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"What a pity..." Yunxi rested her chin on her hand, and since she was already eliminated, she started to boast shamelessly, "If I hadn't withdrawn from the competition, I would definitely have made it into the top three and won a lot of money."

After saying that, she shamelessly turned to the Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect and asked, "Does this count as a sacrifice for the competition? Can I get a Best Contribution Award?"

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

"Look!" someone exclaimed excitedly, "Xie Mo has finished drawing!"

Shemer has just finished the final round, and the spiritual energy has taken shape, leaving a near-perfect pattern on your surface.

Clearly, the champion has been decided.

The Third Elder nodded in satisfaction, his eyes brimming with desire: "Good, good, good..."

The old man was so excited he didn't know what to say. Just a short while ago, he had hoped Xie Mo would give up becoming a talisman cultivator, and everyone had even drawn the finish line for the young man before the Nascent Soul stage.

But it seems that their day and night prayers earned Shermer a beautiful and real dream.

Xie Mo put down the rune pen and glanced over.

He gave the Third Elder a reassuring smile, as if to tell everyone,

From beginning to end, he lived up to the status of a personal disciple bestowed upon him by the Lingxiao Sect.

Yunxi's hair blossomed, and she waved happily.

Not far from Xie Mo, Lu Qiwu, even after missing the championship and hearing the thunderous applause from the audience, showed no change in expression. At this moment, he resolutely completed the final stroke.

The two people were less than twenty seconds apart.

Lu Qiwu breathed a sigh of relief. At the moment the runes ended, he finally transformed from a serious rune cultivator back into the carefree senior brother of the Wuji Sect, shrugging at Xie Mo, "You won again."

Xie Mo nodded: "You flatter me."

It's not about yielding.

Lu Qiwu knew perfectly well that at first they had only placed their bets on each other in a joking manner, but once they entered this sacred arena, the two talisman cultivators started to get carried away and were doing their best to complete the competition with the utmost seriousness.

Despite losing to Xie Mo, Lu Qiwu felt no regret, and although he lost the match, he got his bet money back.

He raised an eyebrow smugly. "Your betting money is gone."

"Ah..." Xie Mo's smile deepened: "I didn't bet."

"?"

"??"

"???"

Lu Qiwu's smile instantly vanished, replaced by a look of utter confusion.

Xie Mo stated, "That gambling den was run by the Third Elder."

The old man was a famous talisman cultivator; he earned more money than he could spend and would occasionally donate funds to a few businesses.

Sometimes, when Xie Mo did well in his studies, the Third Elder would even casually give him a few shops.

For example, this gambling den was originally under the Third Elder's name, but was later given to Xie Mo. The manager was just a laborer.

Xie Mo handed over all his spirit stones to him, and then secretly went to his door and quietly withdrew his bet. His actions were so smooth and skillful that they were truly astonishing.

"???"

Lu Qiwu felt like the sky had fallen, and still unconvinced, he asked, "Then what are you going to act in?"

Xie Mo looked completely innocent: "It's nothing, just putting some pressure on you."

Lu Qiwu is the type of person who likes to be expected of and pushed. If no one is betting on him, the young man might actually give up.

But Xie Mo's act of betting his entire fortune in front of everyone made him feel flattered and overwhelmed with pressure, to the point that he wanted to die on the spot. He had no intention of giving up anymore.

Xie Mo just felt that this would make the competition more exciting.

Not only could Lu Qiwu not afford to slack off, but the spectators were also suffering terribly during the match, since they had all bet on him, and he was suspected of fixing the game.

In fact, Xie Mo is the kind of person who really dislikes gambling. She doesn't like gambling, nor does she like others placing bets on her. She doesn't want to bear that kind of pressure, so she simply acts up a little.

It has to be said that Xie Mo's fake bet this time almost fooled everyone.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect suddenly recalled his previous evaluation of Xie Mo.

Crawling into someone else's bed to pee—a repressed and wicked act.

This assessment remains relevant today; it couldn't be more relevant.

Lu Qiwu pondered for a moment, then put on a stern face: "Xie Mo..."

He wanted to speak up for himself: "I may not be human, but you are a real dog."

Xie Mo offered to treat everyone.

Lu Qiwu immediately fell silent. "I want to eat the most expensive one."

It took only a few seconds for the argument to turn into a reconciliation.

Yunxi exclaimed, "Fu Xiu is really rich!"

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in the little girl's head. On a whim, she grabbed the dragon bone sword she had previously rejected and eagerly tried to appease it, saying, "We're the best in the world!"

Even a fool could guess what she was thinking: "..."

The Talisman Cultivation Competition ended quickly, with Xie Mo taking first place and Lu Qiwu second.

While everyone was discussing, Yunxi sneaked back to the arena, intending to steal her second senior brother's egg as well. It was her own stuff, so why not take it?

As a result, she was bumped into by the Third Elder, who was also stealing eggs.

The old man instinctively clutched the egg to his chest, indicating, "This is not for eating."

"???"

Yunxi was dumbfounded: "But after the runes were drawn on, the egg was already a dead egg."

If the eggs don't hatch, what's the point of keeping them?

The Third Elder tossed over a spirit stone card with a disgruntled expression, then carefully cradled the egg like a patriarch protecting his cub: "Anyway, you can't eat it."

Yunxi pursed her lips.

In the end, the old man gave her a bit too much, and the little girl ran away whining.

……

Fu Xiu's competition ended that day.

The Third Elder left with the egg in his pocket, traveling a long and dusty journey from the Wind and Thunder Sect to the outskirts of Qinghe City.

They arrived at the cave where he had once lived.

The Third Elder broke the seal and went inside alone.

He lightly placed the egg in front of his disciple's memorial tablet.

After a short while, the old man chuckled softly.

"At least you have a conscience and found me a decent successor."

The disciple's spiritual fire had long since gone out, and no one answered in the cave.

A gentle breeze brushed past the old man.

……

The competition is now down to the sword cultivator contest and the final team battle.

There were many sword cultivators, making the competition process complex.

Competitions involving artifacts, pills, and talismans typically last only half a day to a day, while sword cultivator competitions can last up to a month and a half.

The closer the day got, the more tense the atmosphere became among the sword cultivators.

The competition among the participants was conducted by drawing lots, with each pair forming a one-on-one elimination match.

Yunxi only saw her opponent's name the day before the competition started.

On the token screen, the enemy assigned to the little girl...

It is Li Huan of the Yuntian Sect.