After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Su Mingyue did indeed finish the competition while crying.

Luo Huanzhen actually said that he was not qualified to be her opponent. She had never been insulted like this before.

The thought of this scene being broadcast live, and everyone outside seeing her humiliation and defeat, filled her with rage.

Standing on the arena, she saw Luo Huanzhen rushing towards her from afar, and smiled inwardly, a fleeting, almost imperceptible, sinister glint in her eyes.

Great, I'm matched with Luo Huanzhen in my very first duel.

So even God was helping her get revenge!

Luo Huanzhen leaped onto the stage.

Su Mingyue stood against the wind, her delicate and beautiful figure bearing a hint of sadness and stubbornness at the corners of her mouth, a result of being insulted.

"Junior Uncle, what a coincidence that we've met in the first round of this duel. You say I'm not worthy to be your opponent, then today on this duel stage, I will prove you wrong with my strength."

She raised her longsword, the tip pointing directly at Luo Huanzhen, "Don't say I'm bullying Junior Uncle, who's only at the Foundation Establishment stage. You make the first move."

Su Mingyue had just secretly sent messages to her master, her two senior brothers, and her close suitors, informing them that they could come to the arena or the water screen to watch her match if they had time.

Today she is determined to avenge herself and show everyone how Luo Zhen really lost to her.

Luo Huanzhen stood on the stage, looking surprised: "Really?"

Luo Zhenzhen didn't refuse such a good thing at all.

With a push of her short legs, she launched herself forward and charged toward Su Mingyue.

Su Mingyue made a hand seal to summon a defensive spell.

Luo Huanzhen sank the ground and threw a punch with lightning speed.

The summoning spell was interrupted, and Su Mingyue was knocked to the ground, clutching her lower abdomen in disbelief.

I underestimated you!

Su Mingyue bit her lip, stood up, and twirled her sword in a flourish.

The next moment, pink petals rained down from the sky. Su Mingyue held a spirit sword, her black hair fluttering in the wind with the pink petal rain.

Her eyes widened in anger, and she was as beautiful as a goddess from the heavens as she flew toward Luo Huanzhen.

Luo Huanzhen was taken aback—

This is Su Mingyue's signature move, a sword technique called "Pink Rain Flower Kill".

In the mirror, she often used this trick to subdue various monsters and gain the favor and goodwill of passersby and seniors.

Monsters would kneel before her, their eyes sparkling as they lined up to be petted; old-looking seniors would take her in as a disciple for seclusion, while good-looking ones would fall at her feet and love her.

However, looking at the pink rain of flowers from outside the mirror is ultimately like scratching an itch through a boot; you can't see it clearly.

Now that he had experienced it firsthand as the first witness, Luo Zhen felt a little lost.

Su Mingyue used 60% of her spiritual power to create pink petals and 10% to control wind techniques, leaving her sword moves with only 30% of their original power.

It may be beautiful, but is its attack power really that strong?

Luo Zhenhuan, filled with doubt, extended two fingers toward Su Mingyue's sword.

With a gentle pinch, the rain of petals around her froze instantly. Su Mingyue was startled, and her face turned pale and weak.

Luo Huanzhen: "..."

The answer is out.

Its attack power is indeed not strong.

Luo Huanzhen infused his fingertips with spiritual power and flicked them lightly.

A crisp metallic snapping sound rang out, and Su Mingyue screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood as she fell off the fighting platform.

Just then, two dark figures sped towards them from afar.

"Bright Moon!!!"

It was Zhao Qing and Gong Lian.

They have already completed four competitions.

Waiting to be matched for a one-on-one duel.

During this break, they could have entered other secret realm arenas as spectators to watch. Therefore, upon receiving Mingyue's message, they rushed over to cheer her on.

Unexpectedly, what I saw was her flying off the stage, her white clothes stained with specks of blood.

Zhao Qing's heart tightened, and he immediately mobilized the spiritual power in his dantian, flying to Su Mingyue's side and picking her up.

