Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Firstly, to qualify for the chief title, one must defeat three opponents consecutively in the arena.

Secondly: After defeating three people, if anyone is dissatisfied, they may come up for a rematch, and the champion cannot refuse, but they must wait until the champion has fully recovered before they can fight again.

Thirdly: Disciples under the same peak may not challenge the champion before the champion has won three times.

Fourth: Once on the stage, one must go all out and not deliberately lose, otherwise admitting defeat is invalid.

Fifthly: There are seven judges, and the winner can be determined if four or more of them have the same opinion.

These five rules apply only to this battle for the top spot.

the reason is simple.

Xun Ranqing was no fool. Having sat in the position of sect leader for a long time, he naturally knew that Jin He would not have done nothing wrong in this battle.

To prevent Jin He from deliberately arranging for someone to take the stage and lose to Qin Guang, he put a lot of thought into making Qin Guang the chief candidate.

The purpose was to allow Li Junxiao and Qin Guang to have a fair fight.

Li Junxiao is Ranshan Sect's only chance, and he knows that.

……

Within the Ranshan Sect.

On the other sides of the field, disciples from both the inner and outer sects had already taken to the stage and unleashed their magical artifacts, thus beginning this extraordinary sect competition.

However, Xun Ranqing, Jin He, and the others did not focus their attention on the battle between the inner and outer disciples. Their gaze remained fixed on the arena covered by the seven-layered sword formation.

Inside the venue.

Surrounding the arena were several inner disciples, all elites of the Ranshan Sect with remarkable cultivation and fortune. If a chief disciple were to be chosen, it would certainly be selected from among them.

No—to be precise…

"What? Nobody wants to be the first one up?"

A flippant voice rang out from the crowd.

The inner disciples looked in the direction of the sound. Some of them were immediately intrigued, while others looked slightly somber.

The newcomer walked with a relaxed gait, the gold-inlaid tiger scabbard hanging at his waist swaying slightly, and his handsome face was radiating an arrogant smile.

Qin Guang.

Among the inner disciples of Ranshan Sect, if one were to choose the best swordsman, Qin Guang would undoubtedly be the top choice.

In terms of swordsmanship, he is probably unmatched in the Ranshan Sect. Even the Four Peaks Elders, whose swordsmanship is so profound, might not be able to defeat Qin Guang in terms of swordsmanship alone.

"It's not that we're unwilling, it's that we're all waiting for you to come!"

With plasters on both sides of his face, Li Zhe, whose face was still bruised and swollen from a beating a few days ago, followed behind Qin Guang. Looking at the inner disciples around them who dared not step forward, he chuckled and immediately began to flatter him:

"Well, besides you, no one else is worthy of this chief position, right?"

"Ah, that's true."

Qin Guang sneered, his disdainful gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Of these people, nearly half had already submitted to him, but he paid no attention to them.

The other half, however, looked at Qin Guang with a cold and gloomy gaze, as if she wished she could rush up and slap him right now.

But no one dared to do it, or rather, no one had the ability.

"Since no one else is going, then I, this young master, will be the first."

Li Zhe was taken aback upon hearing this, and quickly nodded and bowed, saying, "Then I will wait downstairs for your triumphant return."

"Don't worry, you won't have to wait long."

Qin Guang strode onto the arena, his gaze sweeping across the crowd until he spotted an alluring figure with a graceful silhouette. A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips as he stepped into the sword formation.

As Qin Guang stood on one side of the arena, the seven adjudicators exchanged glances, and then the middle-aged man in the center spoke, proclaiming:

"The first challenger for the chief position - Qin Guang, a disciple of Elder Jin He of the Three Peaks."

"Who dares to challenge me?"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

No one spoke.

Those who were originally on Qin Guang's side naturally wouldn't challenge him. They weren't up to the task. If they were to hold back, the arbitrators would find out. If they were to fight seriously, it would just wear down Qin Guang's stamina.

Moreover, they also knew that they were not the ones in control of this duel.

Those who had originally opposed Qin Guang did not step forward to challenge him.

Because they knew they were no match for Qin Guang.

As a result, the scene fell silent for a moment.

