After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Linzhou finally took pity on him and let him go.

Lin Zhixu didn't even have the strength to get up. He lay on the edge of the bed, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been taken apart and put back together.

But the effects are also significant.

The stagnant spiritual energy that had been blocking his dantian for a whole month was now flowing gently.

It felt like some force had opened up my meridians, and I felt an indescribable sense of ease throughout my body.

He could clearly feel that the barrier had finally been broken through.

He silently broke through to the sixth level of Qi Refining during the most out-of-control moment last night.

Even due to Yu Linzhou's excessive irrigation, he directly broke through to the next level, reaching the eighth level of Qi Refining in one fell swoop.

Yu Linzhou leaned against the headboard. "What's wrong? Can you get up?"

Lin Zhixu did not respond.

He slowly sat up, propped himself up on the bed, looked down at the marks on his body, and then looked up at Yu Linzhou.

Yu Linzhou understood immediately and used a spell to clean up the traces for him.

He then got up and dressed, his movements fluid and graceful, and in a moment he was back to his usual impeccably dressed self as the Immortal Venerable Feng Heng.

When Lin Zhixu got out of bed, his legs suddenly felt weak.

He remained expressionless, took out a handful of pills from his storage bag, and stuffed them into his mouth as if they were Yu Linzhou, chewing them fiercely.

Yu Linzhou: "..."

He casually pulled his collar up to cover the mark he had deliberately left on the side of his neck.

"Let's go."

The restrictions outside the courtyard had been lifted at some point.

The morning light shines on the stone path of Qiyue Peak, and the air is filled with the unique, refreshing scent of the bamboo forest.

Lin Zhixu took a deep breath and had never felt the air outside so sweet.

……

On the training ground, all the disciples of the elders from each peak had arrived.

On the high platform, only the easternmost position remained empty.

The elders whispered among themselves.

"Didn't Immortal Venerable Feng Heng say he would bring his disciple this time? Why is he still nowhere to be seen at this hour?"

"Immortal Venerable Wucang has already taken his seat with his disciples, only the master and disciple are missing. It's true that like master, like disciple."

"Keep your voice down, or he'll hold a grudge if he hears you say that."

The man fell silent, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person being discussed had not yet arrived.

The disciples below were also whispering among themselves. Many were growing impatient, frequently glancing around: "Why hasn't it started yet? Who hasn't arrived? Who's so arrogant as to make everyone wait for them?"

"Rumor has it that wherever Immortal Venerable Wu Cang is, Immortal Venerable Feng Heng is sure to be there as well. But Immortal Venerable Feng Heng isn't here today; he's probably waiting for him."

Upon hearing the words "Immortal Venerable Feng Heng," those who had been complaining fell silent.

Luo Yiyan stood behind Yan Lingcang, her gaze fixed on the empty seat, her brows furrowing slightly.

He didn't care whether Yu Linzhou came or not; he was just worried that Lin Zhixu was still imprisoned and not allowed to come out even at such an important moment.

Just then, a streak of purple light flashed across the distant horizon.

The noise in the training ground gradually subsided.

A stream of light fell on the platform. Yu Linzhou, dressed in a purple robe, landed without moving his clothes and lazily sat down in the empty seat reserved for him.

Behind him followed a young man in a dark purple robe with a cold expression.

"I'm a little late, please forgive me." Yu Linzhou casually cupped his hands towards the high platform, his tone revealing no trace of apology.

Who else would dare to say anything bad about him? They all shook their heads with smiles.

Yu Linzhou glanced at Yan Lingcang beside him, a cryptic smile playing on his lips: "Immortal Venerable Wucang has emerged from seclusion? Congratulations. I heard your disciple recently made another breakthrough? What a coincidence, my disciple also made a slight progress last night."

Yan Lingcang glanced at him indifferently: "Oh, congratulations."

Yu Linzhou gritted his teeth.

I hate his deadpan expression the most.

Upon seeing Lin Zhixu, Luo Yiyan hesitated, then leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

Lin Zhixu shook his head: "I'm fine."

Luo Yiyan was finally relieved.

With everyone present, the competition officially began.

The rules are simple: opponents are drawn by lot, and the top three teams compete against each other.

Weapons are allowed, but underhanded tactics are not. Anyone found using them will be expelled from the sect.

The lottery box was passed down from the high platform, and the disciples stepped forward one by one to draw their own numbers.

Lin Zhixu's draw number was relatively late, which gave him time to observe the strength of the others.

The previous matches were not very interesting. Most of the participants were beginners with skills between the first and third levels of Qi Refining. Their exchanges were unremarkable and ended quickly.

He was only curious about who Luo Yiyan had drawn.

With Luo Yiyan's current cultivation level, he is already one of the top newcomers, and in theory, there are few people who can rival him.

The system spoke up at the opportune moment: [Based on the original story, his opponent should be Chu Yuxiu.]

Lin Zhixu raised an eyebrow: "You finally decided to come out. I called you for so long yesterday, why didn't you respond?"

System: [To protect the host's privacy, the system will automatically trigger blocking under certain circumstances. I also want to ask the host what happened last night, why has it been blocked for so long?]

Lin Zhixu said expressionlessly, "Children shouldn't pry into adult matters."

The system wisely shut up.

As they were talking, the elder referee called out Luo Yiyan's name.

However, his opponent was a disciple of Qingyun Peak, not Chu Yuxiu.

The system was also somewhat confused: [This shouldn't be happening. Logically, the lottery should be random yet contain plot elements; this kind of deviation shouldn't occur. Could it be that your presence caused the plot to deviate?]

Lin Zhixu: [That's possible. After all, in the original story, "Lin Zhixu" wasn't qualified to participate in this competition. Now that I'm standing here, the entire draw sequence has been disrupted.]

System: [What should we do then? Chu Yuxiu was also a cannon fodder supporting character in the original story. It was precisely because Luo Yiyan offended him that his father, in order to avenge him, punished Luo Yiyan, causing Luo Yiyan to be bullied, which gave Yan Lingcang the opportunity to protect his wife.]

Lin Zhixu: [So what do you want to do? The draw results are already out, you can't possibly change them, can you?]

System: [I'll try to correct it. Anyway, this is only the first round; there are still several rounds to come. I'm sure I'll have a chance to draw Chu Yuxiu.]

Lin Zhixu: [Then you need to think of a solution quickly. If Chu Yuxiu loses in the first round, this storyline will end.]

System: [Let me check who Chu Yuxiu's opponent is.]

After a few breaths, its tone relaxed somewhat, "[Fortunately, his opponents aren't strong; he should win the first round. We can figure out a way to get them all together later, and that should be enough.]"

On the field, Luo Yiyan's match has already begun.

His opponent was not weak, but he was still a step below Luo Yiyan.

Amidst the clashing swords, Luo Yiyan moved with agility, gaining the upper hand in just a few moves, eliciting a chorus of gasps from the disciples watching from below the stage.