"I can't compare to my junior sister," Yan Qing said with a wry smile. "When I was her age, I hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet."
An Zhengzheng said, "It was all by chance."
It was all thanks to that mutated tiger.
This reminded Yanqing of what happened that day, and he asked in confusion, "When you participate in the martial arts competition, will you bring a mutated tiger?"
If he brings it, then An Zhengzheng will basically be invincible in the Foundation Establishment stage.
It's even possible to reach the Golden Core stage.
An Zhengzheng quickly shook her head and said, "I didn't bring it."
"Why?" This would be such a great help!
"If I bring it, how will you test my abilities?"
An Zhengzheng had once considered Zhou Xu as an opponent, so she naturally knew that relying too much on external things could easily lead to mistaking the abilities of those external things for one's own strength.
“I cultivate the path of ruthlessness, severing all emotions and desires. I spend most of my time consolidating what I have learned, so I will no longer waste time on taming beasts.”
Beast taming is also one of the courses taught in the Path of Ruthlessness, but it is the most superficial course, because once you have a bond with the beast you have formed a pact with, it will not be of any benefit to your cultivation.
"..." Yanqing was startled.
He truly is a cold-hearted and heartless person.
We arrived at the stands quickly.
The stands were very spacious, about half the size of the playground, and there were ten of them. Each stand was surrounded by disciples watching the game.
The disciples who had come to greet them were seated; they were there to assess the progress of the disciples from various sects.
Contestants like An Zhengzheng are naturally free to move around.
As she was about to say goodbye to Yanqing, Yanqing suddenly called out to her.
His face was full of struggle, but he finally spoke up: "Fellow Daoist, the withered bamboo on your face is quite distinctive, making you seem even more aloof than before."
An Zhengzheng was completely bewildered; why were they suddenly talking about her appearance?
But since she was on someone else's property, she still had to observe proper social etiquette, so she smiled politely.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
Yanqing watched her retreating figure and finally sighed.
Although An Zhengzheng was puzzled, she didn't think too much about it and subconsciously went to find the location of the Siyue Sect's Fu Zong.
This time, Song Juan and Su Ying failed to pass the selection of the magic competition, so it was very difficult for An Zhengzheng to find them.
I hadn't walked more than a few steps when I heard people secretly pointing and whispering about me.
Is it her?
"That's her! She even covered up the scars on her face with a painting of withered bamboo."
"Sigh, I thought she would be ugly after being disfigured, but she isn't!"
"As the magazine said, there is no such thing as ugly, only whether it suits you or not."
"But it's still slightly inferior to the one in the memory stone."
"They already have scratches on their faces, you can't expect too much from them..."
An Zhengzheng finally understood why Yan Qing had suddenly mentioned her appearance.
He had anticipated that people would talk about his tattooed face.
It seems that disciples from various sects are very curious and want to come and take a look.
An Zhengzheng didn't take it seriously. He stopped the person and asked about the Siyue Sect's Fu Zong. He then told the senior brother in charge about An Yirou's sudden enlightenment.
"Oh, no wonder!" No wonder she didn't come to sign in after waiting for so long.
He lowered his head, made a note on An Yirou's sign-in list, and then went to report to his master.
An Zhengzheng then went to watch the competition between the various sects.
Right now, the disciples in the Qi Refining stage are having a magical duel, so there's nothing interesting to watch. An Zhengzheng just strolled around casually, looking left and right.
That shows I've figured something out.
Some people may not have a solid foundation in basic skills, but they excel in cultivation and possess powerful magical artifacts, suggesting they may come from a prestigious family.
Some people may not have high cultivation levels or many skills, but they have excellent basic skills.
And those who have the resources and work hard are even more outstanding, which made An Zhengzheng nod in approval.
She overheard a Foundation Establishment stage disciple passing by say, "There are so many more female cultivators at this year's magical combat tournament."
An Zhengzheng smiled slightly.
Now that they have the support of elixirs and can afford basic talismans, medicinal powders, and magical artifacts, some female cultivators have really become more motivated.
Although the number of male cultivators cannot compare to that of female cultivators, it is at least half again as many as before.
Ignoring the opinions of others, An Zhengzheng walked along, stopping frequently. As she passed one of the stands, she overheard the audience talking.
"Isn't she from the Joyful Union Sect? Can members of the Joyful Union Sect participate in the Martial Arts Tournament?"
An Zhengzheng stopped and looked towards the stands.
Generally speaking, girls from the Hehuan Sect avoid such competitions because they focus on learning how to make their skin whiter and smoother, and their figures firm and perfect.
If they were to participate in a competition, would they be expected to go up and beg the other side to admit defeat?
When people heard that there was a competition for Hehuan Sect girls, a large number of people came to the event.
An Zhengzheng looked through the crack.
On the stands, a girl dressed in white stood tall with a stubborn expression, holding a long sword.
She had no makeup on, only white lips and red teeth, and wore only a black wooden hairpin.
"Why does this feel a little familiar..." An Zhengzheng felt increasingly uneasy as she looked at it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
It was a girl in the audience who reminded An Zhengzheng. She said to her companions, "Isn't this exactly like An Zhengzheng!"
Inside the photo-taking stone, An Zhengzheng cleanly and efficiently demonstrated her swordsmanship.
The girl on the stage in front of them was a perfect replica of An Zhengzheng's clothes, hairstyle, and even expressions and movements.
An Zhengzheng: "..." That's not how you use a recording stone!
As the competition began, the girl walked forward with her sword.
Opposite her was a female disciple of the Talisman Sect, dressed in purple. She threw a fire-starting talisman at the girl from the Joyful Union Sect, trying to scare her away.
But the girl in white was not afraid at all; she had already mastered An Zhengzheng's swordsmanship to perfection.
The sword energy alone was enough to extinguish the oncoming fire.
This surprised An Zhengzheng quite a bit!
This part is in the magazine, but it requires a solid foundation; you need to practice your sword at least three thousand times a day to achieve that level of skill.
Many people skip this step and continue learning, so they learn the style but not the strength.
But this girl genuinely and diligently continued learning.
The woman in purple looked on incredulously. When this technique first came out, almost every girl had tried to imitate it, but…
She frowned and asked, "I've practiced this move too, so why can't I do it like you?"
This question truly reflects the sentiments of those below.
The woman in white gave a soft hum before saying, "The magazine says you have to wield your sword three thousand times every day. Have you done that?"
Of all the people around her, she was the only one who persisted in doing it.
Therefore, she didn't quite believe that the girl in purple in front of her could do it.
Sure enough, the woman in purple immediately lost face: "I...who can keep doing this every day!"
Everyone was imitating the image of a resolute and efficient person, but who would have thought that someone would actually do it in a down-to-earth manner?
The woman in white chuckled, pointed her sword directly at the sun, and said with a smile, "Me!"
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