When Qin Luo reached the front and felt the piercing gaze that kept sweeping over him, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"She's truly a femme fatale!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Liyue's bright eyes flickered, and she merely glanced at him. Her gaze seemed to reproach his teasing, or perhaps to complain about his frivolity. She looked exquisitely beautiful, with a captivating charm.
This unintentional display of charm, so different from her usual aloofness, immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Those gazes held a mixture of amazement, covetousness, and even more envy, making the surrounding whispers of gritted teeth grow ever louder.
When Dan Bingli heard the whispers of those people, she would normally feel indifferent, since she never cared about other people's opinions.
But when she heard someone guessing her relationship with Qin Luo, her somewhat displeased mood unconsciously brightened. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, a very small curve, but it added a rare touch of gentleness to her usually aloof face.
She glanced up at Qin Luo's profile without realizing it, but then quickly looked away as if she had done something wrong.
Suddenly, a powerful bell rang out over the island. The sound was melodious and lingering, echoing in everyone's ears and instantly silencing the noisy and restless crowd.
Just then, an old man dressed in white robes seemed to step out from the void, his figure gradually becoming clearer. It was none other than Elder Fan from before.
"Hehe, little guys, three months will fly by."
"Today's freshman competition is your first major test after entering the Lingyuan Sect, and it is also an excellent opportunity for you to show your talents."
Elder Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in everyone's hearts like a great bell, clearly reaching every corner.
"The winner of this competition will not only receive five million spirit points, but will also be able to enter the Spirit Abyss Treasure Vault to select suitable cultivation techniques and spiritual weapons."
As Elder Fan spoke, he slightly raised his hand, and a flash of blue light appeared in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, a simple blue token appeared in his hand. The token looked ordinary, but it exuded an ancient aura. It was the qualification certificate for entering the Spirit Abyss Treasure Vault.
At this point, Elder Fan paused, a sly glint in his eyes:
"The rules are quite simple: whoever obtains the token to the Spirit Abyss Treasure Vault first will be the winner of the Freshman Competition."
As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Fan's gaze sharpened, his eyes gleaming. In an instant, a massive light screen appeared before everyone, radiating a soft glow, like a gateway to another world.
Elder Fan flicked his wrist, and the token of the Spirit Abyss Treasury transformed into a beam of blue light, which then disappeared instantly into the light screen.
All the people saw in the light screen was a wild mountain range teeming with demonic beasts. A strong wind blew, rustling the grass and trees, and the roars of the demonic beasts could be faintly heard even through the light screen.
The towering, lush mountains stand majestically, their overlapping peaks creating a breathtaking visual spectacle.
But in these rolling mountains, there stands a bare mountain covered with stone steps, which wind their way up as if to the sky.
The token for the Spirit Abyss Treasury was located at the very top of that mountain, gleaming with a faint blue light, enticing everyone.
Upon seeing this scene, the crowd erupted in excitement, all staring at the simple token that had landed on the mountain peak.
Seeing this, Elder Fan smiled and said:
"Since everyone is so eager, then I won't say any more. Let's begin this year's freshman competition!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shout erupted from the crowd. Many eager disciples rushed towards the light screen, and instantly, the entire scene descended into chaos.
The eager-to-show-off freshmen rushed toward the light screen, their figures flashing like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of them disappeared into the light screen.
In an instant, the area around the light screen flickered with light, and figures moved about.
Seeing everyone enter one after another, Qin Luo and his two companions no longer hesitated.
"Without further ado, it's time for us to get in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Luo took the lead and rushed towards the light screen like an arrow, creating a slight gust of air.
Murong Liyue followed closely behind him, her figure light and graceful, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy chasing the starlight.
Dan Bingli frowned slightly, seemingly disgusted by the crowded and chaotic scene. Her aloof figure flashed through the crowd like a white lightning bolt, heading towards the light screen.
As they approached the light screen, the surrounding air became restless.
Qin Luo said in a low voice:
"Be careful, don't stray too far once you're inside."
Murong Liyue nodded, while Dan Bingli gave a faint "hmm".
The three of them passed through the light barrier almost simultaneously, and with a flash of light before their eyes, they entered the mountains and fields.
Upon entering, a fragrance mixed with the scent of grass and trees and the faint aura of demonic beasts wafted towards you.
The surrounding area is a dense forest, with towering trees blocking out the sun, allowing sunlight to filter through the gaps in the leaves and cast dappled patterns of light.
Qin Luo quickly surveyed his surroundings, and every now and then he could hear the roars of demonic beasts and the exclamations of his disciples from not far away.
"It seems that we have already encountered the local natives, but time is of the essence, we must get to the stone steps as soon as possible."
As soon as he stopped thinking, a powerful spiritual perception emanated from Qin Luo. In an instant, every blade of grass, every tree, every insect, and every beast within thousands of feet around him had a clear outline in his mind.
His gaze sharpened, locking onto a particular direction. Although the trees there were still lush, there was a faint, almost imperceptible trace of a passageway.
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