The disciples participating in the sword cultivation competition entered the teleportation array in an orderly manner.
Although Wei Qinghe had stayed in the Nanfeng Sect for five years, he had not actually slacked off in his cultivation; he just hadn't had the opportunity to use his sword.
She had been studying formations for a while, and it was immediately clear that Lei Wenxuan's teleportation array was more advanced than it had been five years ago.
"Second Senior Brother's teleportation array has improved very quickly."
"I imagine Junior Sister hasn't slacked off on formations these past five years. Let's find some time to spar a bit when we have some free time." Lei Wenxuan loved studying formations with Wei Qinghe.
Qiao Luoning immediately objected, as she also enjoyed sparring with her junior sister, gaining new insights from the experience.
"Junior Sister has only been back for a short time, and she has to go to participate in the Sword Cultivation Competition. She should be allowed to rest for a couple of days. When Junior Sister is free, she should spar with me first."
The reason why Wei Qinghe was liked by her senior brothers and sisters was not because she was a weak and helpless little white flower.
It's not because she can share common topics with her senior classmates, but because they can learn, grow, and achieve together.
"Junior Sister, let's try activating the formation together." Lei Wenxuan didn't directly compete with Qiao Luoning for the person; he just smiled at Wei Qinghe.
Wei Qinghe immediately understood and gathered her spiritual power. She and Lei Wenxuan each quickly injected their spiritual power into one side of the teleportation array.
The formation was immediately activated by the spiritual energy it received, and the surrounding objects gradually became blurred, with only the whistling wind remaining in one's ears.
After an unknown amount of time, the formation stopped functioning, and the group felt their feet were on solid ground again.
As the teleportation array dimmed, the scenery before them completely changed; they had arrived outside the City of Chasing the Sun.
One after another, many cultivators lined up to enter the city, and disciples of the Spirit Sect also joined the queue.
"Wei Qinghe, you really came." Just then, a cold and stern female voice rang out.
Wei Qinghe raised an eyebrow in displeasure; what was bound to happen had finally happened.
She gazed intently and saw Liuli Zhenjun and Dai Xingyu approaching side by side, followed by several disciples of Qingjian Sect. The group was quite large, indicating that Qingjian Sect had used up all its quotas.
Dai Xingyu's injuries had healed, and he saw the smiling girl from afar.
The girl's smile truly made everything around her lose its color.
Just like when we first met.
The bitterness and discomfort I felt earlier resurfaced the moment I saw Wei Qinghe.
The girl's voice, as melodious as water and a song, was very pleasant to hear: "If you can all come, then of course I can come too."
Liuli Zhenjun smiled disdainfully and deliberately took Dai Xingyu's arm, acting very intimately as if Dai Xingyu belonged only to her.
His gaze swept over Wei Qinghe with unbridled ferocity, the mockery in his eyes almost overflowing.
Wei Qinghe had absolutely no reaction to her actions, as if she had punched a piece of cotton.
Liuli Zhenjun was even more furious. She snorted coldly and said arrogantly:
"Don't think that just because you gained an advantage in the Southern Maple Sect, you're a capable person who can move freely throughout the entire continent."
"How can a rogue cultivator from a small family like yours compare to the elites of major sects like us? I'm afraid your match would end the moment you stepped onto the arena."
Wei Qinghe's clear eyes swept over the Qingjian Sect members indifferently, and then she said casually, "We'll know once we get onto the arena. We'll also let everyone see how powerful the sword cultivators from the major sects are."
He then turned and followed the Lingzong disciples into the city.
The Lingzong disciples were very dissatisfied, but they knew how powerful their junior sister was, so they said nothing, waiting for her to give the Qingjianzong group a good slap in the face.
Although the disciples of the Azure Sword Sect saw the disciples of the Spirit Sect, they only assumed that Wei Qinghe had been lucky enough to get close to the Spirit Sect disciples because she was queuing to enter the city. They didn't even consider that Wei Qinghe was the junior sister of the Spirit Sect.
Liuli Zhenjun stomped his foot angrily, "Wei Qinghe, just you wait. I will make you lose miserably in the arena and make you kneel at my feet and beg for mercy."
Dai Xingyu remained silent as he watched Wei Qinghe leave, his heart aching even more intensely, as if he had lost something important.
The competition was a lively affair, with the swordsmen on the stage putting on a spectacular show.
The opponents were decided by drawing lots. The disciples of the Spirit Sect and the Azure Sword Sect entered one after the other, and by sheer coincidence, Wei Qinghe was chosen to fight against the Glazed True Monarch.
Apart from a few direct disciples of the Lingzong and Jiutianjianzong sects, very few people knew the name Wei Qinghe. Everyone thought she was just a minor rogue cultivator.
Against a True Lord, it goes without saying that the True Lord would win.
Liuli Zhenjun had come over in a huff, but upon learning that his opponent was Wei Qinghe, he immediately became happy again.
During the arena battles, the sword cultivators all displayed their strongest abilities, making each fight exciting. Not only could they accumulate experience, but the audience also gained a lot.
Soon it was the two people's turn. Liuli Zhenjun directly summoned her fourth-tier spirit sword. As the spirit sword flew out, she stretched out her long arm and followed closely behind, flying onto the arena.
Then he looked at Wei Qinghe triumphantly, his face full of impatience, and there was a clear killing intent in his eyes.
Wei Qinghe remained calm and aloof as she stepped into the air, landing opposite Liuli Zhenjun in a single bound.
A flash of cold light appeared instantly, and the jade-like longsword appeared in Wei Qinghe's hand.
A clear killing intent flashed in Liuli Zhenjun's eyes. She snorted coldly and said, "Wei Qinghe, this will show you, a mere rogue cultivator, the power of a Zhenjun from the Qingjian Sect!"
Having said that, True Monarch Liuli stabbed towards Wei Qinghe like lightning.
Her swordsmanship was indeed excellent; each strike carried ninety percent of her power, demonstrating that she showed no mercy to Wei Qinghe.
However, this kind of fighting style consumes physical and spiritual energy rapidly. It may be able to end the battle quickly, but it will definitely lead to defeat in a protracted war.
"We'll see!" Wei Qinghe showed no weakness and quickly swung her longsword to block the incoming attack.
Her swordsmanship was as agile as water and as fast as lightning. Every strike was perfectly timed, sometimes like a raging storm, sometimes like a gentle drizzle.
The intense sword energy, wrapped in silver light, left afterimages in the void, making Liuli Zhenjun feel as if she couldn't see where her sword was, and she was completely unable to defend herself.
The blinding silver light rose and fell, each time leaving some damage on her body. In such a short time, she already had many bloody wounds on her body. Although they were not fatal, they were extremely humiliating.
Upon seeing this, the cultivators below the stage immediately dared not underestimate the rogue cultivator girl anymore. "Just who is this girl? She actually defeated the Azure Sword Sect's Glazed True Monarch without any chance to fight back."
"A rogue cultivator easily defeated a True Lord. Interesting, very interesting indeed."
The original determination and killing intent of the Glazed True Monarch had been replaced by panic at some point. Hearing the discussions of the cultivators below the stage, she was filled with grief and indignation.
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