pride and hope of their Lingyin Sect.
If Bai Ying were still alive, how would those with ill intentions dare to speak so recklessly?
Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on us...
His eyes reddened slightly, his heart filled with boundless sorrow. Bai Ying was dead; this cruel fact was like a cold shackle, completely locking away his hope.
The members of the Lingyin Sect felt terrible listening to those words, clenching their fists tightly. A deep sense of powerlessness filled their hearts.
However, just as the atmosphere became so oppressive that it was almost suffocating, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out: "Who said I'm dead?"
Although the voice was cold and clear, it carried an undeniable power that instantly drew everyone's attention.
Upon hearing this, everyone seemed frozen in place, first stunned for a moment, then turning their heads in unison. The members of the Lingyin Sect stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Especially the young cultivator who had been immersed in grief, his eyes widened like copper bells. His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too shocked to utter a sound.
White Firefly!
It really is Bai Ying!
She stood there gracefully, her white dress fluttering in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth. Her face was calm, but her eyes revealed a serenity born of experience.
She's still alive!
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