The next day, the spring breeze was warm and colorful flags were fluttering.
Amidst everyone's eager anticipation, the new Yuling Conference finally kicked off.
Disciple delegations from various colleges, wearing school uniforms of different colors, gathered at the venue in front of Galan College.
On the main stage, the leaders and elders of various sects sat there.
Ling Yixiong, as the head of Fengqing Sect and one of the founders of the host temple, Galan Academy, was specially invited to preside over the conference.
After all the participating disciples had entered the venue, he stood on the main stage and read out the precautions for the conference.
The participating students in the audience listened attentively, fearing that they would miss any important information.
As everyone held their breath, Sophie, who was standing in the middle of the line, couldn't help but yawn.
Many disciples glanced at her sideways, even Lingsi, who was at the front of the line, turned around and glanced at her.
Well, it’s not that she doesn’t give face to her father, it’s just that she is too sleepy.
Last night, she spent most of the night talking earnestly with Bihua Sword. In the end, she succeeded in using force to make Bihua Sword willingly submit to her.
It's a pity for Mr. Zhang's hoe, there's not even a scrap left. I'll buy him a new one in a few days to compensate him.
"Junior Sister, this is your first time participating in the Yuling Conference. Don't worry too much about what others think. Just do your best."
"Yes, yes, in our hearts, Junior Sister will always be the best!"
Mo Ce and Qiu Gao, who were standing behind Sophie, looked at her dejected appearance and couldn't help but cheer her up.
The two of them had participated in the annual Yuling Conference several times, so they had some practical experience. Qiu Gao, in particular, had the good fortune to make it into the top 50 last time, but ultimately lost and finished in 49th place.
Although this result may not seem outstanding at first glance, it still earned a point for their college.
After all, there weren't many disciples who could score at the Yuling Conference, especially at Yunju Peak where they were, there were very few.
In previous conferences, most of the points scored by Galan Academy came from Jiuhua Peak and Daimei Peak, with Fuyu Peak barely ranking below Yunju Peak due to its slight weakness.
As the head of Yunju Peak, Ling Yixiong possessed high-level spiritual power and dedicated himself to the sect's affairs, which helped offset much of the negative gossip. However, his "useless" daughter remained a hot topic of conversation.
Just when she gathered the team early in the morning, she heard the words "waste material" and "fool" no less than ten times.
"Hey, our big idiot Ling is also coming to participate in the Yuling Conference this year?"
Okay, added it again.
Sophie raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes as she yawned, and ignored him.
This sleepy look was seen as a sign of cowardice by others.
"I don't know who it was yesterday who couldn't even control a sword, yet he's actually here to participate in the Spirit Control Conference today. I think you should just give up and avoid embarrassing our Fengqing Sect."
The person who spoke was still the arrogant and domineering man from before.
Mo Ce behind him couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and grabbed his collar.
"Wu Yong, watch your mouth! Don't think your Fuyu Peak is any better!"
"Oh, I thought it was some kind of hero, but it turns out to be Ling Yan's dog. What's the matter? You've been doing so many things that you've taken advantage of others' power that you've forgotten the rules of the tournament? Didn't you hear what Sect Leader Ling said just now? No private fighting allowed."
Wu Yong broke free from his hand disdainfully.
"you……"
Mo Ce was about to step forward and argue with him when a small hand suddenly appeared and grabbed his sleeve.
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