Turning point
As Venerable Yichen remained unconscious, a heavy atmosphere of impending doom permeated the sect. Even Elder Mingqi, usually carefree and shrewd, showed an unusual and undisguised anxiety.
Within the sect, the "undercover" suspicion that had been gradually subsiding was once again pushed to the forefront of the storm as sects such as the Exploration Sect and the Wandering Gap Sect successively uncovered internal traitors.
Some people even deliberately linked the two events together, and the rumors quickly spread.
Fortunately, the Jingyin sect has a solid foundation and the disciples' hearts are not scattered, but they are all worried about the Venerable One's safety.
Venerable Yongyun stood guard by the bedside, gazing at the thin, pale figure on the bed, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "My senior brother's old injury to his spiritual platform hasn't healed, and now..."
Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly tense, the Ninghua Sect Master decided to void the agreement to keep the secret for several days.
She turned to Xiao Buyu and Liu Ruyi, who were standing to the side, and nodded slightly.
Seeing this, Mingqi used a folding fan to block Xiao and Liu.
He said calmly, "Wait a moment. Sect Master, have you forgotten the promise you made during your secret conversation with Yichen that day? The physician has examined him repeatedly and found no external injuries. He is being nourished with medicinal pills every day, and he may wake up in a couple of days. If we tell Yunwang now, wouldn't that be..."
Ning Hua kept his eyes straight ahead and said, "That child is very meticulous. Yi Chen collapsed right in front of her. She can keep it a secret for a while, but not forever. If she wakes up and wants to blame someone, she can only blame herself. Besides, it's better for Yun Wang to know the truth and understand the reason than for her to make unfounded guesses and increase her anxiety."
Once the order was given, Liu Ruyi specifically asked Bai Xiyan, who had a better relationship with Yun Wang, to reveal the whole story to her.
"So, Master has been experiencing fainting symptoms ever since he returned from his old friend's place? He even fainted at the mountain gate once?" As Senior Sister Bai recounted the story, her fingertips dug deeper and deeper into her palm, until, by the time she finished speaking, there were bloodstains on her palm.
“Yes,” Bai Xiyan said in a heavy tone, “but in the previous times, the Venerable One would wake up at most the next day. This time… I don’t know why he has not woken up yet.”
Having finally grasped a clue, she hurriedly asked, "Who is Master's old friend?"
"The Venerable One's whereabouts are extremely secretive, and no one knows him."
In the pitch-black room, Lin Yun lay blankly on the bed, the conversation he had with Senior Sister Bai earlier that day echoing in his ears.
“Junior Sister Yunwang, you don’t need to worry too much. When the Immortal Sect Competition comes, the Sect Master of Shizhi Sect will be there in person. As long as he is willing to help, the Venerable’s predicament will surely be resolved.”
She didn't know why Senior Sister Bai had such unwavering faith in that sect leader, but at the moment, all the world's renowned doctors were helpless, and there was no other way.
There is no other way but to wait.
Fortunately, the wait wasn't long.
Tomorrow, the list of participants for the Immortal Sect Grand Competition will be made public, and three days later, the competition will officially begin.
In the past, the Immortal Sect Grand Competition was always conducted by the various sects, who selected their elites and determined the order of the competition through martial arts. This year was originally going to be the same, until the transcendent Immortal Venerable Qiming made an exception and intervened.
Therefore, he set the rules again, and even the Jingyin Sect, which was originally the organizer of this grand event, became a co-organizer.
Lin Yunwang still remembered that her senior brother Sang Zhao had vividly recounted the various interesting stories of previous competitions. She wondered what kind of turmoil this year's changes would cause.
Thinking of Sang Zhao, her heart sank.
Senior Brother is far away at the Exploration Sect. He may have known before that Master was occasionally unwell and had fainted before, but he would not have expected it to be so serious that he had been in a coma for several days and medicine was ineffective.
What would happen if he found out?
In that unfamiliar Exploration Gate, was everything going smoothly for him? Did he also encounter intractable difficulties, with no one to confide in?
A myriad of thoughts rushed in, but in the end, they all settled into a single idea.
Fortunately, the Immortal Sect Competition is just around the corner, and I will surely be able to meet him then.
Lin Yun woke up before dawn.
She did not light a lamp, but rose in silence, put on her robe, grasped her sword, and went out.
Today, instead of going to the martial arts arena where the disciples of Jingyin usually go, I found an empty and deserted spot.
Lin Yun stood quietly with her eyes closed, dressed in a light purple disciple's robe. The early morning breeze caressed everything about her, her hair and the hem of her robe fluttering in the wind, echoing the few scattered stars in the sky.
She held the sword without moving it, simply savoring the feel of the sword and the surrounding environment.
Suddenly, the sword flew out of his hand.
In stark contrast to the somber mood of the previous two days, today's sword strike was sharp and fluid. This was because there was hope in my heart, and all those chaotic and disturbing thoughts were discarded, with my mind and spirit focused entirely on this sword strike and this move.
Though the world is vast, at this moment and in this place, there is only her and the sword in her hand.
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The sound of the blade cutting through the air was exceptionally clear and pure in the stillness of the pre-dawn hour.
For the first time, Lin Yunwang found the voice to be so pleasant and melodious.
She had previously regarded the sword merely as a weapon, a tool for protecting herself and others, cold and direct. Only now did she realize that the sword was not as shallow as she had thought.
She is a sword cultivator.
The sword in her hand is the most solid and reliable support for her to stand in this vast world.
Lin Yun slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the breeze had completely dissipated, but he still held the sword firmly in his hand.
Not far away, the sun was rising from the layers of clouds.
She sheathed her sword, gripped the scabbard tightly in one hand, crossed her arms in front of her chest to form a neat cross, and stood tall, gazing at the rising sun.
Just then, a scroll appeared in front of her.
The girl intently examined the scroll that had suddenly appeared, sensing that it was brimming with powerful spiritual energy, making it no ordinary object. She couldn't help but wonder: Could such abundant spiritual energy be related to the Immortal Sect Competition?
As if sensing her thoughts, the scroll automatically unfurled, revealing a line of powerful, radiant characters: Lin Yunwang of the Jingyin Sect has been selected for the Immortal Sect Competition.
After her initial surprise subsided, she noticed a line of tiny characters next to the bold, imposing characters, which were almost invisible if not carefully examined.
"The list of participants for this Immortal Sect Competition was determined by drawing lots, and the final interpretation right belongs to Immortal Venerable Qiming."
A silent silence spread through her heart.
Judging from the imposing presence and the style of this scroll, it is self-evident who orchestrated this arrangement.
Even though Lin Yunwang had never seen the true face of the Immortal Venerable, through her senior brother Sang Zhao's incessant descriptions, she had already sketched out in her mind the image of a glorious, majestic, and unfathomable peerless master.
The somewhat arrogant and even childish "lottery" method before her made her feel a sense of incongruity with that glorious image for the first time.
A question arose in her mind: Is this really the work of the Enlightened Immortal Venerable that her senior brother spoke of?
Qiming, thousands of miles away, sneezed, but he didn't pay any attention to it and continued to look through the roster in his hand.
"This year we changed the format, and the people selected are quite good."
But he never imagined that the person he most wanted to see, Lin Yun, was dead.
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