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"This wicked monk is truly arrogant beyond measure; I shall go and take his head!"

Yue Zijin, who had been observing the movements below, could no longer resist and, holding the Kuai Zai, was about to go down to fight.

Before he could make a move, he was stopped by several people beside him.

Su Ning: "You must not act impulsively. This person's origins are unknown. You rushed in so recklessly, and that's how you fell into his trap."

It's no wonder Su Ning wanted to stop Yue Zijin; if you went down there, wouldn't you be exposed?

The "Kuai Zai" in his hands is no ordinary item.

Pei Yunlian chimed in, "This man led a team straight up like that. I reckon they have a backup plan. You should wait and see; who knows what tricks they're up to."

After being persuaded by the two men, Yue Zijin became more clear-headed.

At this moment, three people were already standing below the stage.

They are Xu Heyu, Zhu Qing, and Ye Qiwu.

But the demonic monk, looking at the three people standing on the platform, showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he commented with a hint of interest: "One is from the Su Nu Sect, one from the Xuan Nu Sect, and the other is a disciple from the Sword Casting Manor."

"This humble monk is truly honored," Chen Wujin said, holding a staff in one hand and placing the other hand in front of his chest as if chanting Amitabha.

Xu Heyu was the winner just now, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, she was capable of winning the final championship, so it was normal for her to come down and fight now.

Ye Qiwu was a disciple of the Sword Casting Manor. Since someone had come with ill intentions, he naturally had to defend his family's dignity.

As for Zhu Qing, having received Yan Luo's order, she naturally came down.

Although she had been fighting with Xu Heyu for a long time, what opponent was more important than her master?

No sooner had she finished speaking than Xu Heyu couldn't contain herself any longer. Her sword flashed like a dragon's roar as she drew it, and with a light touch of her toes, she darted forward like a crane: "You wicked monk, cease your arrogant words!"

Zhu Qing was not to be outdone. Her fingertips traced the ice patterns on the sword sheath, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "You scoundrel, today I'll show you what this old lady is capable of."

Ye Qiwu held the iron sword at his waist across his chest and said in a deep voice, "How can a disciple of the Sword Forging Manor retreat in the face of battle?"

The three stood side by side, their sword energy intertwining into a net, aimed directly at the demonic monk's face.

The wicked monk remained calm and composed, slamming his staff on the ground, causing the floor to crack like a spiderweb: "Since that's the case, then let this humble monk experience the skills of your esteemed disciples."

He suddenly lunged forward, his staff whistling as it struck Zhu Qing, the tip of the staff emanating a faint surge of black energy.

Zhu Qing dodged to the side, and the moment the sword was drawn, a pale blue halo fell like frost and snow. The sword move was light and agile yet ruthless, aiming straight for the opponent's throat.

Xu Heyu seized the opportunity to flank from the side, her Qinghui sword unleashing several sword flowers, like moonlight spilling onto the ground, forcing the demonic monk to parry with his staff.

Ye Qiwu seized the opening, and the Frost Flowing Blade, carrying the sound of metal and stone, slashed towards his knee. The sword wind was fierce, which was the "Mountain Breaking Style" of the Sword Casting Manor.

Everyone cheered for the three, hoping to kick this ill-intentioned person out of the Sword Forging Manor.

Although the three of them seemed to have the upper hand, Tang Jingshan's brows furrowed even more.

Su Ning should have been the most composed among them, but she couldn't help but feign worry. Pei Yunlian, standing beside her, also noticed the oddity in her expression.

"Something's strange." Pei Yunlian's words dampened Yue Zijin's spirits.

He gave him a disgruntled look. "You wouldn't let me go down earlier, but now it's clear we've got that evil monk under control. What discouraging things are you spouting?"

Su Ning coughed lightly and asked, "What did you discover?"

Pei Yunlian ignored Yue Zijin and continued Su Ning's words: "Although the three of them are not weak in martial arts, judging from the way this demonic monk just dealt with them, he shouldn't have been restrained at every turn... it's more like he was giving them opportunities."

