Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

"Wait, that's mine," Bai Mei reminded her. "Don't finish it."

"I am Gou Daoliu, a rogue cultivator. I've learned all sorts of things, anything for self-defense, Harry Potter magic from the Thousand Needle Grass, Taoist and immortal techniques from sects, witch's and monster's techniques—I've learned whatever I can get. We rogue cultivators believe that having many skills is never a bad thing, so in the end, we're a jack of all trades and master of none..."

She poured out all the things she couldn't say to Bing Tang and the sect leader to her senior sister.

"Last time, hiccup, when I got the World Bubble and advanced to the Sea of ​​Wheels, you don't know, Senior Sister, I habitually hid my abilities. As a result, the Heavenly Tribulation couldn't distinguish my strength and gave me the lowest level Heavenly Tribulation. As a result, my magic armor wasn't refined enough, and I almost failed to advance. I was so anxious at the time that I threw away all the items that suppressed and hid my aura and abilities while running, and I barely managed to get struck by a big Heavenly Lightning and advance."

Bai Mei's lips twitched, as if she wanted to laugh.

After all, the sect leader set up the Heavenly Tribulation as part of the advancement. Only those who can withstand a sufficiently powerful Heavenly Tribulation can advance. The Heavenly Tribulation itself will also help the magical girls become stronger.

This can be considered an opportunity for the disciples.

Moreover, those who wish to ascend to the Void Realm must undergo the baptism of Heavenly Tribulation.

The sect leader intends to transform Chongxu into Qingyun Sect's own immortal realm, providing a place for disciples to ascend.

"And then, the sect leader told me that someone like me would eventually be kicked out of the Seven True Disciples... just like the one who was kicked out by Thousand Needle Grass before..."

"The sect leader also said that she is about to start the True Disciple Transfer Battle..."

Tiana's gaze was somewhat unfocused as she looked at the night sky. "I don't want to lose my position as one of the Seven True Disciples, Senior Sister."

"Then let's try harder."

"Anyway, someone like you who's always in first place would never understand what it's like for us at the bottom, living in constant fear..."

Bai Mei didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

In fact, those who can climb to the position of one of the Seven True Disciples are already among the best.

Moreover, the technology for transforming world bubbles has now been rolled out, and the sect leader has given each disciple three world bubbles.

Reaching the level of "Alternative Full Bloom" is only a matter of time, and it will still be able to help the sect leader in terms of combat power.

However, as Tiana herself said, being in last place always means worrying about being eliminated.

The sect leader disapproved of those who remained stagnant.

"Senior Sister, let me tell you a secret."

"what?"

"Actually, my true identity is Weaver of the World."

What is a "Weaving World Guest"?

"Uh, well, it's hard to say, but roughly speaking, we're competitors with the New World? Anyway, our goal is actually to reclaim our own world..."

"Oh."

Bai Mei listened in a daze, not taking it to heart, "Did you tell Lord Bing Tang?"

"No, I already told you."

Tiana said with a hint of disappointment, "If I told everyone that I'm the Weaver of the Realm, I'd be doomed. After all, the Weaver of the Realm is an enemy of the Azure Cloud Sect."

"The enemy?"

"Yes, they are the enemy."

The tranquil lake rippled, a faint chill began to freeze its surface, and the moonlight was drawn into the dark clouds.

The lake and the night both lost their color.

"Originally, I thought that since I had already become a Taoist of the Hidden Path, it wouldn't matter if I just lived a life of hiding and letting things pass by. But recently, all sorts of messy things have happened, and my old companions have been coming to me again, saying a lot of things. Of course, I didn't actually agree to anything. After all, I'm living a good life of hiding and hiding, why should I take risks? Right, Senior Sister?"

Bai Mei was drowsy and her breathing was even, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Tiana's voice was like a lullaby.

“But since Master has spoken, I can’t continue like this. I can’t just ignore it and keep drifting along day by day. After that day, I was very distressed. I kept thinking and thinking about how to satisfy Master and how to break through my limitations.”

When Bai Mei picked up the sword, she realized that both the sword and she herself had been frozen.

A thin layer of ice crystals covered his body.

"After thinking it over, this is the only way."

Bai Mei's own disciple, Qian Jing, possesses the ability of a crystal seal.

Lord Bing Tang's ability: Freeze.

Also, there's the [pseudo-history] that I once saw at the sect leader's place, which exists entirely outside of time.

All three seals were applied to Senior Sister Bai Mei's body.

Before Senior Sister Bai Mei slowly opened one eye, the door was completely sealed shut.

