Especially when she remembered that she had said something similar to a confession to Jiang Zhige, she suddenly felt suffocated and had the urge to ask Empress Hange to turn off the memory screen.

It would be fine if the other person was really the one he liked, but he was the Demon Emperor Jiang Zhige, an existence he hated deeply.

Confessing to such a person was an indelible shame for Nangong Rou.

Nangong Rou was angry for a long time, but finally calmed down.

If she turns off the memory screen, how can she confirm the truth of what happened back then?

"Jiang Zhige, you'd better not let me down!"

Jiang Zhige followed Nangong Rou all the way to the sect's martial arts arena and sat down in a random seat in the spectator seats.

As soon as the two showed up, they attracted a lot of attention, including true disciples who were about to compete to determine their rankings.

They were not looking at Jiang Zhige, but Nangong Rou.

There was no way around it. Nangong Rou was not only extremely talented, but also extremely beautiful. At the age of fourteen, she had already been dubbed the future most beautiful woman in Tianyun Pavilion.

"Look, Nangong Rou is here. Is she here to watch the competition among the true disciples as well?"

"That should be the case. She will be able to become a true disciple within three years. Experiencing the battles of true disciples will be of great help to her cultivation."

"Fuck, can you guys stop being so prudish? Is that the point?"

"Yes, Junior Sister Nangong is simply a fairy. As long as I can hold her little hand, what's the harm in living ten years less?"

"You still want to hold Junior Sister Nangong's hand? Are you worthy? If anyone wants to touch it, I'll be the one to do it!"

Nangong Rou’s halo was so dazzling that they didn’t even mention her brother Jiang Zhige.

Nangong Rou pretended not to hear the discussion behind her and snorted, "Brother, did you hear me? I'm here to watch the competition and improve my practical experience."

Jiang Zhige couldn't help but laugh. If Nangong Rou came here to experience the competition among true disciples, she wouldn't have come over to call him.

On the high platform, the gray-robed elder frowned slightly and shouted, "Silence, silence!"

Although he also thought Nangong Rou was cute, it was now the time for the sect's small competition and he had to step forward to maintain order.

After hearing the elder's words, the discussion in the spectator seats quickly died down.

"Let's start drawing lots now. The disciples who draw adjacent numbers will compete against each other, and so on, until the top three are decided."

There are only fourteen true disciples in total, so the rules of the competition are very simple. After the winner of the first round of drawing lots, he will compete with the winner. Although one of them has a bye, he must defeat a defeated disciple in order to advance to the finals and compete for the top three.

After drawing the lots, the fourteen true disciples went on stage to compete according to the numbers they drew.

The sect competition not only concerns the ranking of the true disciples, but also determines the places for the three major competitions in the near future, so they all play very seriously.

For a moment, the arena was filled with flashing lights, the gleaming of swords and the shadows of sabers, attracting the attention of all the disciples watching the fight.

Jiang Zhige observed every battle, and when he saw the powerful spiritual power, he couldn't help but feel fascinated.

The Lingwu realm refers to the ability to absorb spiritual power, control spirits to fight enemies, and kill people from thousands of miles away.

Only when you reach this realm can you truly enter the gate of immortality.

However, Jiang Zhige's talent is too mediocre, and he will have to be at least in his twenties before he can enter the Spiritual Martial Realm.

After half a day, the sect competition finally came to the final battle.

The remaining four people will duel in pairs to determine the top three true disciples.

Jiang Zhige's expression became more serious. The remaining four were the strongest, so the battle would naturally be the most exciting.

If he could absorb a little bit during the battle, it would definitely be of great benefit to him.

Seeing Jiang Zhige's serious face, Nangong Rou held her forehead and sighed, looking depressed.

She specifically called Jiang Zhige over, not really to watch the competition.

Nangong Rou thought for a moment, then suddenly pointed to a true disciple in Taichung and said excitedly, "Brother, look, he's so handsome!"

Jiang Zhige was stunned for a moment, and looked carefully at the young man that Nangong Rou was talking about.

This person's name is Lu Tianjiao, he is seventeen years old, and has reached the late stage of Lingwu cultivation. Judging from his performance, he should be ranked third among the true disciples.

Although he is not the strongest among the true disciples, he is definitely the most handsome, with a handsome appearance and a heroic look in white clothes.

"Yeah, it's really good."

Jiang Zhige didn't think much about it and nodded in approval.

"He's so handsome and so strong, he's just perfect!"

Nangong Rou clenched her little hands and stared at Lu Tianjiao with a crazy look on her face.

Jiang Zhige touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Perfection is not necessarily the case, Rou'er, people can't just look at the surface."

He felt in his heart that Nangong Rou was, after all, still a young girl who had just begun to fall in love. Compared to a powerful man with profound cultivation, she preferred a handsome and childish boy.

"No way, Fairy Nangong already likes someone else, the Demon Emperor is not angry, why is he still rationally analyzing for Fairy Nangong?"

"That's right. Although the current Demon Emperor's cultivation is a little bit inferior, his appearance is definitely not worse than that of Lu Tianjiao."

Having seen Yu Cheng's memory, everyone in the hall felt deeply empathetic towards Jiang Zhige's situation. When they saw Nangong Rou praising other people, they immediately felt aggrieved for Jiang Zhige.

The main reason is that everyone subconsciously believes that Jiang Zhige and Nangong Rou should have more than just a brother-sister relationship.

Qu Yun was secretly puzzled and glanced at Nangong Rou beside him.

With Nangong Rou's personality, even if she was young and ignorant, she shouldn't have fallen in love with Lu Tianjiao, whom she had only met a few times.

He wanted to ask, but when Qu Yun turned around, he found that Nangong Rou's expression was as cold as ice, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

Qu Yun quickly fell silent and turned back to look at the picture in the light and shadow.

He didn't quite understand why Nangong Rou was angry.

On the arena, the battle was decided.

Lu Tianjiao defeated his opponent and successfully won the third place in the true transmission.

He did not continue to challenge because the first two were both in their early twenties and had already reached the Dao Seed Realm.

Just as Lu Tianjiao was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly noticed the gaze of Xi Nangong Rou who was watching the fight.

Lu Tianjiao was immediately excited and waved to Nangong Rou.

Although he couldn't hear the conversation between the brother and sister, he could tell from their eyes that Nangong Rou was praising him.

Nangong Rou, who originally had a crazy look on her face, turned cold when she saw Lu Tianjiao waving in response.

Jiang Zhige couldn't help but wonder, and asked, "Rou'er, what's wrong?"

Nangong Rou ignored him and suddenly stood up and left the spectator seats.

Jiang Zhige was even more confused. He stood up and followed Nangong Rou to leave. He couldn't help but say, "Rou'er, since you like someone, it's too rude of you to ignore them."