"But cultivating immortals isn't just about winning!" Shen Qingwan's voice was choked with sobs. "Cultivating immortals is about pursuing the great Dao, for inner peace and growth. You've turned them into cold machines. Even if you win, what's the point?"
Meanwhile, rumors about the "cold-blooded style" of Xingyuan Sect disciples had begun to spread within the sect. Wen Xiu ran into an old friend on the road, who greeted him with a cheerful expression, "Brother Wen Xiu, long time no see! You were really impressive in the last competition—"
Wen Xiu just nodded lightly: "Thank you." Then he left.
"Brother Wenxiu, why is he like this..." The disciple stood there in a daze, unable to help but say to his companion, "He used to love chatting, but now he doesn't even want to say hello."
Yuan Pangpang was even more notorious for being a dangerous person. Once, he was leaning against a tree, chewing some spiritual fruit, when someone accidentally bumped into him. He immediately turned around, his eyes cold enough to pin the person to the spot: "Are you looking for death?"
The disciple was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly and almost knelt down to beg for mercy: "Brother Yuan, I didn't mean to do that! I really didn't mean to do that!"
Zhang Xiyu fared no better. He had set up a complex array of psychic runes on the training grounds and solemnly told passing disciples, "Anyone who steps foot here needs to explain to me why they are so stupid." He was subsequently denounced as "the sect's number one bully."
These actions soon caused an uproar within the sect.
"That group of people has become so scary, they are completely unlike the brothers and sisters we know."
"I heard that they were trained by Ning Yuge. No wonder they are like this. They don't even treat them as human beings."
"Is a team like this... really something to be proud of?"
As Shen Qingwan heard these discussions, she felt even more that she had made a grave mistake. She stood on the sect's observation deck, gazing at the indifferent figures of the disciples, her heart filled with regret. Ling Ruoxi's brisk voice rang out in her ears: "Senior Sister Shen, while my cousin's methods may be unkind, I have to admit they are quite effective."
Shen Qingwan shook her head, her eyes filled with fatigue. "Junior Sister Ruoxi, some things shouldn't just be judged by the results. This victory makes me feel like I've done something wrong. Shouldn't I have given this task to him..."
Ling Ruoxi tilted her head, her tone revealing a hint of joking: "Senior Sister, don't think too much. Although my cousin is tough, he is not a bad person. Besides, who would care about anything else after winning the competition?"
Shen Qingwan gently closed her eyes, the afterglow of the setting sun falling on her face, making her expression even more complicated. She didn't know if this victory was worth it, nor did she know if these disciples could still find their original intentions.
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