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According to the usual rules of the annual competition, there should be a rest period of nearly a month between the first and second trials.

But this time...

Xie Mo analyzed: "It will probably take about three months."

On a dark and windy night, the largest tavern in Canghai City was completely booked, with a group of spirited young men filling the first floor.

The Fenglei Sect hosted the event, and members from the Lingxiao Sect, Wuji Sect, Yaowang Sect, and even a few from the Yuntian Sect and Fanyin Sect were also invited to join in the fun.

Song Hemian is a very outgoing kid. He can chat with anyone and make friends with anyone.

He tried to bring Lin Wuwang and the others over, but when he arrived, the Qingyun Sect members were all in a slump. After experiencing a series of blows, they were clearly unable to get back on their feet.

Song Hemian had no choice but to politely ignore them.

Just as they started eating, he heard Xie Mo's analysis of the situation and felt a little regretful: "The Qingyun Sect is really in a terrible state."

The once-prosperous No. 1 sect has fallen into a slump because of Shen Qingqing, and the accurate rankings for the first trial of the competition have not yet been released.

However, Song Heming felt that, given the Qingyun Sect Master's personality, if it were confirmed at this time that Shen Qingqing had fallen into demonic possession, Shen Qingqing's points would be cleared out.

In the second match shortly after, the Qingyun Sect's direct disciples' team was reduced to only four people. It is estimated that an inner disciple will be added, but there is a feeling that their morale will be greatly affected.

Speaking of Shen Qingqing, this matter has indeed caused a huge uproar.

Lu Qiwu whispered gossip: "I heard that all the sect leaders except for the Fenglei Sect leader have left."

In the cultivation world, families and sects have a common clause to combat demons. If any disciple is found to have shown signs of demonic possession, they will definitely investigate to the end.

There are quite a few people who want to check on Shen Qingqing.

Cheng Jiangui also joined in the fun, and before leaving, he didn't forget to stuff a pair of underwear into Xie Mo's hand. Little Stone Monster didn't want it, but he couldn't bear to waste it, so he let Xie Mo wear it.

"..."

Recalling this, Xie Mo's lips twitched, and he quickly continued the previous topic, saying, "Several other aristocratic families also sent people over."

Qi Heng popped his head out, "My dad seems to have gone too."

The Qi family is considered quite famous.

Of course, his own father probably just wanted to watch the show.

The group sat in a row and suddenly imagined a scene of powerful families and sects joining forces to interrogate Shen Qingqing.

Yunxi sighed, "Actually, I'd really like to see it too."

Xie Mo, standing beside her, seemed to have thought of something and, suppressing a laugh, whispered, "Master took the recording stone with him."

"!!!"

The little girl bounced out from the food, her eyes instantly sparkling, "Really? Really?"

He was getting a little impatient with his gossip, and when he looked up, there was still a grain of rice on his face.

Xie Mo nodded, recalling Cheng Jiangui's full gear before setting off.

The unreliable mentor, smug and smug, had one hanging from his waist, one on his chest, and even one hidden in his boots, determined to become a professional journalist.

Wow~

Qi Jue's eyes also sparkled: "Then Master is quite amazing."

"What? What?"

Song Heming successfully made his way into the Lingxiao Sect's group. He looked to his left and then to his right, and suddenly sighed sadly, "Alas, I really envy you. Your master is gone."

"And my master..."

He paused, then sighed again: "They're still writing the rules over there~"

The rules of the competition are synchronized on the token in real time. Song Heming suddenly remembered this and opened the token to take a look.

Sure enough, another line was added at the bottom.

[Praying to Nightfall is prohibited.]

Song Hemian: "???"

Xiao Song agreed to all the previous rules, but he was very dissatisfied with this one, grumbling, "What is this? How can we possibly win without worshipping Ye Jin?"

He commented on the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "Master has forgotten the path he came from."

Nightfall pressed his head down, expressionless: "I think this rule is pretty good."

after all……

The boy glanced silently to the side. Beside him were the Wind and Thunder Sect, the Limitless Sect, the Cloud Heaven Sect, and even the Medicine King Sect, all of whom seemed to be watching them.

Ye Jin frowned, scratching his head in frustration: "I'm not some kind of mascot."

"But liking Nightfall really does have its uses."

Bai Lai appeared out of nowhere. The young boy, his cheeks bulging from eating, swallowed hard before continuing, "From our master to our disciples, everyone in our sect is a fan of Ye Jin."

Nightfall: "???"

The Yuntian Sect is located in a remote area, and its disciples are not skilled enough. In principle, they should not even be qualified to participate in this competition.

But at some point, the sect leader of Yuntian Sect started placing a few recording stones of Ye Jin fighting while giving lessons to his disciples.

The youth was engulfed in flames, wielding a sword against the heavens.

Bai Lai danced excitedly, saying, "That scene was very inspiring."

A spirited young man naturally possesses a certain amount of heroism.

Because he admired Ye Jin and wanted to become Ye Jin, he gradually worked hard to develop the sect into what it is today.

Nightfall slightly swayed his mind.

In those few seconds, Nightfall recalled many scenes of his past fights...

How should I put it?

He doesn't think his immature past deserves to be liked.

But that's the truth. In some corner of the world, there was a group of young sword cultivators whose lives were changed because of him.

Nightfall looked up somewhat awkwardly.

Bai Lai continued, "I also have a junior brother who imitates you burning down the sect, and he's a very good imitation."

Nightfall: "..."

Yunxi shook her head, unable to move because of the delicious food in front of her. She could only extend a snake-blood vine towards Bai Lai from afar, shaking hands with the young boy with the tip of the vine, and said generously, "Let's not beat around the bush. Since you like Third Senior Brother, we're good friends!"

Qi Jue suddenly nodded her head and said, her words slightly mumbled, "I also really like Third Senior Brother~"

"!!!"

For some reason, Song Hemian's celebration turned into a confession event for Ye Jin. The boy couldn't help but blush, and his hands were twisted awkwardly into little braids on his lap.

"Just eat... just eat what you want, why are you making such a fuss?"

The boy, who had lost his eligibility to fight because of the sword-stealing incident and was sitting alone in the audience feeling depressed, clearly had a strange glimmer of light in his heart.

Shy yet delighted

Nightfall grumbled, quite arrogantly: "Next trial, I'll give you a big show."

Several money icons suddenly appeared above Song Heming's head, and he asked expectantly, "What will I get in the next trial?"

Nightfall: "???"

Ye Jin expressed his dissatisfaction that he had only managed to steal one sword from Song Heming throughout the entire match. He reluctantly took Song Heming's storage bag, found a spot to empty it, and poured out several swords, which he then pocketed. He then returned the storage bag to Song Heming.

Song Heming didn't mind at all, and even lectured his junior brothers with a sense of righteous indignation: "See?"

Song Hemian: "This is called effective offering."

Nightfall: "..."