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

The disciples of Xuantian Sect don't even rank in the top four!

Sect Leader Xuan sighed and decided that he would no longer ask his junior brothers to take on disciples.

His junior brother was strong and talented, but his judgment of disciples was terrible; he mistook a pearl for a fish eye! If that disciple hadn't left the sect and had received excellent guidance at the Xuantian Sect, they would now have two disciples in the top seven.

Just as he was feeling regretful, the competition on the stage clearly took a turn for the better. The male disciple's swordplay had become chaotic, and his attacks had become disordered.

When Wen Gui's neck was pressed against by the tip of a sword, he could no longer deceive himself into continuing to fight. His hands trembled as he could no longer hold the sword, and the sword fell to the ground.

He struggled to squeeze out the words "I give up," feeling utterly humiliated. He still couldn't defeat her; it was as if she were an insurmountable mountain.

The battle lasted for half an hour. Because it was all fast-paced, it took a lot of energy to maintain physical strength and spiritual power. Moreover, the power of the attacks and the intensity of the spells were not weakened by the fast pace.

The moment Wen Gui lost, he realized that his opponent had been holding back during their sparring match at the training ground.

Seeing that her disciple's expression was not right, Miaoyin went over and patted his shoulder to comfort him: "You have done very well in a competition of this intensity."

“Master…I…”

"Don't be discouraged. Go back and get some rest, and prepare for the secret realm trial."

Wen Gui nodded and left dejectedly.

Seeing that Wen Ningqing had finished instructing her disciple and was coming over, she couldn't help but retort, "Look at your disciple, she really doesn't hold back!"

Miaoyin meant it as a joke, but she didn't expect the other party to take it seriously.

“Showing him mercy would only harm him!” Wen Ningqing said seriously, and went straight back to her seat.

Miaoyin simply sighed and said no more.

The so-called immortal sect competitions are really just child's play among the younger generation. When it comes to real training, it can truly be deadly!
Although the disciples he had taken in were highly talented, they all had status and backgrounds. With the resources provided by the sect, they could obtain the cultivation resources they wanted without taking any risks.

Even when they send them out to gain experience, they are given tasks to eliminate demons and evil spirits, and experienced elders lead the teams.

They can easily obtain any spirit stones or treasures! Disciples trained in this way are like flowers in a greenhouse. They can't withstand even the slightest hardship when released into the world.

This defeat should serve as a wake-up call for them, and they might even gain some insights from it.

Miaoyin thought to herself, "When we return to Miaofa Sect, I will definitely ask the girl to continue sparring with those restless disciples. It would be best if we beat them so badly that they won't have a single good spot left, so that they can wake up."

Lin Yan was unaware that Venerable Miaoyin was already planning to use her as free "laborer" once they returned. After her own competition, she didn't watch the subsequent matches and went straight back to her courtyard to recuperate.

She still needs to continue this matter, so it's most important for her to return quickly to heal and recuperate, and get back to her best condition.

As soon as I got back to the yard, Little Tangyuan flew onto my shoulder and chirped. The other two little ones weren't there; they were probably sleeping.

The spiritual energy here is rich and pure. After the three little ones came to live here, they spent most of their time cultivating. Unlike cultivators who advance in their cultivation, they mostly became sleepy when they were advancing in their cultivation.

While sleeping, their strength increases! Due to the different cultivation systems, there is no heavenly tribulation for the early advancement of demonic beasts, but when they advance to the Xuan-level demonic beast, the lightning tribulation is as free as it comes down, and many demonic beasts cannot overcome this hurdle and are struck to death.

In the end, even "small animals" are not spared by the laws of nature. While it may seem to treat monsters and beasts with special favor, it actually blocks their path to ascension.

The demon beasts also sensed the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Dao. Most of them stopped cultivating after reaching the sixth rank and relied on battles to hone their skills.

The Crimson Demon is currently at the seventh rank, and due to its awakened bloodline, it will face even more lightning tribulations. However, it makes no attempt to suppress its rank and continues to cultivate and improve, seemingly unafraid of the lightning tribulations.

Tangyuan is different; it's reached level five and has become quite lazy. While the two little ones are cultivating, it plays. It wreaks havoc and rolls around in the yard, surrounded by many puppet toys given to it by its master.

"Master, Master, I'm so bored, will you play with me?" Little Tangyuan's voice rang in her mind.

In reality, what others hear is a "chirp chirp chirp" sound.

It's perfectly normal for Little Tangyuan to like playing. It's been with me for less than a year. When it first came out of the far north, it was just a little ball of fluffy fur that could only fly low and had to stop and rest after only a few meters.

It's still a baby, and playing is its nature!
She glanced at the small toys her master and the author of Miaoyin had brought, and her brow twitched slightly. Some were wood carvings, and the rest were cat toys.

The cat toy was placed in the most prominent position, showing that Xiao Tangyuan really liked it. When she reached for it, Tangyuan actually flew after it, swaying back and forth...

She sighed, wondering how her perfectly good Snow Frost Carving had been turned into a cat.
This is her dereliction of duty as the owner! As the owner, she failed to properly discipline the young animals as they grew up, nor did she spend time with them. Especially after arriving at the Xuan Tian Sect, they were confined to the courtyard and unable to go out, which was truly unfair to them.

She asked with a guilty look, "Tangyuan, do you want to go out and play?"

Tangyuan shook its head: Chirp chirp chirp~
"Master, I like to sleep and eat fruit~"

"..." Bai felt guilty! "If you're bored, go to sleep! You can play in your dreams and your body can rest at the same time, killing two birds with one stone!"

Little Tangyuan tilted its head, thinking that its owner made a lot of sense, so it flew back to its nest to sleep.

It's just a very young baby; it needs to sleep to grow!

Lin Yan sighed again, then sat down on the spirit-gathering array, cross-legged, and began to meditate and cultivate.

In the last two days of the competition, she thought she would be paired with another disciple from the Miaofa Sect, but to her surprise, she wasn't. Her opponent was Lu Ji, a disciple from the First Sect.

The remaining four disciples were from the Xuantian Sect, the Miaofa Sect, the First Sect, and himself, a rogue cultivator.

Xuantian Sect felt that the disciples of Miaofa Sect were easier to fight than themselves, so they made many arrangements for her to fight the disciples of the number one sect.

Xuantian Sect won by sheer luck, and can still secure second place. They can even skip the final round, concede defeat, and conserve their strength for the trial. No matter how you look at it, they've made a profit.

Among the disciples who entered the third round, those from the First Sect accounted for the largest proportion. Sects with deep foundations can provide their disciples with more resources for cultivation, so even if they don't go out to train, their cultivation can still grow faster than others.

Before going on stage to choose their weapons, the opponents just picked randomly, seemingly not caring what kind of magic weapon they would use.

The magical artifacts provided by the organizers were all low-level, and she didn't expect to win with them; she was simply choosing a suitable platform for her formation. (End of Chapter)