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

Lin Yan paused and asked, "Should I say hello?"

When meeting someone you know, it's indeed necessary to greet elders, but if you're not very familiar with someone of the same generation, there's no need to greet them.

It's awkward to run into peers you're not very familiar with, especially for someone like her who doesn't have great social skills and doesn't want to socialize. She'd rather keep a cold face and act aloof than have any extra interactions.

If people say you're "pretentious" or impolite, then let them say what they want.

"..." One sentence choked him up, preventing him from saying what he was about to say.

Wen Gui was not familiar with the person in front of him. They had only met once through his master's introduction, which was a proper sparring match. After that, they had no further contact.

The other party often stays indoors and doesn't hang out with the other disciples who came to Xuantian Sect with him, so the chances of them interacting are almost zero.

He thought about his words for a moment, and in the end, he could only ask, "What are your thoughts on the next match?"

"What can we say? Let's fight."

Wen Gui knew that she was already close to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm before he broke through to the Golden Core realm, and now she was probably even stronger.

Having sparred with her, I realized just how intense that pressure was. It's like fighting someone who only knows how to fight fiercely but doesn't know the pain; their sword techniques are ordinary, but the effect is unexpected.

He looked around and felt that this was not the place to talk, so he said, "Let's find another place to talk."

Lin Yan was also heading back to her own courtyard. She simply replied with a "Okay" and walked on by herself.

Wen Gui followed behind Lin Yan, and the two walked towards Lin Yan's courtyard one after the other.

Throughout the journey, she remained silent, showing no intention of speaking to anyone. The other person also followed in silence, and the two, who seemed to be socially awkward, huddled together, communicating with each other through telepathy.

Upon arriving at the courtyard, Lin Yan stopped and, without even offering anyone a cup of tea, said directly, "Say what you have to say here."

Wen Gui frowned slightly. He had originally thought that they could have a proper conversation in a quieter place, but judging from her posture, she didn't seem to want to waste any more words.

He decided to cut to the chase: "We'll be opponents in the next match. What are your thoughts?"

Lin Yan looked puzzled, wondering why the other person would ask such a question.

How can you tell? Look with your eyes! You can't just use some endless sword dance and then have the other side admit defeat.

"Oh, how should I look at it?" she asked casually.

"The Immortal Sect Grand Competition is, in essence, a battle for the honor of one's own sect. I may forgo the rewards, but I will definitely fight for a high ranking in the name of my sect."

Wen Gui hesitated for a moment, carefully organizing her thoughts and thinking of words that would be easier for the other person to accept. At the same time, she looked at the other person's expression and saw that she had no expression, which made her feel a little more at ease.

He said these things not so that he could get a good ranking in the competition, but to fight for the honor of the sect!

Lin Yan is currently participating as a rogue cultivator, so even if she gets a better ranking, it won't bring honor to her sect.

Wasn't her participation in the competition precisely to gain fame and showcase her abilities? Her popularity remains high, and her skills have already been thoroughly demonstrated.

As for the ranking reward, he could refuse it and give it to her after he received the reward. He could even give her a reward equivalent to that of the first place winner!

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow and asked casually, "So? What do you want?" Her gaze was scrutinizing, and her tone was slightly teasing. He pursed his lips, unable to directly state his purpose.

She continued to press on with a cold laugh: "Do you want me to deliberately go easy on you, or do you want me to just admit defeat?"

Wen Gui's breath hitched, a wave of unspeakable shame washing over him. But he told himself it was all for the sect, not for personal honor.

"I'm doing this for the sake of the sect. As a disciple of Venerable Duan Yi, don't you have any spirit of dedication at all?"

How ridiculous! The beneficiary of the system is here talking to her about the spirit of dedication.
Lin Yan laughed angrily, "Dedication? You make it sound so noble! Are you the only one from the Miaofa Sect who advanced? Can't the other disciple fight for the sect? Or do you think that no one else is worthy to fight for the sect's honor, and only you are qualified, only you can shoulder this great responsibility? Or do you think that disciple is not strong enough and will definitely lose in the next round?"

This guy is the most ridiculous person in the world! He thinks that the other person is not capable of advancing in the next competition, and he is not confident that he can beat her, so he shamelessly comes to her to say this.

He thought he was doing everything for the sect's sake, but in reality, he was doing it for himself.

There's nothing wrong with doing it for yourself.

Cultivation is for various purposes, but you can't have it all. Wanting to win but lacking confidence, wanting someone to go easy on you but unable to ask, so you use the sect's name as a pretext!
ridiculous.

Wen Gui's face flushed red. "I didn't! It's just that this competition is crucial to the sect. I'm representing the sect in the Immortal Sect Competition. If I can win, it will be the glory of the sect."

"That's just a fig leaf you're using to cover up your true colors, isn't it?"

He was speechless upon hearing this. His previous impression of her was that she was highly skilled but had a very cold and aloof personality, and didn't talk much. He never expected her to be so eloquent and sharp-tongued today, leaving him speechless.

Wen Gui's face turned pale and then red, and he didn't know how to refute her.

Lin Yan felt she had said enough, so she shooed him away: "I won't tell anyone about our conversation today. You can leave now."

Her duel with Wen Gui was in the first round, and her master, believing she would win, didn't come to watch. However, Venerable Miaoyin and Venerable Rongce both came.

Once on stage, the other party appeared quite calm, as if yesterday's conversation had never happened.

The two exchanged polite but harsh words as per procedure, but their demeanor suddenly changed as soon as the referee finished speaking.

From the very beginning of the match, his swordplay was fierce, attempting to gain the upper hand and dominate her. However, the result was not as she had hoped.

At the same level, even if one's own minor cultivation level is higher than the other's, and their practical combat experience is not necessarily greater, it is absolutely impossible to suppress her through skills and experience.

The audience below the stage stared intently, not wanting to miss a single exciting moment.

Sitting on the high platform, Sect Leader Xuan watched the competition and glanced at his junior brother with mixed feelings.

This girl's understanding of swordsmanship is definitely not bad; she is in no way inferior to the geniuses in the sect.

He couldn't understand why his junior brother's Dao Eye hadn't seen the girl's talent, and had ignored it, letting her be worn down to the point of leaving the sect.

Conversely, of the two disciples that his junior brother valued, one was killed and the other was eliminated in the second round.

Currently, Xuantian Sect only has one disciple left, who qualified directly for the top four without having to fight, having already secured a spot in the final four. If it weren't for this opportunity… (End of Chapter)