Losing to Luo Huanzhen, whom she disliked the most, in front of so many admirers and suitors, Su Mingyue felt terrible.

With blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and looking utterly disheveled, Su Mingyue felt a pang of sorrow as she was enveloped in a familiar and warm embrace filled with the scent of medicine. Overwhelmed by grief and sadness, she burst into tears.

"Third senior brother, Mingyue, Mingyue is a useless junior sister."

Zhao Qing carefully helped Su Mingyue up and half-embraced her in his arms. He looked at the arena, his anger rising.

"Luo Huanzhen, why do you always hurt Mingyue so recklessly?"

Luo Huanzhen stood in the center of the stage, listening to Zhao Qing's questioning below.

The scene depicted in the mirror has become reality; this moment has actually happened.

She wasn't angry.

She just found it absurd.

It's an absurdity where a dream comes true.

Looking at Zhao Qing, whose face was full of anger, Luo Huanzhen calmly stated the facts: "This is a duel in the sect's grand competition, it's really just a normal duel."

Zhao Qing was taken aback for a moment, then felt a little annoyed.

He knew, of course, that this was a battle of wits, but Luo Zhen really shouldn't have gone so far!

"Mingyue's health is already weak, she can't withstand much harm, and you deliberately let her suffer such a serious injury. Do you dare say you didn't have personal motives at play?"

Luo Huanzhen wrinkled his little nose and said mercilessly, "A Golden Core cultivator lost to me? If you're weak, just practice more. What do you mean by weak body!"

Upon hearing this, Su Mingyue's face turned even paler and more fragile.

She bit her lip and said sadly, "Yes, Junior Uncle is right. Mingyue... Mingyue has disgraced the sect. Mingyue will atone for her sins with her death."

After saying that, she raised her hand to strike her own vital point.

The next moment, Zhao Qing tightly gripped his wrist.

Su Mingyue looked up at Zhao Qing with tears streaming down her face and said, "Third Senior Brother, Mingyue is useless. Mingyue, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, can't even beat Junior Uncle, who is in the Foundation Establishment stage. Let Mingyue die, let Mingyue die..."

Luo Zhen scratched his face and seriously offered Su Mingyue a suggestion: "...How about I get some poison for my junior sister Su? I'm now a master of both medicine and poison, and I'm an expert at poisoning people. If she wants to die, she definitely won't survive."

If you're going to die, just die quietly. It's like you're afraid no one will stop you...

Upon hearing Luo Huanzhen's words, Su Mingyue's crying froze for a moment.

How can this brat be so infuriating?

Her heart clenched, and she threw herself into Zhao Qing's arms, crying even harder, her tears falling like raindrops.

Zhao Qing quickly hugged and comforted Su Mingyue, while looking at Luo Huanzhen with disgust: "Luo Huanzhen, are you only satisfied when you've driven Mingyue to her death? You have no tolerance for others and love to kick someone when they're down. A person like you doesn't deserve to be a cultivator, let alone a medical cultivator."

Handsome men and beautiful women.

The vicious villain targets the beautiful, kind-hearted, and lucky female lead, wishing he could poison her and force her to her death.

The usually gentle, kind-hearted third senior brother bravely stood up for his junior sister.

What a mouth that can twist the truth! What a wonderful scene of spoiling one's sister!

Luo Huanzhen coldly looked at the two of them: "You two insisted on provoking me, disgusting me. Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Zhenhuan suddenly produced a gong that was almost half her height.

Zhao Qing's cold and disgusted expression faltered for a moment.

Where did she pull that gong from? Wait, what is she planning to do...?

Luo Huanzhen looked at Zhao Qing and Su Mingyue, a wicked grin revealing her little tiger teeth. She forcefully swung her drumsticks with her short hands and began to bang on the gong—

"Look, look! Whose fellow disciples are hugging and cuddling like that?"

"I'll let you in on a little secret: they also kiss!"