The day of the sect competition has arrived.
The largest sword-fighting peak of the Tianyan Sect is now packed with people.
Amidst swirling clouds and mist, the massive white jade dueling platform floated in mid-air, exuding a solemn and dignified aura.
Below the stage, disciples from various peaks stood densely packed, their heads thronging together, their noisy discussions forming a buzzing background noise.
All eyes were involuntarily drawn to one side of the dueling platform.
There, Ling Xiao stood tall and straight, dressed in a spotless white Taoist robe.
He wore his usual gentle, warm smile as he spoke in hushed tones with several equally distinguished elders.
The sunlight fell on him, as if gilding him with a faint golden glow; he was still the upright and outstanding senior brother.
"Our senior brother is even more impressive than before!"
"The champion of this competition is none other than Senior Brother Ling Xiao!"
"That's for sure. Senior Brother's Dao Heart is clear and bright; who among his peers can rival him?"
Whispers of worship and admiring gazes flooded towards him.
However, Jiang Chan, who was attached to the jade pendant, was like a ghost lurking beneath a perfect facade, coldly watching everything.
She could "hear" and "feel" the completely different inner self beneath Ling Xiao's seemingly calm exterior.
His heart was beating a fraction faster than usual.
Although he was smiling, the curve of his mouth seemed to be deliberately kept somewhat stiff.
Especially when his gaze swept over the enthusiastic crowd below the stage, a barely perceptible hint of irritation and tension flashed quickly in the depths of his eyes, as if he were trying to suppress some discomfort.
He's just putting on a brave face.
The damage caused by the demonic sound and the fear of the unknown inner demons were like an invisible thorn, stuck beneath his perfect appearance.
The competition is progressing very quickly.
As the biggest favorite to win the championship, Ling Xiao's opponents along the way hardly caused him any trouble.
He wielded his sword with effortless grace, maintaining his usual air of nonchalance and exceptional elegance.
Every clean and decisive victory drew thunderous cheers from the audience.
But Jiang Chan knew that every time she used her spiritual power and every time she concentrated on fighting, it was a drain on her already unstable state.
His smile remained gentle, but Jiang Chan noticed that several times when his opponents fell to the ground and the cheers were at their loudest, his eyelashes would tremble very slightly, as if he had been stung by the excessive noise.
His fingers would occasionally tighten unconsciously, revealing the unease in his heart.
Finally, the semi-finals are over.
A massive light screen appeared above the dueling platform, signifying the final showdown:
Ling Xiao, the personal disciple of the head of Tian Shu Peak!
A showdown!
Master Xuanjing, a disciple of the Supreme Elder, Master Qingxu!
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