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They even complained about the reuse of NPC models and the rigid behavioral logic, which seriously affects the game experience!

After updating for so long, all they've done is teach them to talk to themselves and exchange polite phrases?

Just as he was pondering to himself, "Master Qian" on the stage seemed to notice their arrival and stood up.

He raised his hand, making a stroking motion with his five fingers, even though he currently had no hair on his chin.

Then, Qian Buyu's gaze swept down.

"Hmm, it seems that all the disciples who will participate in this year's sect competition have arrived."

The "elders" beside him also chimed in.

"Yes, yes, the sect leader is wise."

"They all look full of energy and vitality, so they must have made thorough preparations."

Su Ling'er looked at Senior Qian, who was being used as a puppet by the person behind the Demonic Sect.

She felt a chill creep up her throat.

Elder Qian has been turned into a flesh puppet and is still being toyed with like this... Sigh...

Moreover, I keep having this feeling... a bad premonition...

Regardless, Su Ling'er followed the crowd into the training grounds.

A fighting arena slowly rose up, occupying the center of the square. It was circular in shape, and the surrounding spectator seats could accommodate 10,000 people.

The very existence of the arena suppressed the surrounding light and airflow.

This allows everyone to have a better viewing experience and feel the atmosphere.

Su Ling'er raised her head.

She saw that some disciples of the Guixi Sect had already taken their seats in the white jade viewing area.

A group of people are gathered together, cracking open the shells of some kind of nut and eating the kernel.

A group of people sat in a circle, holding talismans and playing cards, and started playing Three-X Kill.

Others lit stoves next to their seats, and blue smoke rose from them, filling the air with the aroma of roasting meat.

Is this... this the Demonic Sect's Grand Tournament?

Why does it feel like a temple fair in the mortal world?
And are you here to watch the martial arts competition or to have a meal?!

These disciples watching the battle were only a part of the sect.

Some players are not online at the moment. They are waiting for the official opening of the [Guixi Secret Realm] before they will log in together to contribute to the sect's advancement.

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

It came from a sacred bell, the vibrations of which reverberated throughout every corner of the training ground.

"when--!"

On the high platform, even the "Sect Master Qian," who had been sitting quietly, began to move.

He stood up from his seat, then stepped forward and looked at the undercover disciples below the stage.

"The road ahead is long, and time flies."

"Since its founding, Guixi Sect has always upheld the ancient immortal traditions, taking the cultivation of one's Dao heart and the dispelling of illusions as its foundation."

"I have gathered you here today not for the sake of competition or for empty fame and profit."

"This competition aims to reflect on ourselves, to pass on our traditions, and to encourage each other."

"We now have fifteen new disciples, all of whom are malleable in their faith."

However, the path to immortality is long and resources are limited, so sects must selectively support the best.

Therefore, this competition is established to select four outstanding individuals to enter the [Return to the Dawn Secret Realm] and seek ancient opportunities.

"You should know that this competition is not a life-or-death struggle."

Victors should guard against arrogance and impatience; losers need not be discouraged. Observing others is also observing oneself.

The true meaning of this competition lies in recognizing one's own shortcomings through the successes and failures of others.

All matches must be stopped at the point of contact; no one may harm a fellow disciple. Violators will be severely punished!

These words concern the Daoist heart, the inheritance, and the true meaning of the sect.

When the words reached Su Ling'er's ears, her heart clenched and a roar resounded in her head.

Just enough?

You mustn't harm your fellow disciples!
Seriously?!

You, a sect that spends all your time killing each other and throwing your fellow disciples into the furnace as raw materials, are now talking about "stopping when it's too late" during the sect competition?!

This art style is off!

The little devil inside her was already shaking Master Qian's shoulders frantically!

Look at the things you guys do all the time!

Killing someone is as easy as stepping on an ant, aren't you guys getting it backwards?!
This is completely illogical! There must be something fishy going on here!

While everyone was still in a daze, a figure moved out from beside "Sect Leader Qian".

The man, dressed in black, traversed the distance in a single step and stood atop the high platform.

This person was none other than the eldest disciple, Lin Qingfeng.

As the guild leader and the actual future leader of the sect, how could he not appear before everyone to give a speech at this crucial moment when the mission to advance to the second-level sect was about to begin?

But his next move left Su Ling'er speechless.

Lin Qingfeng stepped forward and patted "Sect Leader Qian" on the shoulder.

"What you said was excellent! I really agree with what you said!"

There was no hesitation in this action.

Su Ling'er: "!!!"

Everything in her field of vision seemed to have lost its original connection to the scene at this moment.

The platform, the figures, and the sounds were all broken down into incomprehensible fragments.

Hey Hey hey!
Senior Brother, what are you doing?!
That's the sect leader!

Even though he's a puppet, he's still the sect leader!
How dare you, the senior disciple, pat the sect leader on the shoulder?!
Aren't you afraid?!
Aren't you afraid that Master Qian, who can unleash the power of "Heaven and Earth Transformation," will slap you into a pulp?!

Aren't you afraid that the ultimate mastermind behind all this will kick you out of the house on the spot because of your overstepping boundaries?!
Or... or... are you actually that great demon's illegitimate son?!

That's why they dare to be so reckless!

In an instant, Su Ling'er's mind conjured up a ten-thousand-word melodramatic story of sect feuds and power struggles among powerful families.

Lin Qingfeng turned around and glanced at all the disciples below the stage.

An invisible spiritual pressure emanated from him, causing the air to stagnate.

"Little Qian... Bah, Sect Leader Qian is absolutely right."

"The path of spiritual practice is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you'll fall behind."

"The sword in your hand is also the Dao in your heart. Today's competition is the moment for you to reveal your own 'Dao' to your sect and to the world!"

He paused for a moment, then continued:
"This time... uh, the Seven Meridians... uh... the Four Meridians Martial Arts Tournament..."

"No, there are fifteen people in total... Should this be called the Fifteen Sects Martial Arts Tournament? Ugh, that sounds awful. Oh well, it's not important!"

Su Ling'er stood below the stage, watching her senior brother's obvious hesitation and forced continuation, and felt speechless.

Hey! Senior Brother!
Why don't you write your speech before going on stage?!
The way you're stammering, it's obvious you just made it up on the spot!

Can you be a little more professional?

Before Su Ling'er could finish her thought, a sudden change occurred in the scene!
(End of this chapter)