Su Ning's gaze swept past the grapes on the table, then became drawn to the competition among the people on the field.

Not long after Pei Yunlian finished speaking, Xu Heyu on the field seemed to have found the opponent's weakness, and his sword strike was like a waterfall, directly stabbing the demon monk's right ribs.

In the stands, Yue Zijin clenched her fist instantly and whispered a cheer: "Great opportunity!"

Pei Yunlian gripped her longsword tightly and said in a deep voice, "No, it's a trap!"

The moment the words were spoken, the situation on the field changed dramatically.

Chen Wujin appeared to be flustered as he dodged to the side, but his other hand quietly pulled out a string of ebony prayer beads.

Xu Heyu's sword strike was already upon them, and before they could retract their attack, the Buddhist beads were shattered into pieces.

At the same time, Zhu Qing and Ye Qiwu, who were standing nearby, suddenly coughed up blood.

Xu Heyu only smelled a faint fragrance, and then suddenly realized that her internal energy had been sealed. Before she could dodge, Chen Wujin struck her with a palm and sent her to the edge of the stands.

A delicate fragrance wafted from the stands and swept across the entire training ground.

Before anyone could even discern the names of the three who had suddenly been defeated, the subtle fragrance emanating from the competition platform unknowingly swept over everyone's noses.

"Oh no, this is a trap!"

Pei Yunlian suddenly covered her nose and mouth, but she still smelled a strange, subtle fragrance. Her internal energy was forcibly sealed away.

As soon as he activated his internal energy, he couldn't help but feel his blood and qi surge.

Yue Zi, however, sniffed around like a puppy, asking in confusion, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Su Ning naturally smelled it too.

However, she had no internal energy and relied on spiritual power, so the incense had no effect on her.

Just as everyone was bewildered, Xiao Xing, who had been silent behind them, suddenly spoke up: "This is the 'Wail of Ten Thousand Ghosts,' a rare flower unique to the northern foothills, said to grow only near the Fengwang Terrace."

"However, this item is insufficient to seal the inner strength of you young heroes. It must be mixed with Green Bamboo Essence. I have been tending to flowers and plants since I was a child, and I have quite a bit of knowledge about some rare flowers."

"Qingzhu Yin has a very mild fruity flavor and is not poisonous to the body. The thief must have mixed it into the fruit that everyone is eating today."

"It's grapes."

Su Ning glanced at him. He was really dedicated; even at a time like this, he didn't forget to mention his identity as a gardener.

After surveying the chaotic scene, he realized that to seal the inner strength of so many people, it was necessary to ensure that everyone would choose to attack one of the fruits of the day.

"These purple grapes are the most precious; everyone should want to try them. It seems they were well-prepared. No wonder Xixi checked the water source for so many days and there were no problems."

Who could have imagined? Despite all the precautions, everyone thought they would target the water source, but the other party was cunning and had placed the bamboo on the grapes. These things are harmless to humans, so it was easy to fool them.

Unexpectedly, after mingling with the wailing ghosts, all the martial arts heroes present were reduced to ordinary people without internal energy.

"No wonder I'm fine. I was busy peeling grapes for Susu and didn't eat any myself."

It could be said that Yue Zijin turned misfortune into blessing. Because of the Purple Tassel Flower incident, he dared not eat anything indiscriminately, and now he became one of the few people on the field who were not poisoned.

The crowd below had already erupted in chaos, shouting and cursing—

"That thief is truly despicable; in order to seize the knife, he actually sealed off all of our internal energy!"

"Pah! Shameless bald monk! He resorts to underhanded tricks when he can't beat someone!"

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Chen Wujin, however, was quite disdainful of this. He had been plotting for many days, and then he pretended to come out and compete with them. Wasn't his purpose to turn those old men in the stands into useless people who couldn't use their internal energy?

Then he suddenly turned around and shouted loudly, "How long are you going to hide?!"