As night fell, the lights in the main hall of Shenxiao Sect were bright, just like daytime. Lei Wanshan held a banquet in the hall and invited the disciples who participated in the three sects' competition to come to the banquet. Although the disciple of Yaochi Holy Land who won the first prize had left early, the remaining disciples of Wanjian Sect still wanted to fulfill their hospitality.
The hall was filled with people, laughter and joy. Since Qing Ge, the first place winner, was absent, Lin Fan, the second place winner, became the focus of the whole audience. Many people came forward to toast him, which made Chang Shiqi, who had always been ranked at the bottom of the sect, feel extremely honored.
"Junior Brother Lin Fan, you have only been in the sect for less than half a month, and you have achieved such excellent results. It is really admirable!" A fellow senior brother raised his glass to congratulate.
"Yes, Junior Brother Lin Fan, you have achieved so much at such a young age. You are truly a role model for us!" another disciple echoed.
Lin Fan smiled and responded to everyone's congratulations and praises one by one, his heart was already filled with joy. He did not refuse any of the toasts from those who came to congratulate him, and drank happily!
"Pervert!"
Xia Ling, who was standing at one side of the hall, cursed inwardly at Lin Fan, who was surrounded by people, then picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all, saying angrily:
"In the next competition, I will let him know why the flowers are so red!"
Xiao Ning, who was beside her, comforted her while picking up some food for her.
"Don't be angry, it's a competition, of course there are winners and losers!"
But he was thinking, "It depends on whether he can survive until the next game..."
Yun Yao and Xia Ling ranked in the top four this time, which was a very good result for Wutong Peak. After all, they had not participated in the sect competition for two years, and it was not easy to get such a ranking. Bai Ziyun was also happy and dispersed his cultivation to drink happily, enjoying the joyful atmosphere with several peak masters and elders, and even drank a little blackout. Xiao Ning could only drink tea instead of wine due to his age.
At this moment, Lin Fan suddenly came towards their table with a wine glass in hand. He said flatteringly, "Sister Xia Ling, I offended you a lot during the competition. Please forgive me. I will drink first to show my respect and apologize to you."
However, Xia Ling ignored him, leaving him standing there awkwardly for a long time. Helplessly, he turned his gaze to Bai Ziyun and Yun Yao, but received no response. Finally, he turned his gaze to Xiao Ning and asked bluntly, "Junior Brother Xiao, why didn't you play in the competition this year? When you were in the disciple-recruiting hall, your performance was outstanding. I wanted to take this opportunity to compete with you!"
Xiao Ning smiled slightly and replied calmly: "I have been ill recently, so I did not participate in this competition."
Hearing this, Lin Fan's face instantly turned gloomy, and a trace of disdain and contempt flashed in his eyes. He sneered and said, "Is it possible that Junior Brother Xiao is afraid? Yes, he can only hide behind a woman. What kind of ability can he have? I guess he can't even survive the first round of the competition, right?"
Seeing this, Xia Ling was immediately filled with anger. She slammed the table and stood up, glaring at Lin Fan, and shouted, "Lin Fan, stop talking nonsense! My junior brother just didn't feel well recently and didn't participate in this year's competition. If he met you in the competition, you wouldn't even get a place!"
Lin Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile. He said in a contemptuous tone: "Oh? Really? However, with his fifth-level foundation building cultivation, he probably won't have a chance in this lifetime!"
This sentence was like a heavy bomb, exploding with a bang, and the whole scene was in chaos. Everyone present was in an uproar, and the discussion was one after another, surging like a tide.
"What? Junior Brother Xiao is only at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment? Didn't he reach the Great Perfection realm three years ago?" someone asked in surprise, his voice full of disbelief.
"Yeah, why does the genius of that year not even dare to participate in the competition now? Is he really just a show-off?" another person echoed with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"He is really just a vase. He only has a handsome appearance but his strength is so poor." Someone else said disdainfully, with a trace of contempt in his eyes.
Xiao Ning listened to the discussions around him, his face calm as water, as if he was not affected at all.
He put down the teacup in his hand, stood up slowly, looked at Lin Fan firmly, and said loudly: "The level of cultivation is not the only criterion for measuring a person's strength. Although I did not participate in the competition today, I will have the opportunity to prove myself in the future. But you, Lin Fan, don't underestimate anyone."
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Lin Fan. He helped the drunk Bai Ziyun up and left the hall. Yun Yao and Xia Ling followed him.
Seeing Xiao Ning so calm, Lin Fan was already furious. He said viciously:
"Humph! Useless trash, why are you pretending to be noble? Just wait and see."
After saying that, he left without any more trouble.
After returning to Wutong Peak, Xiao Ning asked Yun Yao and the others to go back first and told Xue'er that she didn't need to wait for him and should rest early. He stayed behind to take care of Bai Ziyun.
Arriving at the bedroom, he gently put Bai Ziyun on the bed. She was already full of alcohol. Xiao Ning took off her coat and shoes. Suddenly, Bai Ziyun hugged him and spoke in a daze.
"Ning'er, sleep with me! Take off your clothes quickly. Let's do something fun!
Xiao Ning's face flushed red all of a sudden, and he tried to break free from Bai Ziyun's embrace, "Master...Master, you are drunk, I will go get you a cup of sobering tea."
However, Bai Ziyun held him tightly, refusing to let go and murmured, "I'm not drunk... Ning'er, don't go... don't leave me..."
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