At noon the next day, all the participating disciples arrived in front of the arena to await their arrangements. After waiting for a cup of tea, they saw a group of elders and the sect leader approaching.
Leading the way were Qingyu and his two companions. They led the others to the elevated observation deck. After they were seated, Qingyu stood up and began explaining the competition items and precautions for the ceremony.
After Qingyu finished speaking, she waved her hand and several bamboo tubes appeared in the open space below, each filled with bamboo sticks. Qingyu smiled gently, "Everyone, draw lots."
As soon as he finished speaking, many people rushed forward to grab the tickets. Leng Yan just watched them grab the tickets.
Only after those people had finished grabbing the lots did Leng Yanx lead the Qingyuan Sect disciples to take the lots. The Qingyuan Sect disciples let Leng Yan take the lots first before they took the remaining lots.
Leng Yan looked at the stick in her hand. On it was written one hundred and thirty-one in cinnabar. After reading it, Leng Yan put the stick away.
Leng Yan turned around to find a quiet place, and when she turned around, she saw Qin Du beside her. Leng Yan asked casually, "Little Junior Brother, what's your rank?"
Qin Du handed the lottery ticket to Leng Yan. Leng Yan was stunned and subconsciously reached out to take it.
Leng Yan took the stick and looked at it. It was written with black ink, number 51. After reading it, Leng Yan returned it to Qin Du. Qin Du took the stick, but his eyes kept fixed on Leng Yan's hand.
Leng Yan's hands were beautiful. Her skin was so fair that you could clearly see the turquoise veins. Her fingers were slender and her nails shone with a brilliant white light in the sunlight, revealing the pink flesh beneath. Her wrists were slender and she wore no jewelry, but even so, they still captivated people's imaginations.
Leng Yan was unaware of this; she had already found a comfortable place to sit down. Many disciples of the Qing Yuan Sect also followed, forming a circle around Leng Yan, with her in the center.
Leng Yan ignored the looks from people on the observation deck and around her, and closed her eyes to take a nap.
Soon it was Qin Du's turn. Leng Yan opened his eyes. Qin Du's opponent had the same cultivation level as him. According to Qin Du's current strength, Qin Du would definitely win this round, but it might take a little longer.
Thinking of this, Leng Yan continued to close her eyes and pretend to sleep. Half an incense stick later, Qin Du won. When the referee announced his victory, Qin Du subconsciously looked towards where Leng Yan was sitting.
When he saw Leng Yan still pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He walked down the stage, returned to his original seat and sat down, staring blankly at Leng Yan's face beside him.
Only at this moment did he deeply realize that in Leng Yan's eyes, he was no different from other ordinary disciples.
I also truly understood why many people call cold smoke "white moonlight". Because cold smoke is just like the cold moonlight, it shines on people but they can't catch it no matter what.
He lowered his head and felt himself ridiculous. Senior Sister was the moon in the sky, the deity seated on the altar, the flower on the branch. And he was the mud on the ground. A moon caught in its grasp was no longer a moon, a deity pulled down from the altar was despised. And a flower dropped into the mud was no longer a flower but flower mud.
Her senior sister should always sit on the high platform. Her senior sister is so precious that they should climb up to touch the platform, not for her to come down from the platform to pity them.
At this time, Leng Yan opened her eyes, turned to look at Qin Du and asked, "Why are you staring at me? What do you want to ask?" Qin Du's thoughts were pulled back by Leng Yan. He shook his head and said, "Senior Sister, it's okay." After hearing this, Leng Yan turned her head and continued to close her eyes and pretend to sleep.
Qin Du looked away. How could he be willing to let go of such a good senior sister? Sooner or later, he would eliminate all those rivals in love and prove with his strength that he was the only one in the world worthy of his senior sister.
In the afternoon, it was Leng Yan's turn. Everyone was immediately excited when they saw Leng Yan take the stage. Those who needed to sit up straight sat up straight, and those who needed to stand up straight stood up straight. After all, who wouldn't admire the world's recognized number one genius?
Leng Yan stepped onto the stage, facing a burly male cultivator. The man, with a full beard, looked at Leng Yan with disdain. Leng Yan took a look at him and found that he was only in the early stage of the Golden Core stage.
Seeing Leng Yan trying to suppress her cultivation to the same level as himself, the man said disdainfully, "Whether you suppress your cultivation or not, it's the same to me. You'd better not suppress it."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around the arena laughed. The man thought they were laughing at Leng Yan and that their opinions were the same as his, so he raised his chin. However, he didn't know that those people were laughing at his arrogance and ignorance.
Leng Yan paused, looking at the man opposite with some doubt. It doesn't matter whether he suppresses it or not. Is this serious?
Leng Yan looked towards the referee to see what he would say. The elders and clan leaders on the viewing platform fell silent after hearing the man's words. Some of the elders and clan leaders present couldn't see Leng Yan's cultivation level clearly, but they could guess that Leng Yan's cultivation level must be at least in the Spiritual Transformation Stage.
Then the man said, "It doesn't matter whether I press it or not. Where did this conspicuous bag come from?"
The referee didn't know what to do. He looked up at the elders and clan leaders on the platform. Seeing this, the man stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Disciple Ling Moxiao begs the elders and clan leaders to agree."
Everyone on the platform looked at each other in bewilderment. This...
Finally, everyone looked at Qingyu. Seeing everyone looking at him, Qingyu smiled gently and asked Ling Moxiao, "Are you sure?" Ling Moxiao said in a loud voice, "I am sure. I would like everyone present to bear witness."
Seeing this, Qingyu looked at Leng Yan and asked softly, "Yan'er, what do you think?" Leng Yan said calmly, "Since Fellow Daoist Ling has such a request, then I will respectfully obey." Qingyu said, "Okay, then do as Ling Moxiao said. Yan'er, you don't have to suppress your cultivation."
Leng Yan nodded. At this moment, everyone looked at Ling Moxiao with a mixture of teasing, ill will, and pity. Ling Moxiao was completely unaware of this.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
