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If things had progressed at the usual pace, the competition should have been more than halfway through by now.

But they have just finished their first trial, and the second trial ended prematurely due to the actions of certain individuals.

According to the consensus of the sect leaders, everyone still wanted to conclude the competition within the agreed time.

Three months after the Grand Competition concludes, the Immortal Spirit Sword Pavilion will officially open. Before then, they will use the rankings from this Grand Competition to select outstanding sword cultivators who can be sent to the Sword Pavilion.

"In short..." The sect leader of the Medicine King Sect concluded, "Time cannot be delayed; we must proceed as soon as possible."

Since that's the case, the Qingyun Sect Master nodded and said, "Then let them go to Wuxiang Temple."

The Grand Competition was, after all, jointly initiated by the five sect leaders, and served as a touchstone for their disciples. If they wanted to delay it for a while, it was actually possible if the five sect leaders agreed.

But the Immortal Spirit Sword Pavilion is different. The guardian of the Immortal Spirit Sword Pavilion is a powerful sword cultivator who has been living in seclusion for many years. It is said that the guardian's strength is the number one in the Yuan Yue Continent. Even the current sect leaders combined are no match for him.

He did not belong to any sect or family, usually kept to himself, had no friends, and no one even knew his name. They only knew that he controlled the Sword Pavilion, and outsiders had no way to delay him.

In order to ensure that those spirited youngsters could successfully obtain their natal spirit swords after the competition, the sect leaders of the various sects made a decision in just one hour to change the location of the second trial to Wuxiang Temple.

Of course……

To prevent any unexpected events from occurring during the trial, this trial, like the Questioning Pool, will have several referees entering the secret realm together with the contestants.

For example, the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect, several elders of the Medicine King Sect, and Cheng Jiangui...

Cheng Jiangui didn't want to go in; he wanted to watch Shen Qingqing's antics from outside the Void Domain. It was the Wind and Thunder Sect Master who forcibly pulled him by the hair and dragged him back to the Wind and Thunder Sect.

When he returned, Xiao Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking aggrieved, and muttered softly, "You're taking revenge on me. I'm going to report this to the central government, to the central government!"

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect casually grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Just three days after the Questioning Pool event ended, the mischievous kids from various sects gathered again on the competition stage.

The same opening as before, the same participants.

The difference is that Shen Tingsong was the one who was struck out.

The young alchemist had just finished his tribulation last night and spent the night digesting it. He rushed over without even having dinner the next day, completely bewildered and unaware of what had happened.

Yunxi waved to him and said with a touch of emotion, "Shen Tingsong, do you know how much water I drank so that you could participate in the competition with us?"

Shen Tingsong: "???"

Shen Tingsong hadn't expected that he, a contestant who had already taken leave, would have to return to the competition arena. He hesitated for several seconds before slowly speaking, like a calm Kapibal: "Well... thank you..."

The auspicious time has arrived.

This time, the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect didn't even bother to explain the rules. He ran onto the arena and kicked everyone into the Wuxiang Temple.

Cheng Jiangui specially added two more photo stones, wanting to record his apprentices' shining moments.

As soon as the recording stone was opened, it didn't capture the disciple's image, but rather the hurried face of the Wind and Thunder Sect Master.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect kicked Cheng Jiangui into the Wuxiang Temple as well.

The perspective shifted, and everyone found themselves in a new world.

"There has indeed been progress; it's not the old-fashioned secret realm of the forest valley anymore," Yunxi said, stroking her chin with a serious expression.

"but……"

The little girl immediately bristled, "Why are we on a cliff?"

The starting point of Musou-ji Temple is on the edge of a precarious cliff.

If she had fallen directly onto the cliff, Yunxi felt she probably wouldn't have said anything.

However, when she came in, a sect leader from the Wind and Thunder Sect approached her and, out of personal vendetta, kicked her a little too hard, sending the girl flying quite a distance.

The moment they entered, everyone else was on the cliff face.

Only Yunxi was detached from the cliff and was falling vertically downwards at the speed of a free dive.

"!!!"

Yunxi's little brain worked quickly, and a snake blood vine emerged, spreading rapidly upwards. She found a nearby landmark and lightly tied it up.

She tied it around Cheng Jiangui's neck.

Cheng Jiangui felt extremely suffocated. For a moment, he saw his great-grandmother, who had been gone for many years, smiling kindly at him from above the cliff.

Cheng Jiangui blushed crimson: "I'm...I'm going to die..."

"..."

Nightfall sighed, stepped forward, grabbed the Serpent Blood Vine with one hand, and began to reel in his junior sister with a practiced, knitting motion.

Cheng Jiangui breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes welling up with tears: "Waaaaah, Ye Jin~"

Nightfall: "..."

On the other side of the cliff was a dilapidated temple, and from a distance, there were many monks.

The sound of the scriptures came from afar, solemn and dignified.

Because the area here is too narrow and there are many participants, if a fight breaks out at this time, it may cause the cliff to collapse, resulting in mutual destruction.

Song Heming took the initiative to ask, "How about we fight after we enter Wuxiang Temple?"

Xiao Song's opinion was very friendly to the non-sword cultivators present.

Lu Qiwu quickly nodded and gave him a thumbs up: "You're a good person~"

Of course, there are also dissenting voices.

For example, a disciple from the Qingyun Sect in the crowd protested in a low voice, quite dissatisfied: "Only those talisman cultivators, alchemists, and weapon cultivators need to consider these things. We sword cultivators can just fly over even if a cliff collapses."

That person felt that Song Heming's suggestion was unfair to sword cultivators.

Song Heming didn't seem to mind. "Do as you please. I was just offering a suggestion."

The Qingyun Sect disciples cautiously glanced to the side.

The boy instantly drew his sword, his expression arrogant, his desire to fight palpable.

"Whoosh~"

A young man in red appeared from a short distance away, effortlessly drew his sword, and severed the token at the young man's waist, sending the two of them away.

Nightfall glanced at his score, let out a long sigh, and said, "That feels good~"

The mischievous child, who had been holding back for half a competition, was about to awaken in the secret realm of Wuxiang Temple.

Song Heming's hair stood on end, a vague sense of foreboding creeping over him.

As the wise man knows when to yield, Xiao Song volunteered, "You guys go first, we'll leave!"

He grabbed his junior brother and tried to fly to the other side of the cliff.

Just as the boy stepped onto the Xuan Sword, he was propelled upwards against the wind when, a loud "thud" sounded the next second.

Song Heming crashed into an invisible wall and was bounced back on the spot.

On the opposite side of the cliff, outside Wuxiang Temple, a blue-robed monk appeared out of nowhere.

The monk, with a kind expression, said softly, "Swords are not permitted within Wuxiang Temple."