Sect Grand Competition
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qingyu was somewhat surprised: "Could it be that there are two separate events, one inside and one outside?"
Liu Yan nodded: "I just received the news. This year, our Xuantian Sect will not only hold one internal competition as in the past, but also plans to have the teams formed and go outside to compete with other sects."
"If the outside loses, won't we be unable to go to the Lesser Saint Realm?" Ruan Qingyu hadn't forgotten that her master, Daoist Qingchen, was very much looking forward to her going to the Lesser Saint Realm.
If your team loses the match, wouldn't it be a waste of joy?
Shaking her head, Liu Yan frowned: "The Lesser Saint Realm has always been very welcoming to disciples from various sects, but now, for some unknown reason, they want powerful and capable disciples, and they also want more to go, which is why they divided it into several rounds."
"What exactly is this Lesser Sacred Realm?" Ruan Qingyu asked subconsciously as her thoughts raced through her mind.
Liu Yan was also taken aback, then said helplessly, "All I know is that those who can go inside are outstanding disciples from various sects. If they go in, they won't be far from ascension."
Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu stopped asking questions. After all, a place that her master specifically mentioned couldn't possibly be simple.
However, for this small team competition, she must prepare well. Regardless of her own performance, at least the whole team should advance.
After Liu Yan left, Wu Tong walked to the table and asked curiously, "Are you going to that competition?"
Hearing Wutong speak, Ruan Qingyu turned around: "Of course I have to go. I can't contact Yunyin now, and my cultivation is not yet able to break through the void. I might as well work on myself."
Not to mention, she had already agreed to participate in the competition with Liu Yan, and now there were only six months left, so she didn't mind having some free time to cultivate.
After a moment of contemplation, Ruan Qingyu bent down and looked at Wutong, saying, "I guess you like puppets, but if it were an outsider, I would appreciate it if Wutong could pretend."
For example, you could pretend to be a real puppet, or if that doesn't work, you could pretend to be a wooden puppet. When Liu Yan came in just now, she was worried that the other party would ask how she knew how to make puppets, but fortunately the other party was not curious.
Wutong paused for a moment, then put away the miniature version of the Wutong Qin that she had conjured: "Xuantian Sect should also have similar books. Why don't you go to the library and borrow them? That way you can take them out openly in the future."
Immediately, Ruan Qingyu had to admit that Wutong's suggestion was quite reasonable. After discussing it, she went to the library that same day and spent some contribution points to borrow all the books related to puppets.
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed like flowing water.
The main reason why the five-person team didn't take the time to practice their teamwork was the internal competition within the Xuantian Sect, where the first round was an individual competition.
Each participating disciple has five chances, and a best-of-five series will advance them. They can then participate in subsequent team competitions, and for the initial team competition, they only need to win once out of two matches to qualify for the competitions among various sects.
As soon as Ruan Qingyu reached the edge of the square, she saw many people waving to her. Puzzled, Ruan Qingyu smiled and responded.
A moment later, he remembered that he was no longer a lone traveler, but had gained the favor of Daoist Qingchen and become his closed-door disciple.
It would be the strangest thing if there were disciples in the Xuantian Sect who didn't recognize her.
Fortunately, Ruan Qingyu's confusion lasted less than a quarter of an hour before Liu Feng, who had squeezed out of the crowd, noticed her and led her to the waiting area of the smaller group.
Upon arriving there, they saw Jin Chengcheng and Yang Ming playing chess, while Liu Yan was looking at the scroll in her hand, seemingly deep in thought.
Liu Feng was about to pat her shoulder, but suddenly withdrew his hand: "It hasn't started yet, so please sit here for a while."
As he spoke, Liu Feng looked at the three people who were each busy with their own business: "Look who's here!"
Instantly, Jin Chengcheng, who had been contemplating her next move, looked up and nodded calmly, while Yang Ming responded with a simple smile.
Liu Yan, having put down the scroll, flashed to Ruan Qingyu's side: "You've arrived early. Didn't you know someone had been waiting for you for a long time?"
Liu Yan's words were so teasing that Ruan Qingyu could only look at her blankly.
Seeing this, Liu Yan raised her head, gesturing for her to look in the other direction.
Across from them, at the head of the group, was a girl in purple who immediately beamed with joy upon noticing their gaze.
"That young man in purple is Lu Siyao, the former number one rising star of the Xuantian Sect, and a junior member of Daojun Wenhe's family." Liu Yan deliberately lowered her voice, as if afraid that someone on the other side would overhear.
Ruan Qingyu was puzzled, but remained calm on the surface: "Hmm, what does she have to do with you and me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Qingyu clearly saw Liu Yan's expression become even more mischievous: "Qingchen Daojun's closed-door disciple, at such a young age, is already at the late Golden Core stage. These things are enough for you to successfully become the number one new generation disciple among our Xuantian Sect's new generation."
Suddenly, Ruan Qingyu realized something and felt a headache coming on. At first, she thought having a master was a good thing, but after suddenly becoming famous, it didn't seem so good after all.
"Hmm, so am I number one, and what is my relationship with Lu Siyao? Could it be that she harbors resentment towards me because she lost first place?" Ruan Qingyu shook her head, her intuition telling her that this purple-clad girl named Lu Siyao was definitely not that kind of person.
As expected, Liu Yan waved her hand and said, "Lu Siyao is honest and kind, so she won't hold a grudge against you, but she will admire you. After all, she is in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm and is a year older than you. Now that you are young and have a high cultivation level, you will naturally be favored by her."
Ruan Qingyu suddenly choked on her own saliva and coughed violently: "She favors me?"
"So, Qingyu, you'd better do your best. If you run into her in the individual or team competition, she'll be in your hands!" What Liu Yan didn't finish saying was that there were too many disciples in the Xuantian Sect who liked Lu Siyao. Now that the person she liked had lost the title of first place, she was naturally eager to vent her anger.
