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After entering the Hundred Ghosts Forest, the Taoist priests cautiously took out their magical artifacts and looked around.

To their surprise, there were no evil spirits in sight, but after they circled around, they realized they couldn't get out of the same place.

This is like being trapped in a maze.

Yan Chen of Zixu Temple took out his peach wood sword, flew into the air, and drew a talisman in one go. The Bagua formation appeared above the Hundred Ghosts Forest, and with a sharp shout, it enveloped the area below.

"break!"

The void echoed with loud thuds, accompanied by the screams of several evil spirits.

The cultivators looked up.

Yan Chen took out his ghost-binding bag and put five or six evil spirits into it.

"As expected of a disciple of Zixu Temple, their Taoist skills are profound."

"Yan Chenxuan, you are young but have a solid foundation in Dao; your future is limitless."

The scholars praised it highly.

Shuanghe straightened her back and slowly walked to Yan Chen's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. Her eyes were full of pride. She glanced at Ren Bao, about to show off, but then paused.

The Taoist priests staring at the bronze mirror were also somewhat taken aback.

Renbao felt sleepy after entering the Hundred Ghosts Forest. She patted Qi Su on the shoulder and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Qi Su thought she had misheard and exclaimed, "Renbao, are you going to sleep?"

There was no response.

Qi Su looked up and saw that Ren Bao had already closed his eyes, his little head swaying back and forth, and he had fallen asleep.

He lifted Renbao down and carried him on his shoulder.

Feeling the gazes directed at him from all directions, he glared fiercely and shouted, "What are you looking at?!"

"As expected of a little kid, this is just nonsense."

"Young Master Qi, it seems you'll have to turn back after this first hurdle."

"I'm afraid of choosing the wrong teammates."

The cultivators teased him relentlessly, their eyes filled with mockery as they looked at Qi Su.

Qi Su scoffed, "None of your business!"

Shuanghe crossed her arms, her eyes haughty: "You think you can pass the test with a burden like this? You'd better get out of here soon, or you'll be surrounded and devoured by evil spirits. Don't blame us for not helping you then."

Renbao lifted his eyelids, covered his ears, looked at her, and muttered, "You disturbed my sleep!"

The Hundred Ghosts Forest suddenly fell silent.

The evil spirits hidden in the shadows scattered in all directions, whispering amongst themselves.

"I think I heard the voice of the King of Hell."

"You heard right, the King of Hell is here! Let's run!"

The cultivators noticed the surrounding yin energy vanish instantly, and their expressions changed: "Not good! The evil spirit is trying to escape."

"Hurry up and chase after them!"

The Taoist priests dispersed in a great uproar.

Yan Chen and Shuang He glanced at Ren Bao, who was still fast asleep, chuckled coldly, and drifted away.

"If you give up on Compal now and team up with me, we still have a chance of winning."

Su Tang slowly appeared in front of Qi Su, her small face tense, a hint of nervousness flashing in her eyes.

Deep down, she still hoped that Qi Su would agree to team up with her. That way, when Ren Bao woke up and found out that she had been abandoned, he would definitely be sad and cry.

She was happy whenever Renbao was sad.

Qi Su refused outright: "No."

He frowned as he stared at Su Tang, a feeling of displeasure rising within him. He had already rejected her, yet she persisted in pursuing him. But after all, she was just a three-year-old child, and Qi Su hadn't said anything unpleasant.

"You'll lose!" Su Tang said angrily, hands on her hips, her eyes full of disbelief. "You and I are from the same sect."

Qi Su narrowed his eyes and scrutinized her: "Fellow disciple? Who is your master?"

"My master's name is Gui Zhang," Su Tang said proudly, unaware that Qi Su's expression had turned cold and his gaze towards her had become more disdainful.

Qi Su picked up Ren Bao and strode into the depths of the forest.

Su Tang was stunned when she heard her master's name and burst into tears.

How could this happen?

Master Xuanke stared at Su Tang and slowly said, "So she is Gui Zhang's disciple. No wonder she has such an inescapable gloomy aura at such a young age."

A disciple from Zhiwei Valley asked, "Senior Uncle, who is this Ghost Chapter?"

"Taoism uses methods of suppressing, sealing, and driving away evil spirits, while the Wu sect, which upholds the covenant between heaven and earth and communicates with the spirits of mountains and rivers, uses shamanic rituals to carry on the spirits." Master Xuanke said in a calm and unhurried tone, "Gui Zhang is the third elder of the Wu sect. He uses shamanic arts to amass wealth, which violates the Wu sect's mandate and is considered a traitor."

