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The matter was barely managed to be smoothed over, and Shen Qingqing glared at Shen Zhang with annoyance.

Shen Zhang, unaware that his beloved daughter harbored a demonic aura, smugly declared, "Lingxiao Sect? A bunch of trash. They're destined to lose to my Qingqing this time."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhang casually glanced over, wanting to see those people kneeling down and begging for mercy in a panic.

To everyone's surprise, the seats for the Lingxiao Sect members were empty.

Shen Zhang was taken aback and looked around.

Cheng Jiangui led several children toward the cafeteria, chatting as they went: "The First Elder and the Third Elder are here, bringing many inner disciples to cheer us on!"

Of course, the Lingxiao Sect reimbursed the audience ticket fees.

Thinking of all the money slipping away, Cheng Jiangui clutched his chest, tears welling up in his eyes: "Waaah, the expenses have been so high lately. You guys have to step up and earn some more for me."

Cheng Jiangui's eyes were full of small change.

His beloved apprentices, however, showed no sign of nervousness.

Su Yuanshuang raised her eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke up: "I'm just a sound engineer."

Xie Mo was a talisman cultivator and confident he could achieve a good ranking in the talisman cultivator competition. However, he put his hands behind his back and said with a half-smile, "The talisman cultivator competition doesn't cost much."

Ye Jin had just put Song Hemian's sword into his mustard seed bag when...

The next second, I saw a starry-eyed look from some unreliable sect leader.

The boy paused slightly, politely walked around them, placed Qi Jue and Yun hope in the middle, and ran far away himself.

As for Qi Jueyunxi...

As soon as the two mischievous kids approached the cafeteria, they automatically activated their speed-up mode.

Qi Jue was very competitive: "Junior Sister, this time let's have a steamed bun eating contest."

Yunxi refused to admit defeat and stubbornly insisted, "I want to bring Tuntun with me."

Adding just a fat bird? Qi Jue was exceptionally generous: "Sure, Master will pay for it anyway."

The two people and the bird flew towards the cafeteria, leaving a trail of dust in their wake.

Cheng Jiangui: "..."

Cheng Jiangui rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "Forget it, I'll just give up!"

He comforted himself, "At least I didn't place a bet."

Behind him, at the arena.

Shen Zhang roared in anger, but seemed somewhat defenseless after being ignored.

When Shen Qingqing approached with an unfriendly expression, he quickly reverted to his loving fatherly demeanor, rubbing his hands together and whispering, "Qingqing, we've already received over forty orders for prosthetics. It's all thanks to you."

Shen Qingqing's eyelids twitched, and she quickly covered his mouth.

Faced with this kind of domineering father, Shen Qingqing felt helpless and annoyed, and said, "Don't talk nonsense outside."

Shen Zhang patted his chest: "Don't worry, Dad's got a tight tongue. I'll never tell anyone that the prosthetic leg was provided by your admirer."

The prosthetic limb lent to the Shen family for imitation came from the Fan family of Qinghe City. Fan Ming, the youngest son of the Fan family, is one of Shen Qingqing's many admirers.

Fan Ming is a sword cultivator who accidentally broke his leg. This time, he sought help from the Lingxiao Sect, which offered more money, so he received a prosthetic leg sooner.

Shen Qingqing used this relationship to borrow the prosthetic limb for a period of time, allowing the artifact to be repaired and carved at the Shen family's residence.

Even the person who replicated the prosthetic limb was someone she arranged.

Fortunately, Shen Zhang wasn't told about this, otherwise it would have been exposed.

Shen Qingqing frowned and said coldly, "Father, you'd better speak less these days."

Shen Zhang nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand, Father understands."

Shen Qingqing: "..."

The competition process was similar to previous ones.

The first two matches were held in the secret realm, using an individual points system. After the matches, the top ten players in points would have their respective sects awarded a large score bonus.

The third competition is divided into two stages. The first stage is a ranking competition for each major profession. Since many sects are more specialized, only the sect that ranks first in the ranking competition can win the sect's big score.

The second stage is a team battle between several major sects, where opponents are determined by drawing lots and the score is increased according to ranking.

In the cafeteria,

Cheng Jiangui held a long sheet of competition rules and enthusiastically read it aloud to his beloved apprentices.

"The overall ranking will determine the ranking of the next five sects. The Medicine King Sect will be a bit special because they are the sponsors and have a guaranteed 20 points in advance."

This rule isn't particularly unfair. After all, the Medicine King Sect is wealthy and its members are all powerful alchemists. As the only alchemist sect, they have the right to remain on the list of the five sects.

It's not so certain for other sects; everyone must do their utmost.

Cheng Jiangui, his throat dry from talking, took a big gulp of water and asked enthusiastically, "How was it? Did you understand?"

"..."

"..."

No one answered him.

There was quite a bit of commotion at the small dining table in front of us.

Ye Jin and Xie Mo were sitting on the far left, Su Yuanshuang on the far right, and in the middle of them were Qi Jueyunxi and a chubby little bird.

The two people and the bird simultaneously attacked the high stack of steamer baskets, treating the buns as their enemies, and ate with great enthusiasm and gusto.

Cheng Jiangui: "..."

Unexpectedly, Yunxi had the lowest fighting power. After eating about ten buns, she rubbed her stomach pitifully and curled up in a corner of the cafeteria, exuding a sense of defeat.

The second place is tonton.

As the little fat bird ate, it couldn't eat anymore. Suddenly, its belly puffed up and it transformed into a giant Kunpeng, sending the cafeteria uncle, who was acting as the referee, flying.

Finally, he was disqualified from the competition for "harming the referee".

When the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect arrived with his disciples, they saw the cafeteria worker playing the role of a shooting star in the sky.

"..."

Opening the cafeteria door, it felt like the whole place was occupied by Little Fatty Kun.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect, expressionless, took out the rules and, with a flourish of his brush, wrote a line of large characters.

[It is forbidden for Kunpeng to suddenly grow to a gigantic size.]

After a while.

A chubby little bird with a big bump on its head squatted down next to Yunxi, looking aggrieved. Both of them seemed frustrated. The surrounding air turned dark, and several vertical lines appeared above their heads, as if a very sad background music was playing on a loop.

As the sixth direct disciple of Lingxiao Sect, Song Hemian took the initiative to sit down next to the group. As soon as he sat down, he saw a high stack of empty steamer baskets in front of Qi Jue.

In order to count exactly how many there were, Song Hemian kept looking up.

look up,

Look up again.

Finally, his neck cramped up, and he frantically slapped at Ye Jin, only to be slapped on the back of the head by Ye Jin, finally relieving himself.

"..."

Before the Fenglei Sect Master could place his bet, seeing this situation, he sighed in frustration and whispered to Cheng Jiangui, "It's more reliable to bet on the Qingyun Sect this time."

Cheng Jiangui nodded subconsciously.

The next second, his apprentices all looked up at him at the same time.

"..."

Feeling caught red-handed, the young sect leader quickly moved away from the Wind and Thunder Sect leader. Looking up at the roof with a human-shaped hole punched in it by the cafeteria uncle, he said, "Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? I've always been sworn enemies of gambling."

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "..."