On the stage.

"It seems that none of you have the guts to come up here. You don't even have the courage to stand up and face me?"

Qin Guang looked down at them with disdain, and his words, amplified by his spiritual energy, echoed throughout the entire Ranshan Sect's martial arts arena.

For a moment, not only the inner disciples surrounding the martial arts arena, but even the outer disciples who were not particularly concerned about the chief disciple competition began to cast curious glances.

For a time, Qin Guang became the focus of the entire Ranshan Sect.

He stood there, seemingly invincible, proudly carrying his sword, his eyes gleaming with arrogance beneath his sword-like brows: "It seems no one dares to challenge me. In that case, shall we simply acknowledge my position as the chief?"

Qin Guang turned his gaze to the seven adjudicators, who immediately looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

And it was at this time.

Li Junxiao, sitting below the stage, had already gripped her sword hilt tightly. Originally, she didn't plan to go up directly, but rather to observe Qin Guang's swordsmanship first, to see how much he had improved during this time.

But right now, if she doesn't go, that won't work.

however--

"I come."

With a delicate shout, a graceful figure leaped into the stage.

At the same time, Li Junxiao was shocked to find that Ren Yao, who had been beside him, had disappeared.

"Junior Sister Ren?!"

She stared in astonishment at Ren Yao, who had already leaped into the sword formation, her expression one of great alarm.

Ren Yao's cultivation level and strength were known to her better than anyone else.

Let alone Qin Guang, Ren Yao might not even be a match for an inner disciple like Li Zhe, whose talent isn't particularly outstanding.

But now, this girl has taken the initiative to challenge him...

Could it be—!

Li Junxiao trembled; she had already understood Ren Yao's thoughts.

She wanted to go up and test Qin Guang's progress over the past two weeks for Li Junxiao.

"Junior Sister Ren! Get down quickly! You're no match for him!"

How could Li Junxiao let Ren Yao take such a huge risk for him? The opponent was Qin Guang! Even he himself might not have much of a chance against Qin Guang. With Ren Yao's strength, heaven knows how badly she would lose.

If it were just a loss, that would be fine, but Qin Guang is ruthless and has a history of cruelly harming women. Ren Yao is also a naive young girl. What if she falls victim to Qin Guang's wickedness in this lopsided match...

How is she going to explain this to Uncle Ding?

"It's okay~"

Ren Yao turned around and gave Li Junxiao a reassuring smile.

"If I can't beat them, I'll admit defeat~"

"Junior Sister Ren..."

Li Junxiao, sitting below the stage, had already clenched her fists, her starry eyes beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows filled with resentment.

She gripped the scabbard, her face suddenly turning icy cold, her entire being seemingly calming down, emanating an aura that kept people at a distance.

Those eyes were fixed on Qin Guang, as if expressing their anger.

But Qin Guang didn't care at all.

He didn't even glance at Li Junxiao, but instead stared at Ren Yao with great interest.

"Junior Sister Ren, I didn't expect you to come up first."

"Senior Brother Qin—"

Ren Yao's smile vanished abruptly. She took a deep breath, flicked her right hand, and a white light suddenly appeared in her storage ring.

She held a slender white jade sword upside down, clasped her hands together, and bowed with a grim expression.

She didn't want to say a single word to Qin Guang.

His voice was heavy from the moment he opened his mouth.

"Please give me more advice."

"Oh."

Qin Guang chuckled coldly, gripping the scabbard with his right hand. He didn't bother with a fist salute, but instead scanned Ren Yao's delicate body with a playful and slightly lewd gaze.

"Come on, Junior Sister Ren."

Within the sword formation, an invisible gust of wind swirled between the two, lifting Qin Guang's clothes and ruffling Ren Yao's black hair.

The seven adjudicators' consciousnesses communicated instantly via the incantation, and the middle-aged man in the center loudly proclaimed:

"The first challenger—Ren Yao, a disciple of Elder Qifeng..."

"Challenging Qin Guang, a disciple of Elder Sanfeng..."

"The First Battle in the Fight for the Top Spot—"

"Let's begin!"

18. I will kill you!