The Qingxiao Sect competition continued, and forty-eight disciples were eliminated on the first day. The chief disciples did not meet and fight each other, so Lin Yuetian was the first chief disciple to be eliminated.
His face was very pale, and many disciples looked at him with strange eyes, which he took as mockery.
"That despicable Su Youxue, she actually keeps a spirit pet to ambush people, just as despicable and shameless as her senior brother." Lin Yuetian cursed incessantly in his heart, wishing that she would never find a man in her life and that her son would be born without an anus.
Lin Fan stretched, another beautiful day had passed, but this peaceful and comfortable life made him a little troubled.
He really wanted to give up, to keep doing this forever, because the more he gave up, the more comfortable he felt, and all his troubles would disappear.
But Long Aotian was like a sharp sword hanging over his head, constantly reminding him to work hard, otherwise, in less than a hundred years, he would likely face a calamity.
In his previous life, he was defeated by Long Aotian in the third year, and was subsequently captured and tortured for seven years.
Looking at the ball of light floating on the arena, Lin Fan casually picked it up and saw the number on it; it was actually a direct disciple of Youyue Peak.
Of the seven main peaks of the Qingxiao Sect, Youyue Peak is the only one without male disciples. Therefore, male disciples from other peaks often wander around the vicinity of Youyue Peak when they have nothing else to do.
Lin Fan was somewhat surprised to see his petite junior sister, with her long ponytail, hopping and skipping onto the stage like a little rabbit.
Judging from her cultivation level of the third level of the Golden Core Realm, but her height only reaches my chest, she probably doesn't even look twelve years old.
These little southern potatoes have a chubby face and big, bright eyes; they look so cute.
This little potato, one slap and it'll make him cry for a long time. Unless you're a man with violent tendencies, you probably wouldn't have the heart to do it.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Lin Fan!" Little Potato looked up at Lin Fan, her sweet face smiling like a peony in bloom, revealing two adorable little tiger teeth.
"Junior Sister Ye, why don't you admit defeat? I really can't bear to lay a hand on you!" Lin Fan coughed lightly, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"Senior Brother Lin, are you looking down on me?" Little Potato tilted her head back, pouted, and looked at him arrogantly.
That's the expression (`へ′*)ノ, I'm really unhappy.
Seeing Lin Fan looking at her with a strange gaze, she proudly puffed out her two big, wavy chest to indicate that she was over eighteen and an adult.
“But I’m at the eighth level of the Golden Core stage, and you’re only at the third. This is bullying you. No matter how I fight you, I have no chance of winning!” Lin Fan said, rolling his eyes.
"Weren't you on the seventh floor yesterday?" Little Potato looked at her in surprise, his face full of disbelief.
What kind of feed did this guy eat to grow up like this? How can he cultivate so quickly, as easily as drinking water?
"I just broke through last night," Lin Fan said proudly.
"ah?"
Little Potato's expression fell. If it were only the seventh level of the Golden Core stage, even if she couldn't defeat him, she would still want to ask for his guidance. But the eighth level of the Golden Core stage was too much of a difference, and there was no suspense at all.
I surrender!
She struggled for a while, stomped her feet in frustration, then hopped down again, swinging her little ponytail, as if what had just happened hadn't ruined her mood; she even hummed a song happily.
Elder Xingfeng stared blankly as she jumped onto the stage, then stared blankly as she stepped off, before sighing helplessly and announcing Lin Fan's victory.
It can only be said that he and Long Aotian are in a league of their own; the other disciples are far too far behind and are helpless against them.
Sigh...
The disciples in the audience sighed in disbelief. This chief disciple of Youzhu Peak had no shame at all. They could tolerate him having a bye yesterday, but today he actually tricked his junior sister into admitting defeat.
He was the only disciple who hadn't yet made a move, which inevitably disappointed those who wanted to see his skills.
"Senior Brother, you and Senior Sister Ye wouldn't be having a romantic affair, would you?" Lu Shuisheng leaned closer, her mind already racing with speculation.
If there was no special deal, why did Senior Sister Ye give up so easily? She's too obedient, even more docile than her own junior sisters.
Even if you're no match for them, at least make a show of it, draw your sword and show off a few moves before admitting defeat.
Lin Fan poked her head speechlessly and said, "I really want to pry your head open and see if it's yellow inside."
Upon hearing this, Lu Shuisheng's eyes lit up. She quietly leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as she whispered, "If you want to see more, Senior Brother, you can come to my room tonight. There's even more explicit stuff there, I guarantee you won't regret it."
Lin Fan's face darkened. Where was his innocent junior sister? How could she be so good at flirting?
Okay, I guessed she was probably reborn, and that she might have tried all sorts of positions in her previous life, so I didn't find it surprising.
Feeling the cold gazes from his sisters, he didn't pursue the topic any further. Damn system tasks, there was no hint about what constituted flirting with his junior sisters.
I've let her hug me, she's let me hold her, she's even rubbed against my big, wavy hair—it feels pretty good—but I haven't seen any system notification that the task is complete. Does this mean I have to touch all five of my junior sisters? Teasing them all?
The arena competition was in full swing, with cheers from the disciples echoing from time to time. The number of direct disciples and inner disciples eliminated today was about the same, and some of the inner disciples who had been training for several years were not to be underestimated.
Wu Qiankun was defeated by an inner disciple today. He was only at the third level of the Golden Core Realm, while his opponent was an inner disciple at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm. After a fierce battle of about a hundred rounds, he was knocked off the stage.
