Snowfall Peak.
Snowflakes fall lightly, and red plum blossoms stand proudly and independently.
Shangyue stretched out his palm and caught a falling snowflake. The moment the snowflake touched his palm, it melted away instantly.
Kamitsuki frowned.
"To expect to recover all your spiritual power in just seven days is simply wishful thinking."
The sect competition lasts for half a month.
Disciples under the age of 100 voluntarily signed up and were divided into two different arenas with 50 as the age dividing line.
In the first round of selection, those who stand out will face the challenge of the second round seven days later.
Compared with the first round, the second round adopted a more challenging "round-robin" strategy.
The winner will guard the ring, and other disciples will have the right to challenge him.
In this protracted battle, only those who hold on to the end and no one dares to challenge them can ultimately win. The one who stands on the ring will become the winner of the second round.
The third round will continue with a draw, with fierce one-on-one competition. If there are more than 10 winners after a round, the draw will continue until the final 10 are selected.
Therefore, in this protracted war of attrition, it is very necessary to try your best to ensure that spiritual power is not exhausted.
Shangyue sighed softly. Now her spiritual power had only recovered 50%, while Long Qianjue and Tianshu Sword Spirit were still in a deep sleep.
This is like adding insult to injury for the difficult situation last month.
"Haha, even if I only recover 50% of my spiritual power, I may not lose." It was not like last month to admit defeat before the game even started.
Shangyue chuckled, she stood up, her posture straight, ready to face today's game
Her steps were firm, and each step made a crisp echo on the ice of Luoxue Peak.
Before he left Luoxue Peak, he was stopped by Chihua.
"Master!" Shangyue stopped and greeted respectfully.
Chi Hua glanced at her calmly and said, "You don't have to go to today's game."
"What?" Shangyue looked at Chihua in shock. Why was she deprived of the right to participate?
Last month, I looked at the redification in confusion, and I had to have a reasonable explanation.
Chi Hua was silent for a moment, then said, "You can just directly participate in the Immortal Sect Conference."
She was actually given an internal quota!
Tsk tsk, I can't believe that Chi Hua, who regarded himself as "upright and selfless" a hundred years ago, would now protect his shortcomings and openly commit favoritism and corruption for the sake of a notorious little disciple.
But having said that, that was only a hundred years ago.
Shangyue looked at Chihua in surprise. The more she came into contact with Chihua, the more she felt that the Chihua standing in front of her now was a completely different person from the Chihua a hundred years ago.
Chihua, are you a time traveler or someone who has taken over someone else's body?
However, she had only known Chi Hua for a short time, but she had already felt that there was something wrong with him. How could her fellow disciples who had been with Chi Hua day and night not have any suspicions?
Especially his biological mother, Liuli Zhenzun...
When mentioning Liuli Zhenzun, Shangyue felt a headache.
That woman was scheming and cruel, and she had done something to him before.
But, even she, the Virgin Mary, has never questioned it?
This is really strange.
Shang Yue pulled his thoughts back and said, "Disciple thanks Master very much. Although I have only recovered 50% of my spiritual power, I am not sure I will lose this battle. So, Master, please allow me to participate."
"Of course!" Chi Hua said lightly.
Uh! Shangyue was surprised: "So, Master agreed?"
"Stay at Luoxue Peak." Chihua's tone was cold, but with an unquestionable attitude.
Shangyue frowned slightly, and seeing that there seemed to be no room for maneuver, she was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
Even if she had managed to make it into the top 10 of the sect last month, she would probably have been seriously injured. For her, it would have been a hundred harms and no benefit.
In that case, she would use this time to recuperate and then face the upcoming Immortal Gate Conference in her prime.
What's more, it would be difficult for her to refuse the little buds that had finally sprouted on the ice sculpture.
"Disciple understands. If Master has nothing else to say, I will leave first." Shangyue said.
Seeing Chihua nod in agreement, Shangyue turned around and headed for Luoxue Peak.
Shangyue took a few steps forward and felt something was strange.
She turned her head and saw Chi Hua standing facing the wind, with thousands of lush green mountains behind him. Under his black robe, which remained unchanged all year round, he always held a small heater.
The sect competition passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the Immortal Sect Conference was about to begin.
In the ancient hall of Shengyuan Immortal Sect, a grand selection came to an end.
The top 10 disciples under the age of 50 and the top 20 disciples over the age of 50 were selected. They were dressed in clean and elegant white disciple uniforms and lined up neatly in the sect square with serious expressions.
"This Immortal Sect Conference will be led by the Sect Master of the Shengyuan Immortal Sect, and the remaining participating disciples' masters will go together..."
The clan leader sat on the high platform, majestic and solemn.
Beside him, Xunyang Zhenzun sat upright, his voice as loud as thunder, solemnly reading out the important agenda.
Among the disciples below the stage, a woman had a forbearing look on her face. She looked around as if she was looking for someone.
Just as her eyes fell on Shangyue, her face darkened.
Lu Qingling was furious. She cleverly sneaked out from the shadows behind and approached Shangyue silently.
After she got closer, she lowered her voice and said, "You useless jerk, you are so shameless."
Shangyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and when she saw that the person coming was Lu Qingling, a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes.
She pretended to be indifferent to Lu Qingling's anger. With a relaxed attitude, she pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh? So it's the young master. Congratulations."
"Humph!" Lu Qingling snorted coldly, looking dissatisfied.
"Stop pretending to be so arrogant. Everyone in the Shengyuan Immortal Sect knows that you have no spiritual roots and your cultivation is low. I don't know what shameful means you used to tempt my uncle to cheat for your sake."
"There is no temptation, but cheating is real." Shangyue looked at Lu Qingling seriously.
"You..." How could someone talk about blatant cheating in such a high-sounding way? Lu Qingling was so angry that he almost died.
This is the first time such a thing has happened in the entire Shengyuan Immortal Sect.
As the young master of a prestigious sect, she had to go through three rounds of fair competition to get a spot in the Immortal Sect Conference.
Of course, during the second round, no one dared to challenge her.
Lu Qingling felt a surge of jealousy in her heart, which made her feel uncomfortable all over, as if she had been scratched by a cat's claws, itchy and uncomfortable.
A breath of anger was stuck in her chest, neither rising nor falling, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Lu Qingling thought that she urgently needed an outlet.
The hand hidden under her robe began to restless, and she squeezed the porcelain bottle tightly in her palm.
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