On the last day of the sect competition, Cai Jie, a disciple who had made it into the top 10, was suddenly eliminated.
The reason for this decision is that the rules of this competition only select nine winners to represent the sect in the Immortal Sect Conference.
Cai Jie was shocked. Only the top 9 disciples were selected, which was not in accordance with the rules.
After making inquiries from many sources, he found out that a young disciple from the Chihua Immortal Sect was also going to participate in the Immortal Sect Conference, so there was an extra spot.
Therefore, naturally, he, the unlucky guy with no background, was kicked out.
Cai Jie was in a state of anger. It was no use seeking out the elders of the sect to argue with them. Even the disciples who usually obeyed him spoke coldly to him.
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and the darkness in his heart slowly crawled out of his body.
So he took the initiative to find Lu Qingling and gave her a bottle of "paraquat".
Just taking out a drop can cause the person to slowly dry up and die within a hundred days.
Therefore, no one would find out that it was Lu Qingling who did it. Even if they found out that it was her who did it, what would it matter?
The best thing would be to be reprimanded by his sect leader and forced to reflect on his mistakes for a few months for Chihua's sake.
Could it be that she really wanted her, a young master of a sect, to pay with her life for this bitch?
A fierce look flashed across Lu Qingling's face, and with a slight flick of his thumb, the piston on the medicine bottle fell off instantly.
She slowly stretched out her hand hidden under her sleeve and gradually approached Shangyue.
Lu Qingling's actions, which she thought were unnoticed by anyone, were completely exposed to Shangyue's eyes.
The gap between Shangyue, who was at the early stage of the Spiritual Master Realm and now was at the middle stage of the Half-Step Spiritual King Realm, was so huge that Lu Qingling's little tricks were nothing but a game of playing house in Shangyue's eyes.
Shangyue observed her calmly, wanting to see what methods the sect's young master would use to deal with him.
Lu Qingling's expression grew increasingly gloomy. She looked at Shangyue and suddenly said, "Don't you have anything to say?"
"Nothing to say!" Shangyue's face was indifferent, and he looked like he didn't want to pay any attention to you.
"You..." Lu Qingling's expression suddenly changed, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.
As she turned her wrist, she threw the porcelain bottle in her hand to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.
The porcelain bottle shattered into pieces in an instant, and the colorless liquid inside slowly flowed out.
"You ignorant little bitch, I hate you the most. I wish you would die right now."
After saying that, Lu Qingling turned and left. She clenched her fists, fearing that if she was a step later, she would really poison this little bitch.
Shangyue replied calmly: "Same, same."
"Hmph!" Lu Qingling turned around and glared at Shangyue fiercely.
Shangyue looked deeply at Lu Qingling's back as she left, feeling a little thoughtful.
"At this Immortal Sect Conference, the honor and disgrace of the sect rests on the shoulders of each of these outstanding disciples. But remember, no matter what, staying alive... is the most important thing. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
As Xun Yang Zhenzun's shocking declaration gradually came to an end, the faces of the disciples of Shengyuan Xianzong in the field turned red and their expressions became excited, all of them bursting with unprecedented excitement and passion.
All of them present were outstanding disciples who had been selected through numerous rigorous selection processes from the Immortal Sect. Of course, Shangyue, who had entered through connections, was automatically excluded.
However, their every word, every action, and even the level of their cultivation represent the entire Shengyuan Immortal Sect.
Throughout the Immortal Sect Conference, they will shoulder the honor of their sect and participate in the final competition.
Looking at the pairs of eyes full of hope and light below his seat, Xunyang Zhenzun nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, in that case, this Immortal Sect Conference will be led by the current Sect Master of the Shengyuan Immortal Sect. Let's set off now."
"Yes." All the disciples responded.
Led by Lu Xiangtian, the leader of Shengyuan Sect, Nan Zhenzhenzun of Xianjian Peak, Lingxiao Zhenzun of Xianzhu Peak, Xunyang Zhenzun of Xuyang Peak and others, they led the top 30 disciples to the Xianmen Conference.
At the main gate of the Immortal Sect, outer disciples came to bid farewell one after another. They looked solemn, with reluctance and anticipation in their eyes.
There are also people who look envious or jealous.
But no matter how they feel, it will not affect the 30 disciples heading to the Immortal Gate Conference.
I saw figures passing by like shooting stars and quickly disappeared above the Shengyuan Immortal Sect.
The wooden sword at Shangyue's feet seemed out of place and extremely shabby among the spiritual swords and immortal swords.
Some disciples heard that Shangyue had no spiritual roots, his realm was low, and he was able to participate in the Immortal Gate Conference only through connections.
Several outstanding people exchanged a tacit glance with each other, and then quietly moved closer to Shangyue.
The spirit sword flew rapidly under their feet, rushing around Shangyue and blocking her flight.
A disciple flew towards Shangyue on a sword. Shangyue felt something strange on his back and dodged quickly.
The disciple rushed towards Shangyue with a "swoosh". Shangyue dodged lightly and the disciple passed by Shangyue.
Yin Nan turned around and said with a smile:
"I'm sorry, Junior Sister. I just took this Lingfeng sword out of the Sword Tomb. It's a top-quality immortal weapon. I can't control its speed sometimes, so I might make some mistakes. Please bear with me, Junior Sister."
He held his head high, chest puffed out, chin slightly raised, eyes full of pride.
The other disciples showed envy in their eyes and echoed the words one after another.
"Yes, this spiritual sword of mine is also difficult to control."
"Mine too."
"Oh no, Junior Sister, please get out of the way. I can't control my sword."
Shangyue narrowed his eyes and saw the three of them flying towards Shangyue from behind.
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