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Renbao stepped onto the stage with her chubby little legs, and everyone's eyes followed her small figure.

Renbao first patted the boulder and placed his hands on it.

"Is this little baby trying to lift the boulder with his bare hands?"

"She doesn't know any mystical arts?"

"Coming to a magical duel without knowing any mystical arts? Isn't that a joke?"

Seeing that Renbao hadn't made a move for a long time, the Xuan Shi people couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with mockery and curiosity as they looked at her.

"How high should we raise it?" Renbao looked at the gatekeeper, unsure of what to do.

The Taoist priest in charge of the gate said, "Just lift it off the ground."

Renbao opened his chubby little hands and sighed in his childish voice, "But Renbao can't control his strength. What if he breaks the boulder? Will we have to pay for it?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Little one, that boulder in front of you weighs a ton. Do you think you can move it with your bare hands? Absolutely not!"

"Yes, if a little baby doesn't know any mystical arts, it's best not to try it. If they cry later, there will be no one to comfort them."

Renbao snorted and said in a strong voice, "I won't cry!"

Wow, this little baby has quite a temper.

A keen interest gleamed in everyone's eyes.

Renbao assumed a horse stance, supporting the boulder with both hands, and with a "hey-ha" sound, she tried it out first.

The boulder remained completely still.

"You..." The gatekeeper had just opened his mouth to comfort Renbao when his eyes suddenly froze.

Renbao took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and lifted the boulder over his head, turning it around to face the sorcerer below.

"I've lifted it up!" Renbao said proudly, showing off his skills from all angles before putting the boulder down.

Bang! The gate to the inner altar and the ground they were standing on trembled.

The commotion was so great that the sorcerers held their breath, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.

The sorcerer who moved the boulder to its highest point off the ground was only six inches away.

The exquisitely beautiful baby in front of us was not only lifted above our heads, but when we put him down, a crack appeared on the stone surface with a loud thud.

With a deafening roar, the boulder shattered completely, sending fragments flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The sorcerers all raised their sleeves to cover their faces.

The disdain on the faces of the sorcerers who had just finished playing with Renbao's crickets completely froze, and they stared at the small figure amidst the swirling dust of stones with their mouths slightly open.

Renbao spread his five fingers and said somewhat embarrassedly to the Taoist priest in charge of the gate, "I didn't control my strength and broke the stone. I don't have the money to pay for it."

She clutched the purse tightly, pouted, and looked up at him with teary eyes.

The supervising Taoist priest subconsciously touched her head, took half a step forward to shield her behind him, and said in a calm voice, suppressing the gasps that followed the astonishment of the crowd: "Su Renbao of Qingshan Temple, you have passed this test."

Renbao raised his eyebrows in delight. Did this mean he wouldn't have to pay compensation?

She slowly loosened her grip on the money bag, beaming with joy as she prepared to step through the door to the inner altar.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, a very defiant voice came from below.

Renbao looked over in confusion.

The Taoist priest in the green robe bowed to the gatekeeper, his brows furrowed as he stared at Renbao. He questioned, "This child is only about three years old. How could he possess such immense power to shatter the boulder that the previous elders couldn't lift above their heads? In my opinion, someone must have been secretly helping him."

Upon hearing this, all the sorcerers nodded in agreement.

"Yes, if Qingshan Temple had such a talented disciple, it would have become famous long ago and would have been appointed as a junior celestial master by the imperial court. Why would it need to compete with us sorcerers?"

"I also have my doubts. I'm sure everyone helped her behind the scenes. If she gets away with this, it won't be fair at all!"

The Taoist priest raised his hand, and everyone fell silent.

"I observed the whole thing quietly, and no one secretly helped me," the supervising Taoist said in a deep voice, then looked at Renbao, "How much of your strength did you use just now?"

Renbao held up three little fingers: "Thirty percent."

30%!

The crowd erupted in uproar. Xuan Shi, who had initially questioned Ren Bao, scoffed, "A load of lies."

Renbao stepped down, and she was somewhat angry.

Little Yama was never one to suffer injustice. He strode up to him and said, "Renbao wasn't lying. The little celestial master you were talking about is me."

Renbao took a token out of his pocket and held it up.

