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Chapter 211 Are you God's illegitimate child?
Even though it's only the fourth level of Qi Refining, it's still a true cultivator!
This is something that mortals cannot even begin to compare to!
I never imagined that Brother Feng... Brother Feng has grown to this level!
The act of drawing the sword and sheathing it actually contained a great opportunity!
Su Ling'er looked at the renewed fervor in the eyes of the undercover disciples around her and felt a headache coming on.

it's over...

Judging from their appearance, it seems that in the next few days, the sect will likely see another large-scale, collective sword-drawing cult-like event...

Ah...that's terrifying...

Among the crowd, only Ye Longtao's expression remained largely unchanged throughout.

Although he had a slight appreciation for Li Chunfeng's skill in swordsmanship, this appreciation was ultimately just that of an "ordinary person".

It is indeed remarkable that an ordinary person could defeat a Qi cultivator using swordsmanship.

But so what?

Without spiritual roots, one is ultimately just a piece of trash.

He himself is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet his lifespan can reach over two hundred years. How long can Li Chunfeng, an old man over fifty, live?
Twenty years?
Thirty years?
Even if God were to grant him another forty years, he would ultimately be nothing more than a handful of dust.

What good is mastering swordsmanship if you become too strong?
This world ultimately belongs to cultivators.

Ultimately, only those with spiritual roots can live longer.

No matter how talented an ordinary person is, their glory is only temporary.

His so-called "glory" is probably nothing more than his strength being so great that he can't even leave the Guixi Sect, and in the end, he will just fade into obscurity...

……

Li Chunfeng's victory set off an extremely magical beginning to this sect competition.

On the high platform, "Sect Master Qian's" unwavering voice rang out once more, announcing the lineup for the second match.

"The second match, Wang Xiedi, versus Disciple B!"

Upon hearing his name, Wang Xiedi's heart sank.

As a responsible man, I must not show weakness at this moment!
He glanced at his junior brother beside him, and the two exchanged a look and nodded to each other.

Disciple B was inwardly groaning.

Why did it have to be my turn?!

And to make matters worse, he ended up facing Wang Xiedi!
He glanced at his junior brother across from him, who was giving him a simple, honest smile and subconsciously wiping his chest protector. He felt a chill run down his spine.

He remembered the mantis that died tragically, the mental demon illusions that Su Ling'er had mentioned, and even more so, his cursed "Ghost Wife," which was powerful enough to suppress Foundation Establishment cultivators and Core Formation cultivators.

Although my senior brother mentioned breaking off the engagement, what if he does?
What if his ghost wife comes on stage to help him out?
He was really unlucky. If he could have faced Senior Sister Su or Senior Brother Ye, he might have had a chance to make it into the top four.

However, I am at least at the fourth level of Qi Refining, so maybe... maybe I can still put up a fight?
However, when he actually stepped onto the arena and faced Wang Xiedi directly, and felt the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from his opponent that far surpassed his own, his wishful thinking was completely shattered.

Disciple B wanted to cry but had no tears.

He had finally managed to cultivate back to the fourth level of Qi Refining, but before he could even get used to it, he was about to face someone at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

How to fight this?
He glanced at the audience below, where Lin Qingfeng was watching with great interest.

Seemingly wanting to see how Wang Xiedi would respond, Disciple B's heart sank completely.

Once you're up against them, you won't even have a chance to struggle.

So, under everyone's gaze, disciple B bowed to Wang Xiedi from afar.

"Senior Brother Wang... I... I admit defeat."

He nodded. That's normal. After all, not everyone at the fourth level of Qi Refining can fight someone at the sixth level. Not everyone is as courageous and truly strong as Li Chunfeng.

……

With disciple B decisively admitting defeat, the second match ended dramatically.

In the third game, Dong Changsheng was fortunate enough to get a bye.

Lin Qingfeng looked at Dong Changsheng's smug expression and couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly. "Damn, this guy really got a bye?"

Is this the power of the "Strong Luck" modifier?
How could someone who corrupts morals have such good luck?
God must be blind to protect you like this?
Are you God's illegitimate child?
Amidst the envious gazes of the other disciples, Dong Changsheng strolled over to the dejected disciple B and the other disciples, and began another round of lecturing.

"Junior brother, your behavior just now is a classic example of a weakling's mentality! You gave up before even fighting, how can you possibly succeed?!"

"You must remember, the strong..."

Lin Qingfeng looked at this scene and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, Junior Brother Dong is right. Such cowardly behavior will not be tolerated by our Guixi Sect!!!"

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and with a loud "slap," a resounding slap landed squarely on Dong Changsheng's face!
Dong Changsheng: "???"

Dong Changsheng was stunned on the spot.

No, what does this have to do with me?!
Why are you hitting me instead of disciple B?!

"Disciple, I am very disappointed in you! How could you back down in the face of battle?!"

Lin Qingfeng pointed at his disciple and then slapped Dong Changsheng across the face again!

"Snapped!"

Disciple B was also dumbfounded.

No, are you talking about me?
Why are they hitting Senior Brother Dong?

Looking at his senior brother Dong's pitiful state, as if he had "suffered" for his sake, he felt a pang of pity and was about to speak up to remind him:
"Senior Brother, punish me if you must..."

"Snapped!"

Lin Qingfeng slapped Dong Changsheng repeatedly, interrupting him from speaking.

"Elder brother, I..."

"Snapped!"

"Big……"

"Snapped!"

Su Ling'er was completely dumbfounded.

What...what is all this?!
Why don't I understand? Aren't you teaching that disciple?
Your eyes shouldn't have any problems.

She was afraid that if she spoke, her senior brother would beat her even more fiercely.

"Forget it, let it all be destroyed," she muttered, white smoke rising from her mouth as she fell into a daze, her mind giving up on thinking.

Every time disciple B tried to say something, Lin Qingfeng would slap Dong Changsheng repeatedly, until his cheeks swelled up and his teeth fell out.

Finally, Dong Changsheng could no longer bear it and sent a heart-wrenching telepathic message to his disciple B:
[Dong Changsheng]: Disciple B! I beg you! Please stop talking!

……

Finally, I don’t know how long it took.

On the high platform, "Sect Leader Qian" saw Lin Qingfeng step down with a relaxed expression before stepping forward again to announce the next part of the competition.

"The fourth match is between Su Ling'er and Ye Longtao."

These few words instantly jolted Su Ling'er out of her dazed state, where she was exhaling white smoke.

She blinked slowly, her unfocused pupils refocusing.

What?
Her mind didn't process it for a moment.

Is it finally time for the fight to begin?
We finally made it through... It was terrifying...

(End of this chapter)