After the second round of elimination, there are still 25 disciples left. In the third round of elimination, one of them will still have the opportunity to receive a bye.
In this round of elimination matches, Long Aotian received a bye, while her junior sister Hua Nongyue's opponent was a disciple of Tianjian Peak, who was superior to her in both realm and strength, and was subsequently eliminated.
Lin Fan faced off against Zhuge Jianwo, the chief disciple of Tianjian Peak and a disciple personally taught by the sect leader, who possessed the strength of the seventh level of the Golden Core Realm.
Sensing the chilling killing intent, Lin Fan looked up and was speechless. This fourth junior sister's simp is really something else. If you can't get girls, what does it have to do with me?
What a waste of his talent and looks! He's a direct disciple of the sect leader, the chief disciple of Tianjian Peak, and a potential future sect leader. He could pick any woman he wants, yet he insists on being fixated on one person.
"Hehe, Junior Brother Lin, it's been a long time since we sparred!" Zhuge said, seeing that I was only smiling insincerely.
Although the two had been members of the Qingxiao Sect for over ten years and had frequent interactions after becoming chief disciples, they had never actually sparred with each other.
One of them is a sycophant, and the other is a beast of burden; both are tools for the protagonist to gain experience.
Seeing that Lin Fan was suddenly so popular with his junior sisters, Zhuge felt as if he had been deeply betrayed.
Why is it that he, a mere nobody, can win the favor of the junior sisters, while this simp can only hide in the dark crevices and wait?
"Senior Brother Zhuge, instead of chasing after something unattainable, why not broaden your mind? There are plenty of stunning beauties in the world waiting for you to favor them," Lin Fan said speechlessly.
Seeing my anger, Zhuge said, "My heart for Junior Sister Chu is as clear as day. How can you be such a traitor, breaking your promise and toying with Junior Sister Chu's feelings?"
"I..." Lin Fan seemed unable to find a reason to refute it. He was definitely a slave and a sycophant in the past, but he had awakened!
Only by not being a simp or a slave can one live a good life. It seems that among a group of simps, one announces that he is no longer single, and the person he is single to is their goddess. Therefore, the simps feel deceived and betrayed.
It's just that my junior sisters have gone crazy for some reason. Even if they don't go after Long Aotian, with so many male disciples in the Qingxiao Sect, they insist on revolving around me.
I admit I'm as handsome as Daniel Wu, but there's no need to like everyone who likes me.
The disciples in the audience quieted down. They also wanted to know what made Lin Fan, as the chief disciple of Youzhu Peak, so special that he could gain the favor of the peak master and the sect leader.
"Make your move! I will eliminate you, you traitor, for the sake of my brothers!" Zhuge shouted angrily at me.
After saying that, he threw the sword in his hand and shot it towards Lin Fan.
Ding ding ding
The sound of weapons clashing rang out, sparks flying. Zhuge saw that my sword was agile and unpredictable, forcing Lin Fan to only parry and defend for a short time.
This is the free-handed sword technique of Tianjian Peak. They can control the trajectory and direction of the sword, and when they are at the same level, they can quickly force their opponents into a disadvantageous position.
"Junior Brother Lin, I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"
Zhuge saw me speak coldly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with anger. Ever since he learned that Lin Fan had left the sycophant alliance, he had been working hard to cultivate, all for the sake of defeating the latter in the sect competition.
However, Lin Fan grew too fast, not only breaking through to the Golden Core Realm but also surpassing him. Therefore, he cultivated even more desperately and finally broke through to the seventh level of the Golden Core Realm last night. As a result, Lin Fan also broke through, still one realm higher than him.
Lin Fan swung the jet-black sword in his hand. After deflecting the sword from his hand, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. With a slight movement of his divine sense, he sensed a powerful palm strike.
He watched as the sword came hurtling towards him, and then his senior brother launched a sneak attack from behind, making it an extremely dangerous situation with attacks from both sides.
The power of the free-hand sword lies in its strangeness, danger, and unpredictability. Zhuge Jian saw me controlling it to attack continuously, attracting most of his attention, and then attacking from behind. If it were an ordinary inner disciple, he would be defeated as soon as he used the free-hand sword.
"Sect Leader, your disciple's swordsmanship has captured a significant portion of your essence. Given time, he may even surpass you!" Peak Master Xingfeng stroked his white beard and laughed.
He rarely appears in the public eye, and most matters are decided by the elders. At this moment, he saw Zhuge Jian use a beautiful free-hand sword technique, and his eyes revealed admiration.
"But when Zhuge Jian and I face off against Leng Shimei's personal disciple, in a duel between the Li Shou Sword and the Zhan Xian Sword Technique, who will prevail?" Peak Master Qifeng asked with a smile.
The "Leaving Hand Sword" is a unique skill of the Heavenly Sword Peak, while the "Immortal Slaying Sword Technique" is a unique skill of the Nether Bamboo Peak. It's hard to say who will win in a duel between their strongest disciples.
Especially since Lin Fan's strength has recently increased dramatically, it seems that no one has ever seen him make a move, making it difficult to guess the extent of his strength.
"Just watch and see. I have great confidence in Fan'er," Leng Xingyue said calmly.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Junior Sister, if you talk like that, Senior Brother Sect Leader won't be happy." Peak Master Youyue smiled, pursing her lips.
Zhao Kuo looked at them speechlessly. They were all making fun of him. Where was his dignity as the sect leader?
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