The old sect leader glared at Ling Haoran and snorted, "Since Aran has spoken up, you should prepare to participate in the Sword Trial Tournament."
"That's great, Master. Thank you, Master. Thank you, Ranran." Ling Haoran replied happily.
The old sect leader sighed, hoping that his disciple would perform better in this sword-testing tournament and not disappoint him again.
Ling Haoran appeared grateful and repeatedly promised to perform well, but inwardly he was anxious and troubled.
[Host, please note: To obtain the Moonlit Sword, we also need the female lead's blood.]
I know, the key is how to get it? Never mind, I'll just play it by ear. Once I get the sword, we'll leave immediately. I don't want to stay here a second longer.
That's right, to make the Moon Cry Sword recognize its master, you need the female protagonist Ye Ran's Yin blood.
Qi An and Fu Gui exchanged a glance, and the corners of their mouths curled up slightly.
Want to run away? Did they agree to it?
So, how did Ling Haoran obtain the Moonlit Sword in his previous life?
Before the sword-testing tournament, Ling Haoran told Ye Ran that he wanted to take a little of her blood to have the Tianxuan Sect's pharmacist examine it and help cure her strange illness of not being able to retain her cultivation in her dantian.
Ye Ran believed it to be true and gave him her own blood sample.
Thus, the Moonlit Sword mistakenly took Ling Haoran as its master.
Three days later, the sword-testing competition will begin.
In the very center of the forbidden area of the Tianxuan Sect, there is a sword in a stone, which is equipped with its own spiritual energy barrier and sword intent.
Even from a distance, one could feel its powerful sword intent and rich spiritual energy; it was truly an ancient divine weapon.
It is said that the Tianxuan Sect established its sect here specifically for this sword in the stone.
The entire Tianxuan Sect consists of sword cultivators, so the allure of this sword in the stone is unimaginable.
However, hundreds of years have passed, and a sword-testing tournament has been held every twenty years, but no one has ever been able to pull the sword out of the stone.
Most people, let alone drawing their swords, would be thrown back by the mere touch of the sword in the stone. At best, they would be injured and cough up blood; at worst, their cultivation would regress.
The sword in the stone has endured countless years of wind and frost, yet it still stands there, quietly waiting for its master.
At the entrance to the forbidden area, hundreds of young cultivators dressed in uniform disciple robes stood there, waiting for the barrier of the forbidden area to open.
Standing at the very front were Qi An, Fu Gui, and several of the old sect leader's disciples, with Ling Haoran also among them.
The disciples behind him were whispering about who would be able to pull out the sword from the stone this time, and there were three popular candidates.
The three candidates are Ye Ran, Ye Zhen, and Ling Haoran, with Ling Haoran receiving the most votes.
When Ye Zhen and Ye Ran left Tianxuan Sect, they were just twelve or thirteen-year-old children. Ye Ran became a nun halfway through her life, and Ye Zhen was only of average talent.
Although their reputations have grown increasingly prominent over the years, the old sect leader has openly and secretly boasted about how amazing his two granddaughters are.
However, almost no one had ever seen them make a move, and they assumed that the rumors were exaggerated and that the old sect leader was just boasting.
Ling Haoran was different. He was recognized as a genius by everyone since childhood, and he was also exceptionally hardworking and diligent, always standing out among his peers.
Although for some unknown reason, he has made repeated mistakes over the past ten years, and his cultivation has not improved at all.
However, everyone still believed that even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and that Ling Haoran, being a genius, was the most likely candidate to pull out the sword in the stone.
The people in front heard the discussions of the disciples behind them.
Ling Haoran proudly puffed out his chest, as if he really was that genius.
Fu Gui glanced at him disdainfully and raised his voice, saying, "Genius? Haha, that's hilarious. Some people are so ruthless they even deceive themselves."
Ling Haoran's lips froze, then he put on a helpless expression, glanced at his senior brothers, and indicated that he would not argue with a child.
Several senior brothers acted as peacemakers, laughing and saying, "Ah Zhen, it's been so long, why are you still holding a grudge against Senior Brother Haoran? Why are you so angry?"
"That's right. I remember when Ah Zhen was very young, her favorite person was Haoran. She would wobble around behind him all day and smile whenever she saw him."
"Yes, I remember now, she was very attached to Haoran when she was little."
The others were right; in the original text, Ye Zhen had liked Ling Haoran since childhood.
Ling Haoran was a true genius, gentle and kind-hearted, it's just a pity...
Fu Gui sneered and said meaningfully, "Fellow senior brothers, is it possible that I like Senior Brother Haoran instead of him?"
Ling Haoran was startled and abruptly turned to look at Qi An and Fu Gui.
His heart was pounding. What did Ye Zhen mean by that? Had they discovered something?
[System, what should I do? Has she discovered I'm not Ling Haoran?]
The system remained silent. In the past, it would have confidently told the host that it was impossible.
It is a high-tech product, far more advanced than the normal world, and we are confident that such a flaw will not occur.
But in this wicked world of cultivation, they've suffered a terrible fate, and now it dares not make any guarantees.
The system changed the subject, saying, "It's alright, as long as you get the Moonlit Sword, we can leave immediately."
Yes, you're right. Once I get it, we'll leave immediately and never do any more cultivation world missions.
"Ah Zhen, what do you mean by that?"
"Haha, Ah Zhen, you're making it sound like you have two Senior Brother Haorans."
"Maybe there really is. Don't you guys think Haoran has changed a lot over the years?"
"Haoran, tell your senior brother, are you possessed by a ghost? Haha."
Several senior students put their arms around Ling Haoran's shoulders, joking and trying to smooth things over. Ling Haoran laughed along, but his mouth was stretched open and his eyes were devoid of any smile.
His body stiffened, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his back felt itchy and hot, as if a nest of ants were crawling on it. His heart was pounding wildly.
Seeing Ling Haoran's panicked gaze, Fu Gui smiled and said, "Just kidding. Of course, there's only one Senior Brother Haoran. What kind of ghost could possess him?"
Everyone burst into laughter, thinking Ye Zhen was joking.
Ling Haoran felt a little relieved. He had been too nervous just now, and his chest was sore that his face turned pale.
Qi An stepped forward: "Brother Ling, are you alright? Ah Zhen was just joking with you, don't be angry with her."
Fu Gui snorted coldly and turned his face away.
Ling Haoran forced a smile: "How could that be? Brother Ling isn't angry."
"That's good." Qi An smiled, but his eyes were icy cold.
"Look, the barrier has opened!" the disciples cheered.
Fu Gui took Qi An's arm: "A Ran, let's go."
Ling Haoran followed leisurely behind. [System, hurry up and prepare. We absolutely must place Ye Ran and me in the same spot. Success or failure hinges on this.]
The blue orb of light began to burn, seemingly in extreme pain. The system, enduring the discomfort, coldly issued a warning.
[Li Jianren, I'm reminding you, this is your last chance. If you fail again, I will find a new host.]
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