The sorcerers retreated in alarm: "This token is imbued with demonic energy!"

They stared in horror at the jet-black token in Renbao's hand. The overwhelming pressure made everyone present feel breathless, and their heads drooped three inches.

"Demonic energy?" Renbao exclaimed in surprise, glancing at the token in his hand.

Oops, I took the wrong one.

She tossed the token back into her pocket and pulled out the Celestial Master's Tablet: "Found it, this is it."

The sorcerers stared intently, their pupils shrinking sharply.

It really is!

"Are you the imperial court's junior celestial master?" an old Taoist priest asked.

Renbao nodded: "Yes."

The old Taoist priest asked, "From Qingshan Temple?"

Renbao nodded.

The old Taoist priest said, "Then why have I never heard of you before?"

Renbao said crisply, "You should ask Xuanxuan about that. Xuanxuan sent me."

The old Taoist priest swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "The Xuanxuan you're talking about, could it be Daoxuan, the abbot of Qingshan Temple?"

"Yes." Renbao pointed to the door leading to the inner altar, tilting her little head as she asked, "Can I go in now?"

The green-robed hermit remained defiant: "I refuse to accept this; the token could be fake!"

Renbao exclaimed, rolling up his sleeves, "Shall we have a fight?"

The green-robed hermit sneered, "Come on then, don't cry!"

He took out the Soul-Suppressing Banner, but before he could wave it, he heard Renbao shout "Hey ha!" and rushed over like a little calf with its head down. Startled, he had just made a hand seal when he was suddenly sent flying into the air.

The sky is so blue, and the land is so vast.

"Help!"

The man in the green robe cried out in terror.

Renbao looked up, scratched his head, and looked at the green-robed hermit who had shrunk into a dark shadow. He scratched his head again and said softly, "I only used ten percent of my strength, how did he fly up?"

All the mystical warriors: !!!

Renbao looked at them, looking somewhat helpless. Oh no, they'd lifted people up to the sky.

Urgent, what should I do?

The monks said, "Little Celestial Master Renbao, we believe in you. If you hit him, you can't hit us!"

A crack appeared on the calm and composed face of the gatekeeper. He whistled, and a huge crane took flight, catching the falling scholar in green robes.

Renbao exclaimed in surprise, becoming even more determined to become the champion of the Mystic Arts Tournament.

She wants a mythical beast mount.

Renbao saw that everyone looked at her with fear in their eyes, and she nodded with satisfaction. Yes, that's exactly it.

She's like a little devil, so powerful wherever she goes!

Renbao's chubby little legs stepped over the threshold, and his small figure disappeared into the outer altar.

The supervising Taoist transmitted a message to the altar master of Zhiwei Valley: "Master, the boulder used for the first trial was shattered by Su Renbao of Qingshan Temple. A new boulder needs to be moved here."

On the high platform within the inner altar, the white-haired Taoist priest, seated on the main seat, paused, stunned: "The boulder shattered?"

The other Taoist priests all showed surprise upon hearing this.

Who shattered the boulder?

The Taoist priest in charge of the gate replied, "She is a three-year-old child. Not only does she possess the Celestial Master's token, but she also has a token from the Demon Realm."

The Taoist priests of Zhiwei Valley were all shocked.

The amount of information conveyed in that sentence was so great that, when combined, it left them stunned and unable to process it.

The altar master raised his hand, and the giant boulder pressing down on the mountain peak flew straight towards the outer altar, landing steadily on the platform: "So be it if it's broken. What was that child's name?"

A little baby dressed in a black ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and carrying a large bag appeared in the inner altar. All eyes immediately fell on her, especially on the mystical practitioners who had come to participate in the conference.

They knew very well that the only people who could appear in the inner altar were the Taoists from Zhiwei Valley and their competitors.

A three-year-old child can lift a boulder weighing thousands of kilograms. What terrifying strength that is!

The altar master's gaze fell on Renbao: "She's here. I'll ask her myself."

She sat on the main seat on the high platform of Renbao, her eyes burning with desire; she wanted to sit in that seat too!

Before she could even put down her luggage, a deep, aged voice reached her ears.

"Little child, where do you come from? What is your name? What brings you here?"