After I left the sect, the entire sect knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Because it is woven from the cultivator's spiritual power and has no physical form, cultivators with a good mental state can quickly react and break the illusion.

Gu Zhuneng was trapped for so long without realizing it, which clearly indicates that he was in a bad state of mind.

He only came to his senses after falling off the field. Seeing the strange looks from the crowd, he realized his lapse in composure and hurriedly questioned, "Witch! What evil magic did you use on me?"

Lin Yan gave him a disdainful look, ignored him, and looked at the others, "Is there anyone else who wants to spar?"

No matter how angry Gu Zhu was, it was no use. He had lost, and with the mocking voices around him, he couldn't save face. He could only leave in a sorry state, supported by his junior sister.

She thought the fight would serve as a warning to others, but instead it fueled the competitive spirit of some people, with many expressing a desire to challenge her.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged, and calmly said, "Alright, you can decide the order yourselves!"

They rarely communicated, but at this moment they were very in sync and quickly arranged the order.

The man who challenged her was a direct disciple of the Sword Sect. He was also part of the rumors that he had been defeated by a rogue cultivator and had even fallen in love with the one who defeated him!

He came up here to spar with them to prove that he wouldn't be defeated by a rogue cultivator.

Mo Xian knew his opponent had the ability to cast illusion arrays, but in a sect competition, he couldn't drag someone into an illusion array within the array plate. With a little caution, he certainly wouldn't fall for an ordinary illusion array.

Without the illusion array, this rogue cultivator is utterly vulnerable. He was very confident he could win.

The man's face was full of arrogance, with three parts mockery, three parts nonchalance, and four parts determination to win!

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he couldn't wait to make a harsh statement: "I'm not him. Your low-level tactics won't work on me. Apologize to me now, and I might not make you lose so badly!"

Lin Yan glanced at him like he was trash, a question popping into her head: Is this person out of their mind?

It was bad enough that his face was contorted, but his brain wasn't working properly either. He's hopeless. Even if he's cured, he'll still drool!

"Enough with the nonsense! Just get on with it, what are you dawdling for? Are you trying to stall so others will think you can last longer?"

"You! You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" Mo Xian roared, and a red-bladed spirit sword appeared in his hand. With a swing, the sword transformed into a fire dragon and attacked!
The fire dragon was menacing, but she remained calm and unfazed. Her Cold Wind Sword transformed into a water dragon and surged forward with her movements.

The five elements are inherently mutually restraining; fire restrains water, and water also restrains fire! It all depends on how the cultivator controls them.

The two forces collided, producing a resounding boom. After the two sword strikes subsided, Lin Yan was nowhere to be seen.

She had already appeared behind Mo Xian and swung her sword. Her movements were too fast; he couldn't react in time and was slashed on the arm, blood instantly flowing out.

If he hadn't been wearing defensive magic items, he would have suffered far more than just a scratch!

He was shocked by the speed of the person in front of him and realized that there was a gap between them. But admitting defeat was out of the question, and besides, he wasn't without a chance of winning.

Lin Yan gave him no chance to catch his breath, wielding her sword and continuing to unleash a fierce sword technique. Her opponent could only struggle to keep up, and even suffered several small cuts as a result.

He couldn't hold on for long and was kicked off the stage!
He staggered and fell, landing face down, utterly humiliated. The harsh words he had just heard felt like an invisible slap across his face, leaving him with a burning pain!

Lin Yan ignored the displeasure on his face and said lightly, "Sorry, I made you lose very badly."

Mo Xian had just gotten up when he heard this remark, and he felt even more ashamed. Before he could even get up, he heard someone on the competition stage say something utterly mocking.

"You can keep the toast and the penalty drink for yourself when you get home."

His face was burning with pain, and he was helped away by his underlings, too ashamed to utter another harsh word. She glanced at the people who had eagerly signed up for the sparring match and said in a calm tone, "Next one. We've already ranked everyone, so hurry up and stop dawdling. Everyone's busy, don't waste everyone's time!"

The disciples who had been watching had recovered from their shock and began to discuss among themselves.

"Can she still fight? Two matches have passed, and she hasn't recovered her spiritual energy or stamina, yet she's still so arrogant!"

"Tsk, I think she's just faking it! After defeating two outstanding young talents in a row, isn't it natural for her to act arrogant?"

"Hey, stop whispering, someone's going up on stage, the competition's about to start again."

……

Everyone starts out incredibly confident, but how pathetic they become when they're knocked off the stage! After winning five consecutive games, she stretched her limbs, looking rather bored and pouting!
Seeing that those who had initially been very "enthusiastic" were now looking dejected, she said to everyone, "I also want to clarify the rumors about me; the rumors are untrue. Those who are clearly mentally challenged, please don't pair them up with me. This isn't a dumping ground for everything."

These words made many people's faces turn extremely ugly, but no one dared to say anything more.

She said the best way to silence public opinion is to resolve it by force.

As Lin Yan stepped down from the competition platform, that particularly cute girl came up to her.

The other person blinked their big eyes and asked innocently, "Can I schedule a time to spar with you?"

"Um..." She didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Not now, can we schedule a time after the Immortal Sect Competition? I really want to spar with you!" Nian Jiao's eyes were full of anticipation.

Seeing that there were no other thoughts in the man's eyes, Lin Yan nodded as if possessed.

"That's great~"

Receiving a satisfactory reply, Nianjiao cheered with joy. She took out her jade disc, tapped the special icon, and handed it to her with both hands: "Add a jade disc, please."

"Row."

With the jade disc in hand, Nianjiao skipped away contentedly.

Not long after they left, a disciple of the Sword Sect rushed over in a panic: "Oh dear, young lady, you scared me to death! I thought you were lost."

"Why did I get lost?" Nianjiao asked, puzzled.

"Um...that's not important. The elder is worried about you, let's go back quickly."

"Oh..." Nianjiao left with little interest, but didn't forget to look back at the direction of the square.

I wonder if I can hang out with my new friend tomorrow. I finally found someone I wanted to befriend at first sight. Should I tell Grandpa when I get back?

Seeing that no one dared to challenge her, Lin Yan flew away on her sword. Returning to the Miaofa Sect's temporary residence at the Xuantian Sect, she saw her master dismantling a flying bird, and she couldn't help but curiously go over to watch.

The master's dismantling technique was skillful, and he quickly removed the outer shell. The bird had many internal mechanisms, and he couldn't understand any of the mysterious runes drawn on the frame.

She didn't understand it, but she still wanted to watch, and before she knew it, she was engrossed in it.

"Is my disciple interested in mechanical arts?" (End of Chapter)