Baili Xijiang was eager to try, and he was very excited to fight alongside his partners.
He patted his chest and solemnly promised that with him there, he would protect his master even if it meant openly transforming into his original form.
Seeing the amusement in their expressions, Song Tingwan chuckled in agreement, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. You just need to focus on winning."
She's at a disadvantage in a fight, but protecting herself is easy.
She suggested finding a swordsman to give her an advantage in the competition, but this was the first time her younger sister had done this to her, openly stating that she wanted to be willful this time.
Then let's go.
With her around, they would undoubtedly be number one.
Not long after, Qin Xi returned with the news and, upon hearing it, was shocked and subconsciously remembered his father's instructions.
She didn't know why her friends weren't participating in the competition, but she avoided it because she didn't want to listen to her father.
"...What if we actually win?"
Qin Xi sat down and gulped down his tea, his round eyes looking thoughtful.
Song Tingwan poured tea for everyone, and after her younger sister recalled for a moment, she replied:
"The first place team receives the same prize as the first place team and is qualified to enter the forbidden Sword Tomb. Only the team captain can enter the second to fifth place teams."
Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow. "Why are there more spots available this year?"
If she can conquer the first nine-story tower, who knows how many floors she can climb with her current cultivation level.
It would be best if we could get the Heavenly Bamboo.
If that's not possible, I'll have to ask A Yao to smash the spirit stones and entrust someone else to do it.
Song Siyao noticed a slight change in her gaze, glanced at her again, and replied in a low voice, "It is said that in the past, only the strength of the disciples was considered, but the unity of the disciples of a sect was not taken into account."
Therefore, the competition format has changed, and so have the number of slots.
The two sisters seemed lost in thought, but Qin Xi, who was listening nearby, suddenly changed her expression.
The team that comes in first place will qualify to enter the nine-story tower.
But she didn't want to go.
Qin Xi had a bitter face, but her teammates all seemed very enthusiastic. Baili Xijiang was already discussing with Wan Qiji what kind of pills they needed to bring.
They all wanted to be number one.
…
Never mind, just do your best.
If you really get first place, you can just give it up.
Qin Xi pursed her lips, thinking with a sense of resignation.
.
The match against Yue Cangfeng was the most difficult one Song Siyao had faced all the way, and it was a danger that even her daily sparring on the competition stage could not match.
One magical weapon after another, each carrying murderous intent, dazzled the eye and made one admire Song Siyao's ability to dodge at the limit.
The audience held their breath several times, but before they could react, the hidden weapon was already launched, and Song Siyao dodged it with a cold expression.
Song Tingwan's gaze was deep and she looked at A Yao's opponent with particular displeasure.
The sect competition will stop short of a decisive victory.
But when he used them, they were all magical weapons, each one swift and aimed directly at the vital points of the opponent.
Qian Yun's spirited smile faded. "This person is incredibly ruthless."
After saying that, she looked at the high platform. The elders all had serious expressions, making it impossible to tell what they were thinking, but they were clearly not as relaxed as before.
"He has acted the same way in previous years. Several warnings were useless. When he encountered a disciple with a lower cultivation level than him, he would casually use a few striking spiritual weapons to knock him off the stage. But when he encountered a disciple of the same level, he was ruthless and merciless."
After a pause, Yun Qian continued, "But Nascent Soul disciples have the cultivation to withstand danger, and they also have many treasures on their bodies. When they encounter danger, they instinctively take them out to block it. Every time they are injured and go down to complain, this person says that no one was seriously injured."
It was indeed in accordance with the rules, but today, Song Siyao was more ruthless than in previous years, and there was a clear sense of malice in him.
"I'll go and stop them." Qianyun looked at her junior sister, who was being passively cut, and couldn't help but want to stop her.
Yun Qian reached out and stopped the person, his gaze fixed on his junior sister's moves, lost in thought.
"Let's take another look."
"What are you looking at! Junior Sister will be seriously injured if she gets hit even once!"
“…Senior sister, believe in Ayao.” Song Tingwan, like Yun Qian, stared intently at the stage.
His voice was warm yet firm.
Both of her closest junior sisters said the same thing. Qianyun gritted her teeth, frowned, and stared intently at the stage.
Three breaths later, the opponent ran out of arrows. In the gap of switching spiritual weapons, Song Siyao flashed behind the person and slashed mercilessly.
Without using her sword, the person who quickly drew their magical weapon fell to the ground instantly under the immense force of her hand.
"Huh! Dead?!"
"Are you stupid? I just knocked her out."
"Good, good, serves him right! This guy didn't care about the bond between fellow disciples at all. Well done, Junior Sister."
Others might exert all their strength in a contest, but they would still hold back and not kill, while this person's every move was deadly.
This person is the first to be knocked unconscious on the competition stage.
People like that will be looked down upon by their fellow disciples in the future.
Song Siyao silently withdrew her hand, a cold smile playing on her lips.
If he's acting crazy, then don't blame her for being uncivilized.
She stepped off the stage gracefully, smiled and nodded at the crowd who came to greet her, then handed her bleeding arm to Song Tingwan, saying, "Sister."
His tone was stiff, yet somehow it sounded somewhat expectant.
Song Tingwan chuckled, took out a healing pill, and applied it to her wound. She was completely healed in an instant.
"My Ayao is amazing."
Song Siyao's expression remained unchanged, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
"Our little sister is amazing!"
"That's right!"
Not to be outdone, Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi hesitated for a moment, and after Yun Qian and the other person also praised them a couple of times while suppressing their laughter, Wan Qiji finally managed to squeeze out a "very strong".
He spoke last, and Baili Xijiang, who was quick to talk, had already started explaining team battle tactics to them.
Upon hearing this, the group of people, whose topic had long since passed, held back for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Song Siyao suppressed a laugh and replied with a thank you.
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