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The defeated disciple accepted his defeat wholeheartedly, cupping his hands in thanks to Luo Yiyan, "Thank you for your guidance, I humbly admit my inferiority."

Luo Yiyan returned the greeting: "You flatter me."

The elders on the stage praised Yan Lingcang highly.

"As expected of Immortal Venerable Wu Cang, your teaching is excellent. Your disciple has only been in school for a few months, yet he has already broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining. Such talent is truly rare."

"No wonder the Immortal Venerable broke his ten-thousand-year tradition of not accepting disciples; it turns out he had finally found a truly talented individual."

Yu Linzhou pursed his lips and rolled his eyes.

He's only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. If his disciple goes on stage later, he'll scare you to death.

Luo Yiyan stood in the center of the field. Upon hearing these words, her cheeks flushed slightly, but she still respectfully bowed to the high platform.

He subconsciously turned his head and found Lin Zhixu in the crowd, then smiled at him.

Lin Zhixu smiled slightly and nodded.

Yu Linzhou had been watching him closely and noticed the smile on his lips, which made him even more displeased with Luo Yiyan.

That wild man who seduced his good apprentice is such an eyesore.

Soon it was Lin Zhixu's turn.

His opponent was also a disciple of Qingyun Peak.

However, the other party was not as polite as Luo Yiyan's opponent.

As soon as Lin Zhixu stood still, the other person snorted through his nose and rolled his eyes.

Lin Zhixu frowned. What's wrong with him? Looks like I'll have to teach him manners later.

The elder referee announced loudly: "Lin Zhixu of Qiyue Peak versus Li Xuan of Qingyun Peak. The match begins."

Just as Lin Zhixu was about to make a move, his opponent raised his hand, as if he had something he absolutely had to say: "As expected, Senior Brother Zhang was right. You are an arrogant and conceited scoundrel."

"He doesn't even greet his fellow disciples. Does he really think he's someone important just because he's become a disciple of Immortal Venerable Fengheng?"

Lin Zhixu understood.

So he's Zhao Fengming's lackey. No wonder he barks like that the moment he opens his mouth.

Lin Zhixu said coldly, "Are you sick? If you are, go get treatment. This is a martial arts arena, not a tea room. Stop talking nonsense."

Li Xuan was so speechless by his words that his face turned red.

Before he could say anything more, Lin Zhixu had already drawn his sword and charged at him.

Strike while the iron is hot; once you've defeated him, there'll be plenty of time for idle chatter.

Li Xuan had no choice but to draw his sword and assume a conventional starting stance.

His cultivation level had just reached the fourth level of Qi Refining, which was considered above average among the newcomers of his batch. Logically speaking, he should have been more than capable of dealing with a rumored useless spiritual root.

However, Lin Zhixu's sword light was so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible. Li Xuan only felt a blur before his eyes and subconsciously raised his sword to block.

With a crisp "clang," his entire arm went numb from the shock, and his hand loosened, causing the sword to fly out of his grasp.

The entire room fell silent.

One sword!

He only used one sword!

Li Xuan stood there blankly, maintaining the posture of holding a sword, but his hands were empty.

Lin Zhixu placed the sword against his neck. "You're too kind."

Li Xuan looked down at his still trembling hand, then looked up at the expressionless Lin Zhixu, his lips moving slightly, "Aren't you a good-for-nothing?"

On the high platform, the elders who had just been praising Yan Lingcang fell silent.

Someone gasped first, and then a buzz of discussion erupted: "Li Xuan is at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and he actually deflected his sword with just one strike?!"

"What's this person's cultivation level? Wasn't it said that he was just a mortal before he entered the sect?"

Yu Linzhou finally showed his first genuine smile of the day.

He leaned back comfortably in his chair and said leisurely to the elder beside him, "Please excuse my rudeness. My disciple is still young and doesn't know how to restrain himself, nor does he know how to use his strength."

Other elders: "..."

The elder referee was also shocked for a moment, but quickly recovered and announced that Lin Zhixu had won.

Lin Zhixu sheathed his sword and walked off the stage.

Li Xuan came to his senses, his face full of resentment.

"Wait, I don't accept this! I was careless just now. Let's do it again!"

Lin Zhixu didn't stop walking and ignored him completely.

Does he think he can just do it again whenever he wants? Who does he take him for?

Li Xuan's face darkened for a moment, then he suddenly gathered spiritual power in his palm and attacked Lin Zhixu's back.

Everyone was shocked.

Luo Yiyan exclaimed in alarm, "Zhixu, be careful!"

Yu Linzhou stood up instantly, his face dark and his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

The system immediately warned: [Host, be careful! He's about to ambush you!]

Lin Zhixu remained calm: "I know, I'm on guard against him. I'll make a big move later."

Before Yu Linzhou could make a move, Lin Zhixu had already acted.

The boy seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he dodged to the side, and the palm strike missed its mark, grazing his clothes.

He grabbed Li Xuan's wrist with his backhand, and using Li Xuan's momentum to pull him forward, then swept his foot cleanly, throwing him to the ground.

Li Xuan lost his balance and stumbled to the ground. Before he could get up, a sword was already pressed against the back of his neck.

Lin Zhixu unleashed his cultivation, suppressing Li Xuan completely.

Li Xuan lay on the ground, his face flushed red, his body stiff, and he dared not move.

Lin Zhixu looked down at him, his tone mocking, "Is this the kind of disciple Qingyun Peak teaches? They resort to sneak attacks from behind when they can't win?"

The field was deathly silent.

The elders of Qingyun Peak had ashen faces.

That idiot! He's a disgrace to them.

The elder referee strode forward and announced with a grim face, "Li Xuan, a disciple of Qingyun Peak, has violated the competition rules and is immediately disqualified and expelled from the arena."

He paused, then added, "Afterwards, the case will be handed over to the criminal justice department for legal processing."

Li Xuan was dragged away, and only then did everyone turn their attention to Lin Zhixu.

"Eighth level of Qi Refining?!"

"Wasn't he still considered to have a low-grade spiritual root when his spiritual veins were examined three months ago?"

"From a mortal to the eighth level of Qi Refining in less than three months, that's faster than even the disciple of the Immortal Venerable Wu Cang, who has an exceptional spiritual root!"

Luo Yiyan pushed through the crowd and strode up to Lin Zhixu, her eyes shining brightly: "You've broken through to the eighth level of Qi Refining! That's amazing!"

Yu Linzhou strolled over with his hands behind his back, and everyone quickly made way for him.

He stood between the two of them and subtly separated Luo Yiyan's hand from Lin Zhixu's arm.

He gave Luo Yiyan a standard fake smile: "Junior Nephew Luo, your seats from Wucang Peak are over there."

Luo Yiyan ignored his order to leave and continued talking to Lin Zhixu, bypassing him.

He has now learned to ignore Yu Linzhou. As long as he doesn't cross the line, there's nothing he can do to him.

On the high platform, the elders had recovered from their shock and began to whisper among themselves.

No one expected that the biggest dark horse in this year's newcomer competition would be the disciple with a useless spiritual root whom Yu Linzhou casually took in.

I wonder how they taught them. Is there some kind of secret method?

Yan Lingcang's gaze swept calmly over Lin Zhixu, then glanced at his apprentice's jubilant back, before finally settling on Yu Linzhou.

Yu Linzhou seemed to sense something, turned his head, raised an eyebrow at him, and mouthed something to him.

This time, I will definitely beat you.

Yan Lingcang looked away expressionlessly.

I felt helpless about his competitive spirit.

Even after all these years, he still hasn't let go.