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Everything happened so fast that even Song Heming was caught off guard and stood there stunned for dozens of seconds.

Until a gentle breeze blew by, he realized that not only was the sword gone, but the person was gone too. The boy was in a state of panic, tears streaming down his face, and rushed over to the now-vanished teleportation array to start a grave.

"Night Ashes, Night Ashes~"

Song Heming wailed at the top of his lungs, not a single tear falling, yet his sorrow was so profound it seemed to change the very heavens and earth: "We've known each other for so many years..."

"I climbed the mountain, and you stole my sword!"

"I bought a sword, and you stole it!"

"I'll fight, and you'll steal my sword!"

"You're stealing my sword while I'm sleeping!"

"I haven't even finished fighting over the sword yet, how come you're gone already...?"

Nightfall: "???"

Ye Jin, who was sitting in the audience with a dark cloud hanging over his head, was about to die of despair when Song Hemian called out to him repeatedly. The boy's face turned from red to purple, then to all sorts of colors, and suddenly a huge ball of fire burst out.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect quickly added the following rule: [Setting fires outside the competition venue is prohibited.]

The new rule was directly plastered on Ye Jin's face.

Nightfall: "..."

Nightfall scratched his head, Nightfall bristled, Nightfall's reputation was ruined, and he was utterly defeated.

Faced with the choice between burning down the arena and burning himself, Ye Jin chose to place his hand on Cheng Jiangui's head.

Cheng Jiangui felt like his forehead was steaming. He skillfully poured the teacup full of tea over his head, and calmly reassured everyone, "It's okay, it's okay, even though you're out..."

"..."

He paused slightly in his speech.

Cheng Jiangui thought for several seconds but couldn't figure out how to comfort him. He looked at Ye Jin, then at the image on the recording stone, and finally at the disciple list. His eyes suddenly lit up.

Cheng Jiangui said, "At least you went in once, left a hundred points, and even put Song Heming at the top of the list."

Nightfall: "…………"

At that time, Song Hemian finally discovered that his ranking had risen a lot, jumping from more than 300 to first place, completing a leap forward across eras.

The boy's eyes lit up as he looked around, sniffing around with his puppy nose. He successfully found a photo spot, pressed his face against it, and enthusiastically introduced the rankings to the audience: "Master, Master, did you see that? I've made it big! I got first place, Master!"

Song Hemian: "Master, please write this down for me quickly."

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

The token rankings changed again in the next second; Song Heming dropped from first to second place.

The boy pursed his lips, very unhappy. He didn't want the ranking that Ye Jin had sacrificed himself to leave him to be surpassed so easily. He stared at the name of the top spot with a wronged expression.

Lin Wuwang: 250 points.

While he was mourning at Ye Jin's grave, Lin Wuwang successfully completed the first kill in the secret realm, taking down the green lizard.

Song Hemian immediately became obedient: "Oh, it's Lin Wuwang, then it's nothing~"

The boy turned and walked away, muttering to himself, "How come Nightfall's score is lower than a mere demon beast's?"

Nightfall: "..."

Cheng Jiangui felt the air around him turn cold. He turned his head and saw that the boy with the fire elemental root, who was usually very hot, was now surrounded by dark clouds, and it felt like it was raining in his world.

Cheng Jiangui was startled, genuinely worried that Ye Jin would really burn down the arena, so he quickly went over to pet Ye Jin and coax him.

The initial state of this hidden realm is beautiful, with mountains and water, dense forests and overlapping trees. The trees here are so tall that they can block out half the sky, and the air is somewhat cool.

There is a large sea of ​​flowers by the roadside, with colorful wildflowers swaying in the wind, and many spiritual plants hidden among them.

Once there, Yunxi sprang from her wheelchair and took root there, becoming a notorious womanizer.

Su Yuanshuang controlled her wheelchair to follow behind her, casually tapping the token to check the rankings.

The little girl glanced over and tilted her head, asking, "Where's Third Senior Brother?"

She assumed Ye Jin had been bullied and looked warily at the names on the leaderboard with points.

Lin Wuwang, 250 points.

[Song Hemian, 100 points.]

Yunxi immediately puffed out her cheeks: "It's Lin Wuwang again, he's so annoying."

Nightfall: "..."

As Lin Wuwang walked, he suddenly felt a chill and silently hugged himself.

As expected of the secret realm of the Five Sects Grand Competition, there are quite a few treasures inside.

Yunxi felt sad for Yejin for a few seconds, then focused on digging, leaving one artificial pit after another in the sea of ​​flowers.

As she dug, a pretty pink flower wreath appeared on the little girl's head. She carefully put it away and muttered to herself, "My third senior brother must be so upset. This is perfect to give to him when I get out."

"!!!"

The boy's eyes widened in surprise, and he subconsciously looked down at the pretty, delicate flower wreath. His colorful, grimy face began to recover, returning to its rosy hue.

Nightfall stubbornly protested in a low voice, "Such a beautiful flower, picked and ruined like this..."

Yunxi's little ears twitched as if she had heard something. She pulled out a huge flowerpot from the spot, circled the sea of ​​flowers again and again, found many pretty little flowers, and transplanted them into the pot along with the soil.

Nightfall remained aloof.

(▼へ▼メ)

A few little pink flowers had unknowingly appeared on her fierce face.

(❁▼へ▼❁メ)

Cheng Jiangui poked him; the boy's temperature was normal this time, and he seemed normal too.

Cheng Jiangui breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to the person next to him, "Thank goodness, at least we didn't burn you all down."

The sect leaders standing nearby: "..."

The sect leader of the Medicine King Sect noticed Yun hope's technique and praised her, saying, "She handled the spiritual plants very well."

Although it seems the little girl caused quite a commotion, making a mess of the flower field...

But in reality, most of what she took were spiritual plants, except for those little pink flowers used to coax her senior brother.

The reason the pits were dug to different sizes was to harvest different spiritual plants.

Cheng Jiangui stroked his chin and said, "It seems she knew all of this before she even joined the sect."

He then added, "Yunxi has top-grade earth and wood spiritual roots!"

"?"

The sect leader of the Medicine King Sect had no choice but to lower his gaze.

From the perspective of alchemy practitioners, earth and wood spiritual roots are certainly not as good as fire and wood spiritual roots, but they are very suitable for spiritual plant masters, as cultivating spiritual plants requires earth and wood spiritual roots the most.

Recalling how the Third Elder of the Lingxiao Sect, who had never been able to even keep a single blade of grass alive, had suddenly managed to cultivate red and purple Shadow Leaf Lotuses, the Sect Master of the Medicine King Sect raised an eyebrow, seemingly understanding something, and sighed softly: "How did such good seedlings end up in your hands, Cheng Jiangui?"

The other three sect leaders seemed to share the same opinion, and sighed in agreement.

Cheng Jiangui: "???"

As the sun set, scores appeared behind many people on the tokens, and the rankings began to change significantly. Several people were expelled from the secret realm.

The little girl jumped up from the sea of ​​flowers, wearing a flower wreath on her head. She placed a large flower wreath on Su Yuanshuang's head and a small one on Duntun's head.

Yunxi gripped the wheelchair with her small hands, pushed off the ground with her feet, and glided away nimbly.