After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Only by successfully establishing one's foundation can one truly step into the threshold of immortal cultivation, possess a lifespan of two hundred years, and have access to a wider world.

Moreover, the secret realm not only contains the main ingredients for Foundation Establishment Pills, but also various spiritual herbs, spirit stones, and opportunities...

If it weren't for the restrictions on the secret realm, which only allows cultivators at the Qi Refining stage and below to enter, even those Core Formation cultivators would probably be envious.

Lin Fengmian stood in the crowd, looking at the huge crowd in front of him, and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

The competition was even fiercer than he had imagined.

But he quickly composed himself and followed the crowd to register.

The rules are simple—players are drawn by lot, the winners advance, and the losers are eliminated.

Ultimately, the top 100 will be eligible to enter the secret realm.

Lin Fengmian received his draw number and silently walked to the side to wait.

Today, he aims to break into the top 100.

Lin Fengmian followed the crowd to register and received a number.

He glanced at his draw number: number thirty-two.

Not bad, it won't take too long.

He walked to the side and waited silently.

……

At the same time, a sinister gaze was fixed on Lin Fengmian's back from within the crowd.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with a cold face and sinister eyes.

His aura was well-concealed; without close inspection, one would mistake him for an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator.

But if a Foundation Establishment cultivator were here, they would be shocked to discover—

This person's cultivation level has actually reached the early stage of Foundation Establishment!

He was wearing some kind of treasure, though it was unclear what it was.

He had perfectly concealed his cultivation level, making him look no different from an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator.

This person is none other than Li Cheng's older brother, Li Dacheng!

He was originally an inner disciple with the cultivation level of early Foundation Establishment. He went out to perform a sect mission a few months ago and has just returned.

Upon returning, he learned that his younger brother, Li Cheng, had been beaten to death on the death stage!

He found his grandfather, Li Yangwei, and learned the culprit—it was none other than that useless furnace cauldron with five spiritual roots, Lin Fengmian!

At that moment, he almost went crazy.

He was his own younger brother, whom he had grown up with since childhood. Although he was a good-for-nothing, he was still a member of the Li family!

He was actually killed by a useless Qi Refining stage cultivator!

He vowed to make Lin Fengmian pay for his crimes in blood!

But Lin Fengmian had been hiding on Qingyue Peak, protected by the Nangong family, so he had no chance to make a move.

Until today—Secret Realm Selection

Having learned that Lin Fengmian would be attending, he mingled into the crowd early on, concealing his cultivation level and waiting for the right opportunity.

Lin Fengmian...

Li Dacheng stared intently at the figure in green robes, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

Today, I will tear you to pieces!

……

Lin Fengmian was completely unaware that he had been targeted.

He stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the battle on the training ground.

The first match has already begun.

The two sides in the battle were a veteran outer disciple who had been in the sect for many years and had reached the tenth level of Qi Refining; and a newcomer who had just been promoted to the outer sect.

The newcomer was clearly nervous; his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

The surrounding audience was buzzing with discussion.

"Tsk, this newcomer is really unlucky, running into Senior Brother Zhou in the very first match."

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhou is at the tenth level of Qi Refining, ranking among the top one hundred in the outer sect."

"This newcomer is finished. He'll probably be blasted out in a few moves."

really.

Less than ten moves into the battle, the newcomer was sent flying by Senior Brother Zhou's sword.

He was thrown heavily onto the martial arts field, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He lay on the ground, his face full of resentment, yet utterly helpless.

The surrounding audience gasped in dismay.

"See? I told you so."

"Sigh, that's reality."

"Oh no, I shouldn't have come here just to make up the numbers!"

The newly initiated outer disciples' morale plummeted upon seeing this.

Lin Fengmian watched, but his heart was not greatly disturbed.

The following matches were all duels between veteran disciples, whose strengths were similar and the fights were evenly matched, but there were no major surprises.

Lin Fengmian found it somewhat boring.

With his current strength, to put it bluntly, these so-called veteran disciples on the stage...

Even if several of them attacked together, they might not be a match for him.

With a cultivation level of eleventh level Qi Refining, a total spiritual power far exceeding that of others at the same level, and the "Sword Qi Transformation into Sound" technique he comprehended during that life-or-death battle...

He was confident that he could fight even a cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

What's more, these fellow disciples in the Qi Refining stage?

He stared blankly, waiting for his number to be called.

……

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of gloating laughter erupted from the audience.

"Which unlucky newcomer has run into Senior Brother Wang Mang again?"

"Hehe, I heard that Senior Brother Wang Mang has already reached the eleventh level of Qi Refining. If he hadn't missed the last opening of the secret realm, he probably would have already become a Foundation Establishment cultivator and entered the inner sect!"

"Huh? Does that mean this kid's going to be crippled?"

The surrounding cultivators booed, their eyes all turning to the young man about to step onto the stage, their gazes filled with pity and schadenfreude.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian looked at the two people on the stage.

Oh, so his name is Zhao Yun'er.

The person on the stage was another new disciple, besides Lin Fengmian, who had passed the illusion test.

That handsome young man, but rather petite.

"What a handsome junior brother! How about becoming my Daoist partner? I can teach you a lot!"

Many female cultivators below the stage were staring at the young man on the stage with predatory eyes, their gazes almost piercing through the air.

It must be said that this young man is indeed handsome.

Her features were exquisite, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and her skin was so white that it was almost transparent. Standing in the sunlight, she seemed to glow.

However, what's lacking is the sharpness and flamboyance of a young man in his eyes and brows.

On the contrary... on the contrary, it is more like the gentleness and charm of a young girl.

Lin Fengmian looked at the slender figure on the stage and raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

interesting.

On the stage, Wang Mang looked at the young man before him and smiled contemptuously:

"Kid, are you going to get off here yourself, or am I going to kick you off?"

He crossed his arms, looking down at Zhao Yun'er with a mocking tone:

"I advise you to go down yourself. Otherwise, if I cripple you, what if your senior sisters blame me? They'll say I bullied a newbie, and that would be so unfair to me!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Although the female cultivators felt sorry for him, they had to admit that Wang Mang was right.

No matter how talented a newly initiated disciple may be, he could never be a match for a seasoned powerhouse like Wang Mang.

However, the young man on the stage only glanced coldly at Wang Mang and parted his thin lips slightly.

"Don't look down on me, come on."

His voice was cold and clear, with a hint of stubbornness.

"Hmph! You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Wang Mang's expression darkened, and his aura suddenly erupted!

The spiritual pressure of the eleventh level of Qi Refining swept out like a tidal wave. His figure blurred, and he rushed towards Zhao Yun'er like a cannonball, throwing a punch with a howling wind!