Even the ability to think comes to a standstill.

As she watched Senior Sister Bai Mei's seal gradually sink to the bottom of the lake, Tiana clutched her chest.

My heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to burst out of my chest, and I felt an urge to urinate.

My whole body was trembling slightly, and when I squeezed my legs together, my hands were a little unsteady.

On the tranquil lake surface, the starry sky and moonlight gradually returned to their reflection. The ripples stirred by the wind made everything seem like a hazy, mysterious dream after a long, intoxicating experience.

Only after Senior Sister Bai Mei's aura completely disappeared did Tiana finally breathe heavily.

Excitement, lingering fear, and unease—all mixed with the thrill of adventure and a long-lost sense of joy.

"Therefore, I will take on the role of the Weaver of the Realm and deal with all seven disciples of the Seven True Disciples."

"After all, for me, these are risks with a probability of less than fifty percent."

Chapter 338 True Disciples Clash, Coco Steals a Chicken! (Seeking Monthly Tickets - 5800)

Sword cultivators are a very illogical species.

As the fight progressed, he clearly gained the upper hand, having already countered all her abilities and seemingly secured victory.

She suddenly says to you, "I understand."

Next comes the real torment.

Even though he had already inflicted a fatal wound and was covered in blood, he stood there, claiming that his extraordinary willpower had reduced all the damage he had suffered to 1.

The damage itself might not be very high, since it's just a bud; normally, 900 would be about right.

As a result, she picked up the wooden sword that the sect leader had made for her when she was a child, added 100 points, and then remembered the song that Lord Bing Tang sang to her, added another 20 points.

You didn't think there were many, but with one sword strike, you cleaved away every single one of the more than two thousand defensive strategies you had prepared.

Upon closer inspection, one was directly added to 900, becoming 900100, and the other was added directly to the exponent, becoming 900100^20.

If you get her excited and thrilled again, she might just add an exclamation mark after yours, making it 900100^20!

Go ahead and hit them; they won't make a sound.

Tiana never considered confronting her senior sister head-on, because she had no chance of winning.

Her master told her to do more things with a probability of less than 50%.

I didn't tell her to challenge something with a zero probability.

Even when it came to the final sealing, Bai Mei didn't draw her sword.

Tiana didn't notice Bai Mei drawing her sword. By the time she calmed down, a sword wound had appeared on her neck, blooming with brilliant blood.

It directly forced her into her transformed state.

The dozen or so surrogate dolls in her hand instantly shattered, and even after exiting her transformed state, the pure sword intent left a fine bloodstain on her throat.

Droplets of blood kept seeping out and flowing down.

Perhaps, Senior Sister Bai Mei held back.

After all, they generally wouldn't actually kill their fellow disciples, as that would be a serious crime in Qingyun.

If I hadn't held back, I'd probably be dead by now...

This is the essence of sword cultivation.

Even without physical harm, the sword intent alone makes the body feel as if it has been slashed, thus creating a scar.

Even though she had held back, if it weren't for the straw doll she had prepared to sacrifice herself, she probably would have died here.

But it was precisely this terrifying experience between life and death that allowed her to gain a deeper understanding of her own power...

Senior Sister Bai Mei, sealed away in another dimension, continues to charge forward relentlessly, regardless of time or space.

It seemed that nothing could stop her sword.

Not to mention Qianjing's crystal and Lord Bingtang's frozen state.

This was something Tiana had already anticipated.

So the goal from the beginning was never to completely seal away Senior Sister Bai Mei.

Instead, it's about letting her get lost in different times and spaces.

This is Senior Sister Bai Mei's only weakness.

She couldn't see the road.

This is similar to the sect leader; neither of them really knows their way around...

Perhaps this is the symbol of the strong.

At least for the time being, Senior Sister Bai Mei won't be coming back.

Tiana reached out and rippled the surface of the lake, gliding the boat from the center to the shore. She clutched her bleeding neck and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Regardless, the plan was successful.

This was the first time she had ever done something with such a low success rate, and she was still so excited that she could hardly control herself.

"What a surprise! You actually came out in person. Didn't you say before that you'd rather die than leave your little nest?"

Tiana tossed her blonde hair and looked at the organ that had silently appeared on the shore—but the organ was clearly different from usual.

Her eyes were calm as water, with a hint of coldness and sharpness, which contrasted sharply with her soft and docile manner of kneeling and kowtowing at the drop of a hat.

The leader of the Dream Incubators, or rather, the commander of the World Weavers.