The disciple suddenly realized, and looked at Renbao who was still fast asleep. He couldn't help but feel worried for her: "Uncle-Master, Renbao is still too young. She fell asleep as soon as she entered the Hundred Ghosts Forest. She is really heartless."

Master Xuanke remained silent. He had used his spiritual sense to probe Renbao's cultivation level, but it was a complete mess, and he couldn't estimate its depth at all.

"Kid, are you all alone?"

Su Tang walked through the Hundred Ghosts Forest. She used witchcraft to bind several evil spirits, which attracted Shuang He's attention.

Su Tang looked at her warily, took a step back, and nodded.

"Senior brother, why don't we take her along?" Shuanghe looked at Yan Chen, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "She and Renbao don't seem to get along very well."

Yan Chen's gaze fell on Su Tang: "What is your relationship with Ren Bao?"

Su Tang covered her eyes, her small hands clenching her sleeves. Since the downfall of the Marquis's mansion, she had deeply experienced the bitter days of falling from the clouds to the mud, and she was very sensitive to people's emotions.

These two seemingly ethereal and benevolent Taoist priests actually possess a superior sense of arrogance.

They paid attention to her not because of her, but because of Renbao.

Since they both dislike Compal, they can use each other to achieve their goals, resulting in a win-win situation.

Su Tang's eyes reddened slightly, and she deliberately put on a wronged and pitiful look. She told Ren Bao about the fact that she and Ren Bao had switched identities, and said timidly, "My parents don't want me anymore. They even ruined the Marquis's mansion for Ren Bao's sake. They are unfilial to my grandmother and disrespectful to my brother. I hate them."

Shuanghe walked up to her and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "How pitiful. Then come with us. Once you become the champion of the Mystic Arts Tournament, and Renbao is eliminated in the first round, your parents will definitely treat you differently."

Su Tang looked flattered and surprised: "Really? Thank you, sister, thank you, brother."

Disciples from two different sects, each with their own agendas, teamed up.

Half an hour later, there was still half an incense stick's time left before the first level ended.

Qi Su didn't drive away a single evil spirit. Wherever he and Ren Bao passed, within a radius of ten miles, there was not a trace of evil spirits or ghosts. It was so clean that it was as if this was not the Hundred Ghosts Forest at all, but an ordinary forest.

This is so strange. Qi Su looked down at Ren Bao, who was still sleeping soundly, and a sense of frustration welled up in his heart.

He even said he'd lead Compal to victory, but now look what's happened, they're really out.

"Fellow practitioners, there's only half an incense stick left. The rankings have been determined, so hurry up!" Master Xuanke's voice rang out above the Hundred Ghosts Forest.

A piece of plain silk appeared in the air, and all the mystics looked up.

Zixu Temple disciples Yan Chen and Shuang He teamed up with the rogue sorceress Su Tang to exorcise fifty ghosts.

Song Cheng, a disciple of the Star Gazing Pavilion: Exorcised forty-eight ghosts.

Shi Huai, a disciple of the Yueshan School: drove away forty ghosts.

........

Qingshan Temple disciple Su Renbao, teaming up with the Wupai Qisu: 0.......

With only half an incense stick left, the candidates who would advance to the second round were almost decided. The top three positions alone had secured five spots, leaving many cultivators dejected and giving up.

Qi Su emerged from the deep forest carrying Ren Bao.

All eyes were on him and Renbao in his arms. Shuanghe smiled sneer: "Oh, the genius disciple of Qingshan Temple is still sleeping. Young Master Qi, you're really unlucky to be teamed up with her."

"She shattered the boulder before entering the inner altar. I thought she had some amazing skill, but it turns out she's just strong. It looks impressive, but it's not."

Qi Su frowned, about to retaliate, when Ren Bao in his arms arched his body and slowly opened his eyes.

She jumped down from Qi Shuo's arms, yawned, blinked her round eyes, and seemed a little confused as to why everyone was looking at him.

"Renbao, I'm sorry, we're out of the game." Qi Su said dejectedly, his eyes full of apology.

Upon hearing this, the sorcerers laughed and said, "Little brat, more than half an incense stick has passed. You want to exorcise at least thirty ghosts in such a short time to enter the top ten? That's simply a pipe dream."

"It seems that Qingshan Temple really only taught you how to brag." Shuanghe sneered dismissively. Su Tang, standing beside her, crossed her arms and stared at Renbao, her eyes gleaming with smugness.

Renbao smiled slightly as he raised his small face and walked to the open space with measured steps, saying to them, "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean Renbao can't."