Putting down her chess piece, Jin Chengcheng glanced at Liu Yan and Ruan Qingyu, and muttered, "Senior Sister speaks so frankly, but what if she can't do it?"
For many days in a row, people around her kept asking if there was a disciple of Daoist Qingchen in their group, which annoyed her to no end.
Hearing this, Liu Yan glanced helplessly at Jin Chengcheng: "Qingyu's strength is obvious to both of us, and besides, do you not trust Daojun's judgment?"
Having secretly affirmed Ruan Qingyu's abilities, Liu Yan firmly believed that her good teammate could handle these troublesome admirers on her own.
Lu Siyao, who had been secretly watched by the two men, was surrounded by her teammates after she looked away.
"Siyao, I believe in you. You'll definitely win all five rounds!"
"As long as we don't encounter any disciples who are stronger than Siyao, winning the whole battle will be a piece of cake."
The moment those words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent, so much so that the person immediately covered their mouth with their hand. They were then met with a glare from their teammate: "Aren't you just being a spoilsport?"
Lu Siyao smiled and said, "It's okay. As long as I've tried my best, I'll always reap the rewards."
"Siyao, you're too naive. If you went to Daojun Qingchen, you might become his closed-door disciple."
The existence of Qingchen Daojun's closed-door disciple had been a rumor within the Xuantian Sect for many years. Others simply assumed it was a matter of Qingchen Daojun's mood, but no one expected a newcomer to suddenly appear this year.
Upon hearing this, Lu Siyao's expression immediately turned serious: "A Yuan, don't say that. This matter is not only Daojun's intention, but also Elder Mo's answer from the divination. Even if it is a divination, it is only because Daojun agreed that the other party was chosen."
In this situation, since both sides agree, how can she, as an outsider, have any say? Not to mention, the other party is indeed quite capable.
"I'm really looking forward to it. It's been a long time since our sect has had such a promising new talent. I was worried that our sect would be looked down upon by other sects because we haven't had any newcomers for so long." As she spoke, Lu Siyao glanced at the person opposite her and smiled.
Lu Siyao's ability to gain so much recognition stems not only from her strength but also from her pure and virtuous character. Hearing her say this, the disciples, who had initially been somewhat indignant, immediately quieted down.
Some sighed inwardly, some shook their heads helplessly, but most felt admiration and respected Lu Siyao even more.
"I believe in Senior Sister Siyao. Even if she isn't Daojun's disciple, she can still become the sect's senior sister!" the disciple who had just been called Ayuan said firmly.
Lu Siyao was making a ruckus, completely oblivious to Ruan Qingyu's thoughts.
On the high platform, the elder's voice quickly reached the ears of every disciple: "The competition has officially begun. Only point strikes are allowed; no killing is permitted! Anyone who violates this rule will be expelled from the sect!"
After the elder finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved his sleeve, and countless arenas sprang up from the center of the square, rising straight into the sky.
As the platforms grew taller and became so dense they blotted out the sky, the elder once again gestured for them to stop. Countless beams of light shot out, heading towards the disciples in the waiting area.
Ruan Qingyu subconsciously reached out and caught it. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the number twenty-seven was written on the jade slip. Before she could even speak, the number on the jade slip glowed and transformed into an auspicious cloud.
Without a word, it flew up onto the high platform with Ruan Qingyu, perhaps afraid that she would run away, and even suddenly grew into the shape of a mount halfway there.
When Ruan Qingyu jumped from the stopped auspicious cloud onto the arena, there was already someone standing opposite her.
A female disciple dressed in the robes of the Xuantian Sect appeared to be at the early stage of the Golden Core realm. Upon seeing Ruan Qingyu, her expression changed slightly, and she spoke before the elder could speak.
Then the disciple suddenly raised his hand: "Wait! I admit defeat!"
Instantly, some disciples who had been watching the duel erupted in commotion. However, they quickly quieted down; the difference in cultivation levels between the two was too great, and forcing a fight would only delay the subsequent matches.
Cutting losses early is a no-brainer. The disciples who were initially in an uproar have now clearly seen the cultivation levels of the people on the arena.
"If you ask me, this competition should have been changed to allow people of different cultivation levels to fight each other, instead of just judging them based on the Golden Core stage," muttered a disciple who hadn't yet had his turn.
"How dare you say that? I remember you won against two opponents with lower cultivation levels than you in the last competition without a fight, and you dare to talk like this?"
Putting aside the disciples' discussions, Ruan Qingyu herself was still somewhat taken aback.
After receiving permission, the disciple jumped off the arena. Meanwhile, she was pinned down on the arena by the auspicious cloud that had been there earlier.
"Ruan Qingyu wins!" As the words fell, a "win" character quickly appeared after Ruan Qingyu's name on a light screen outside the arena.
"How could she be so fast? No wonder she is Daojun's disciple, her skills are truly superb."
"Are you blind? Didn't you hear that the disciple over there voluntarily admit defeat?"
"So what? Luck is also a part of strength. Don't you see how many cultivators get stuck in their teeth even when drinking cold water, and how many cultivators have an epiphany after just one night's sleep?"
This conversation immediately infuriated many disciples, who were furious.
In the waiting area, Liu Yan withdrew her gaze from the arena where Ruan Qingyu was: "It seems that I really don't need to worry about the result on Qingyu's side. You guys better do your best."
Upon hearing this, Jin Chengcheng put away the chessboard that Yangming hadn't finished playing. She muttered somewhat sullenly, "Okay."
Yang Ming scratched his head. He felt that Senior Sister Liu Yan was right, but he dared not speak up if Jin Chengcheng was unhappy.
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