System: "Yin Yue's corruption value has decreased to 70, and his favorability has increased to 80."
Upon hearing this, Xi Xingxue's eyes crinkled with delight; her little apprentice's favorability was indeed rising the fastest.
He once defined Yin Yue as a vindictive, yet ultimately uncaring, male protagonist in need of redemption...
As for Xie Jiuchuan? He's a powerful, calm, steady, and single-minded old-fashioned little dragon. If he hadn't broken his Dao body, his favorability rating would probably have remained around 50 for a long time.
I almost forgot to mention that the system will only announce when the favorability rating increases significantly, which makes Xi Xingxue more immersive when doing tasks.
The last one is He Yan. Actually, he's not hard to win over. After all, how bad can a man who loves to study food be?
Unfortunately, the system assigned him the role of a torturer, causing He Yan to have mixed feelings of love and hate for him, to the point that He Yan was on the verge of moral distortion.
The cultivation world competition lasted for ten days, with all sorts of people competing every day. Soon, the three disciples finished the first few rounds of the preliminary rounds and entered the final round.
Xi Xingxue is now just waiting for the champion to be determined.
However, things took an unexpected turn. On this day, when it was He Yan's turn to compete, he lost control.
The reason? The person he was competing against was actually the enemy who had wiped out his entire family!
The He family and the Jinluo Sect have been enemies for many years. On ordinary days, the most common thing is that the family disciples encounter the sect disciples and they fight each other.
Unexpectedly, one day, the sect leader of the Jinluo Sect had an opportunity and his strength soared. The first thing he did after becoming powerful was to wipe out the He family.
After the He family was destroyed, the actions of the Jinluo Sect were met with dissatisfaction from the entire cultivation world, and the Jinluo Sect subsequently disbanded.
He Yan, who had been hunted down for a long time, knew that the Golden Luo Sect had simply changed its location and name and continued to operate!
He Yan was hidden away by the last power of the He family patriarch back then, and he also witnessed the faces of all the executioners.
And now, the one who is going up to compete against him is one of his disciples.
The disciple was stunned for a moment when he saw He Yan, then chuckled softly and licked his lower lip with a wicked grin.
"Oh, I didn't expect you, a remnant of the He family, to be hiding here. Taiqing Sect? You've managed to latch onto a good sect."
"What a pity you've run into me today. I'll cut you into eight pieces right now and take your head back to the sect leader to ask for a reward."
The disciple said a series of provocative words, and seeing that the other side remained silent, he was about to laugh when he heard He Yan ask a question in a low voice.
"Really? It seems you're not going to keep acting at all."
The disciple chuckled: "What's the point of acting? Do you think there are many good people in the cultivation world? Even if they know we are the ones who wiped out your He family, they won't interfere and offend us. It won't benefit them, after all, we are not demons."
He Yan gazed at him, his eyes as calm as still water, vaguely reflecting the withered peach blossoms on the tree:
"Your actions are even more despicable than those of the demons; you are not worthy to be compared to them."
Before he finished speaking, He Yan's sword was already drawn. His swordsmanship was amazing and extraordinary, like a dragon soaring and a swan flying. In the instant he severed the neck of his enemy's disciple, blood-red flowers bloomed on the sword.
The ability to comprehend powerful sword intent at any time—that's the strength of someone born with a sword bone.
However, before anyone could praise his talent, they noticed the dead disciple.
"Ah! How could he kill someone?!"
Everyone present was astonished.
Although the disciples who went on stage all signed a life-and-death contract, in reality, very few people have died in the past ten days. After all, everyone is watching, and killing a disciple of another sect would only bring hatred to one's own sect.
Even those who were accidentally injured and on the verge of death would be saved. For example, at this moment, the people from the Jinluo Sect, no, now they should be called the Posuo Sect, flew over with a livid face.
He went to the body to see if he could revive it, but as soon as he moved it, a round head rolled off.
The head kept rolling and rolling until it reached the audience and came into everyone's view.
The scene was deathly silent.
Everyone from the Possa Sect turned their gazes toward He Yan on the arena.
They had all been involved in the massacre of the He family to varying degrees, and they recognized He Yan, a figure on the sect's kill list.
He Yan had kept a low profile all these years, almost like he was dead. But when they met again, he had become a disciple of Xi Xingxue of the Taiqing Sect.
It's not good to offend them.
The people of the Saha school hesitated.
However, while they were still hesitating, one person could no longer contain his anger, leaped onto the arena, and stabbed at He Yan.
"How dare you kill my son! Give me back his life!"
The wind howled, and the peaceful white clouds in the sky seemed to echo the escalating tension on the field, beginning to twist into clusters of dark clouds.
The gloomy air mingled with the rumble of thunder, and the sounds and images mingled as the two figures on the arena clashed in an instant.
Such life-threatening situations are rarely encountered by stewards, and they are not in a position to intervene. They can only look to the sect of the person involved for help.
He Yan's match was the earliest one today. It was too early for Xi Xingxue to get up, so she stayed in bed for a while and only arrived at the venue now.
Then, to my dismay, I discovered that things were beyond repair.
"He Yan, stop!"
With a loud shout, He Yan's sword tip pierced the chest of the man opposite him.
The man clutched his chest, his eyes wide, staring at He Yan in disbelief.
Everyone was incredulous.
He killed that brat and still dares to try and kill me? Does he have a death wish?
Xi Xingxue instantly appeared beside He Yan. Seeing that the man who had been stabbed was not quite dead, she quickly shouted, "He's still breathing! He can still be saved!"
He Yan's body trembled slightly, but he maintained his grip on the sword and remained silent.
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