You remained chaste on your wedding night, do you really think this holy son is a simp?

In front of the main seat in the main hall.

Wang Meng stared intently at the magic sword on the ground, his saliva almost dripping from his mouth.

That's a third-tier magic sword.

For a disciple like him who rose through the ranks from the outer sect, let alone a third-tier weapon, even a slightly sharp first-tier weapon would be treasured as a family heirloom.

Now, the sword lies at his feet.

A faint, cold light flowed across the sword's surface, and even from a distance, one could feel a bone-chilling coldness, and even hear a faint humming sound emanating from within the sword.

That's spirituality, a phenomenon only found in high-level magical artifacts.

Wang Meng stretched out his hands, trembling as he picked up the sword. He looked up at Gu Changyuan in the high position with disbelief and said excitedly.

"Holy Son, this...this is really for me?"

"I didn't do anything big, and I feel uneasy taking such a valuable thing."

As he spoke, Gu Changyuan leaned back in his chair, looked at Wang Meng's unsophisticated appearance, curled his lip in disdain, nodded impatiently, and said.

"Just take it, why all the nonsense? What? It's too hot to handle? If it's too hot, put it down. Plenty of people want it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng felt a jolt.

Let go? That's impossible, absolutely impossible.

He quickly hugged the sword to his chest, holding it tightly, afraid that Gu Changyuan would change his mind.

Despite being scolded by the Holy Son, he was so happy he was practically snotting from his nose.

Wang Meng stood up, looking flattered, and casually swung the third-tier magic sword a couple of times.

It didn't take much effort, and I didn't even infuse much spiritual energy.

Two sharp whooshing sounds suddenly rang out in the air.

But where the sword blade passed, visible ripples appeared in the air, and the pebbles on the ground were directly pulverized by the sword energy.

Fine sword.

It is truly an unparalleled sword!

Gu Changyuan waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"Alright, alright, stop making a fool of yourself here. Get down here and get used to this sword. If you lose, I'll skin you alive."

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was so excited that he almost knelt down and kowtowed again.

He shouted it out.

"Rest assured, Your Highness, the mission will be accomplished!"

After saying this, he picked up his sword and strode confidently out of the hall.

That gait was so forceful, it showed no regard for family or friends.

The disciples around Wang Meng looked at the sword in his hand with envy and jealousy.

"What incredible luck did Wang Meng have?"

"Just because we're going to fight that Lin Chen? The Holy Son rewarded him with a third-tier magic sword?"

"I should have signed up to fight Lin Chen too. Why can't I have this kind of good opportunity?"

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Wang Meng straightened his back even more.

Half an hour later.

Martial Arts Arena, Arena Number Seven.

The sect competition was very efficient, with the first few rounds of elimination matches proceeding very quickly.

Soon, the referee's voice rang out on the ring.

"Next match: Lin Chen, an outer sect disciple, versus Wang Meng, an inner sect disciple!"

This shout instantly quieted down the previously noisy training ground.

All eyes turned to them.

After all, Lin Chen's performance of kowtowing in the main hall, showing his ability to bend and stretch, left a deep impression on many people.

Then Lin Chen walked out from the crowd.

He changed into slightly cleaner clothes, but there was still some dust on his knees that hadn't been brushed off.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto the ring.

Despite the humiliation he had suffered, Lin Chen now wore an inexplicable air of confidence.

It could even be described as a mysterious sense of superiority.

He stood on one side of the ring, his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, looking around with a world-weary gaze, and said in a low voice.

"This is it. I just took a look at the list, and that Wang Meng is just an ordinary inner disciple."

"His cultivation level is only at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining stage, about the same as mine."

Lin Chen had an almost blind trust in his own abilities.

"Who do I think I am?"

"I am the chosen one, a man destined to stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Although I haven't made my mark yet, being invincible among those of the same level is the standard."

"I'm someone with great luck, so these small fry are just stepping stones to give me experience."

"As long as I defeat him, I can advance in rank and gradually obtain the Five Elements Spiritual Fruits. Then..."

"Watch how I shine in a moment and make that blind fool Gu Changyuan regret it."

Just then, Wang Meng came up from the opposite side of the arena.

Unlike Lin Chen, whose hands were empty.

Wang Meng was carrying a sword. The scabbard looked quite ordinary; he had deliberately found a broken scabbard to cover it up in order to avoid attracting attention.

Wang Meng looked at Lin Chen opposite him, feeling incredibly pleased. He lowered his head, looked at the sword in his hand, and muttered to himself.

"Lin Chen, Lin Chen, you're really unlucky today. Of all people to run into, you had to run into me."

Wang Meng gently stroked the sword hilt, feeling the cool touch it sent wafting through his fingers.

"This sword in my hand is a third-tier magic sword, a third-tier one, and it even has a sword spirit inside."

"Don't even mention a useless Qi Refining stage cultivator like you. Even if a senior brother who has just established his foundation comes along, I can still put up a fight with him."

In this world of cultivation, the difference in equipment can sometimes be more fatal than the difference in cultivation level.

Using a third-tier magic sword to attack a Qi Refining stage cultivator is no different from driving a tank into a bicycle.

That's crushing.

A pure example of dimensional reduction.

Wang Meng looked up at Lin Chen, who was still posing, his eyes full of mockery.

"Keep pretending, I'll see how you cry later."

At this moment, the referee saw that both of them were standing in position and waved his hand.

"The competition begins!"

The voice just fell.

Lin Chen moved.

Instead of rushing to attack, he first adopted what he thought was a very cool stance.

He had his legs slightly bent, one hand in front and the other behind, and his body was brimming with spiritual energy.

He even beckoned to Wang Meng with his finger, looking arrogant, and said.

"Make your move. Don't say I didn't give you a chance; I'll let you have three moves."

The disciples watching below couldn't help but comment upon hearing this.

"Has Lin Chen lost his mind?"

"Wang Meng is known for his great strength, how dare he let him have three moves?"

"He's probably still a bit dazed from kowtowing so much."

Wang Meng, who was on the other side, was also stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed in anger and said.

"Give me three moves?"

"Fine, since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish."

After saying that, Wang Meng didn't waste any more words. He gripped the hilt of the sword with one hand and slowly raised the third-tier magic sword.

A clear, crisp sound of a sword ringing out rang out.

Wang Meng did not fully draw his sword; only a section of the blade was visible.

But this section of the sword suddenly burst forth with an astonishingly cold light.

Wang Meng looked at Lin Chen, sneered, and shouted loudly.

"Boy, stop spouting nonsense. Prepare to be defeated by the third-tier magic sword bestowed upon me by the Holy Son. This one strike will send you home!"

After saying that, Wang Meng suddenly drew his sword.

In an instant, a terrifying spiritual pressure swept across the entire area.

Lin Chen, who was still immersed in his dream of becoming an overnight sensation, suddenly felt a chill run through his body.

That was an instinctive reaction that made the hairs on one's body stand on end.

He suddenly snapped out of his daze and stared intently at what Wang Meng was holding.

The sword in Wang Meng's hand was radiant with light, its sword energy crisscrossing, cutting through the surrounding air with a hissing sound.

That's no ordinary iron at all!

Lin Chen's eyes widened instantly, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

His expression was priceless, and then he shouted.

"Is that a third-tier magic sword?"

"Are you kidding me!"

"How could such a powerful weapon appear in an outer sect competition?"

"This isn't fair!"