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

She felt quite helpless.

I clearly said that getting close to me would bring unhappiness, why doesn't this person learn their lesson?
Glancing at the gazes directed at her, she sat down with a bare face, and those around her felt a chill inexplicably.

Lin Yan didn't show how close she was to Wen Ya. After sitting down, she focused her attention on the competition stage.

Wenya, however, tried to start a conversation, asking her with great interest, "Who do you think will win?"

"I don't know," she replied expressionlessly.

She had a bye in this match, and one of the winners today was her opponent. She wouldn't have come to watch if she hadn't wanted to understand their strength and fighting style beforehand.

I don't care who wins or loses; if I want to win, I have to be prepared to face any opponent.

Looking at the confident and composed female cultivator sitting beside her, Wenya couldn't help but admire her even more. This was her goal, her proudest goal!
"Are you confident about the next round?" she asked cautiously. "I... I bet you'll win."

Lin Yan hummed in agreement and didn't want to say anything more.

Her reply was neither too loud nor too soft, and anyone sitting next to her could hear it clearly if they were paying attention.

Some people thought she was being arrogant; how could the top spot be won so easily? Was she, a rogue cultivator, thinking too much?

In previous Immortal Sect Competitions, the champions have invariably come from within established sects, a practice that has remained unchanged. While this rogue cultivator has achieved a winning streak, luck has played a part. Does he really think of sect disciples as mere decorations?

Many people think highly of her, while many others think she is arrogant and ignorant!
Wen Ya clearly heard many people discussing Lin Yan with their companions without any restraint, saying very unpleasant things, which made her angry.

As a fellow female cultivator, she could detect the deliberate masculine arrogance in their words. She couldn't understand why, when everyone was cultivating immortality and strength was paramount in the Canghai Continent, some people displayed such gender-based disdain…

Looking again at the person sitting next to her, she saw that he remained unmoved and calm despite the gossip! Wenya was filled with respect and admiration!
He truly deserves to be my role model; he is strong, calm, and always composed.

……

The first match was slow-paced, and Lin Yan gradually lost interest while watching it, even almost yawning.

Perhaps because they had rested for two days, everyone reverted to their old fighting style. Instead of intense, oppressive battles, they started by probing each other.

This tickling, tentative probing, as if afraid of hurting the opponent, made the crowd, who were already looking forward to an exciting competition, feel as if they were watching a tender sword dance.

Finally, the two on stage didn't let the audience off the hook either. After a heartfelt exchange, one of them voluntarily conceded defeat.

Lin Yan frowned as she watched, but some people were already deeply moved, saying that this was love. She didn't know what to say, lest she cause herself trouble.

Wenya was furious: "How could they do this!"

Then, seeing that many people were looking at her, they immediately fell silent.

Realizing she had gotten too excited, she hung her head and whispered to the expressionless person sitting next to her.

"How could they do this? This is a major competition!"

"Oh," Lin Yan replied indifferently.
"Aren't you angry watching this?"

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow. She had only thought the competition was ugly, not that she was angry. "It's alright."

Wen Ya immediately reflected on herself, wondering if she hadn't been calm enough just now. To be honest, the outcome of this competition had nothing to do with her; she hadn't even bet on those two.

The cultivators who placed bets on those two should be angry. After all, those who bet on the losing side not only lost spirit stones but also watched an uninteresting match. The second match was between a disciple of the Wonderful Dharma Sect and a disciple of another top sect.

Because the third round was not decided by lottery this year, the Miaofa Sect was unlucky, as the disciples who advanced to the third round all encountered the favorites to win.

Only two disciples remain who have managed to fight until now.

The man on the stage was someone who had sparred with him in swordsmanship; he was said to be the Crown Prince of the Sea.

His swordsmanship is both gentle and sharp, showing he is a talented swordsman. However, it remains to be seen whether he can maintain his previous level of skill when facing the disciples of the First Sect.

After the referee's voice fell, the atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became intense.

Without any probing, the two went straight for victory, aiming to defeat each other. They fought fiercely, their swordplay dazzling and their techniques so realistic that it was a thrilling spectacle.

The audience watched intently, and after the previous devastating competition, they were more able to focus on this exciting contest and were no longer picky.

Because both sides gave their all at the start, the match didn't drag on and ended quickly. The disciple of the Miaofa Sect won by a narrow margin.

Looking at Lin Yan's calm expression, Wen Ya felt a little uneasy. "If you were to fight him, are you confident you could beat him?" Wen Ya asked cautiously, a hint of worry in her eyes.

I know she is a very strong rogue cultivator, but the two people on the stage are also very strong, and they are not on the same level as the opponents in the first two rounds.

"I think so." Lin Yan's tone was flat.

After the match ended, the next match began quickly. Only after all the matches for the day were over did they get up and return to the temporary residence of the Miaofa Sect.

In the competition to narrow down the thirteen to seven, Miaofa Sect was very lucky and gained two disciples.

The schedule for the next round of matches will be announced tomorrow at noon, and the quarterfinals will continue the day after tomorrow.

Because there were fewer participants, the competition venues were changed to two locations. The two sides would start fighting simultaneously, and the cultivators could go to the venue they wanted to watch.

The next day at noon, Lin Yan finished reading the competition schedule and thought to herself: Just as I expected.

Knowing the Xuantian Sect's usual practices, they would definitely match her with a disciple of the Miaofa Sect!
In the competition to narrow down the seven to four, just as she had expected, she was matched with a disciple from the Miaofa Sect who was advancing in the next round.

The Immortal Sect Grand Competition has a default rule: to ensure fairness, disciples from the same sect cannot be matched together. Even if they are accidentally paired together during the draw, they must draw again.

In previous years, the organizers would arrange relatively weak opponents for their students in order to help them advance, grouping the favorites together, eliminating as many as possible.

Each sect was tacitly aware of this matter. However, in previous years, arrangements were made in the first two rounds to ensure that their disciples advanced to the third round.

The third round will be a draw, with the opponents left to fate. Unexpectedly, the Xuantian Sect has implemented a special method for the third round, setting a precedent.

If, under such circumstances, no one from the Xuantian Sect can advance to the top three, then it would truly be a laughing stock.

Returning from the square, she could see her opponent standing by the barrier in the distance.

She wasn't so narcissistic as to assume the other person was waiting for her, so she walked over expressionlessly without even looking at the person standing there.

"You're just going to ignore me like this?" Wen Gui asked incredulously. (End of Chapter)