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

Yun Ping remained expressionless, cold as frost, and with one stomp, he shattered Qin Guang's right leg.

"Ahhh!!"

Tears of pain streamed from Qin Guang's eyes.

As a man, he shouldn't have shed tears so pathetically.

But at this moment he was truly afraid. He was afraid that he would really become a useless person. He could only shed tears and, completely disregarding his image, desperately move towards the edge of the sword formation.

As he moved along the ground, he kept casting pleading glances at the seven judges.

"Stop him...stop him!! Help me!"

"Anyone who doesn't save me, I'll have my master kill you all! Kill your whole family!! Come fucking save me now..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Yunping kicked again, this time aiming at Qin Guang's left hand.

There was a click.

Qin Guang's eyes suddenly widened, his eyeballs almost bulging out. He suddenly convulsed, then lay down and remained motionless.

All his meridians and bones were crushed in that instant, with only a small amount of remaining spiritual energy sustaining his life.

Gone.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Yun Ping didn't even glance at Qin Guang again. In his eyes, it was as if what he had just crippled was just an object, something that couldn't be called a human being.

He turned his head, glanced at the seven judges who were still bowing their heads and not daring to speak, and said coldly.

"Announce the verdict."

Upon hearing Yun Ping's words, the seven men felt a chill run down their spines. They dared not even entertain the thought of refusing, let alone utter a word of rebuttal.

Ultimately, it was the middle arbitrator who delivered the verdict.

But no matter how you listened to it, his tone sounded like he was afraid.

"The third round of challenges...the winner..."

"Disciple under the sect leader..."

"Challenge successful."

……

There was no cheering.

Only silence.

The people below the stage stared in disbelief at everything, recalling the so-called battle.

No, that couldn't even be called a battle; it was a complete and utter crushing defeat.

The seven sword formations vanished as the outcome was decided. Yun Ping casually tossed the wooden sword in his hand back to the girl below the stage who had lent him the sword.

He stood on the stage, just as he had when he first stepped onto it, pointing his finger to the sky and asking in a cold voice.

"Who else disagrees?"

Is anyone still here?

The answer is already clear.

The silence from the audience was the best response to Yunping's question.

On the platform.

Jin He's cold, menacing gaze was fixed on Yun Ping below the stage. He slowly walked to the edge of the platform, his expression extremely gloomy.

Xun Ranqing, sitting in the sect leader's seat, let out a long sigh, and a smile finally appeared on his pale old face.

"Sect Master, you truly live up to your title."

Jin He had his back to Xun Ranqing, his tone filled with undisguised resentment.

He slowly turned around, no longer looking at Yun Ping, but staring at Xun Ranqing.

To Xun Ranqing's surprise, a wicked smile suddenly appeared on that gloomy old face.

laugh?

"Since that's the case, then I have no other choice."

Xun Ranqing's expression turned serious, a sense of foreboding washing over him: "Jin He... what are you going to do?!"

"doing what?"

Jin He opened his arms wide and looked at Xun Ranqing arrogantly.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted out a sentence in a voice that everyone in the clan could hear.

"Of course, I will inherit your position as sect leader."

next second.

Jin He's cold gaze shifted to the woman beside Xun Ranqing.

Maternal grandfather – Li Linsa.

"Let's do it."

The moment the two words fell.

Li Linsa then unleashed hundreds of intricate spells he had prepared beforehand. At the same time, four crimson, semi-transparent walls suddenly rose up from the outside of the entire training ground!

The wall was clearly made of dense spiritual energy, and directly above the training ground, seventeen overlapping circular formations appeared, with mysterious runes rapidly forming as Li Linsa performed his incantation.

Buzz buzz buzz~

With the seventeen bursts of air explosions, the circular array expanded outwards, connecting with the four crimson walls to completely seal off the entire training ground!

For a moment, the entire training ground... resembled a prison.

22. Ding Bo's betrayal.

Inside the training ground, hundreds and thousands of light red threads suddenly appeared around the Ranshan Sect cultivators, including the dozens of adjudicators. The source of these threads was the seventeen magic arrays above their heads that were connected to the four red cliffs.

The core of the magic circle is a spiraling red sphere from which tens of thousands of runes can be seen, the characters of which can be traced back to the distant era of the Human Emperor. It is this crimson core of the magic circle that is releasing countless red threads to the people imprisoned in the cage.

Strands of silk flew past before their eyes, binding the hands and feet of the Ranshan Sect cultivators. Then they climbed up their spines, tied their necks, and then wrapped around their waists and abdomens, enveloping the places where their spiritual roots were located.

"What is this thing?!"

"No...it feels so disgusting!"

"Damn it, someone get these things out of here right now!!"

Inside the arena, faced with the sudden appearance of the red thread, all the Ranshan Sect cultivators desperately tried to escape.

Some sword cultivators had even drawn their magical weapons, activated their techniques, and unleashed several sword energies at the red threads flying everywhere.

Of course.

Although the sword aura was imposing, it lacked sharpness. Not to mention cutting through the red threads, even its slender blade was entangled by the red lines. These delicate lines resembled sentient beings, rushing towards the cultivators in the prison from all directions at an extremely fast speed.

Even the Arbitrators, whose cultivation was slightly higher than that of the inner disciples, could not escape the binding of the red silk. In the blink of an eye, several figures were tightly wrapped by the red silk and hung in mid-air like insects caught in a spider web.

Those who were suspended, let alone struggled, all found that their spiritual energy was flowing out of their bodies at an extremely terrifying speed, as if it was being absorbed by those thin red threads!

The disciples of Ranshan Sect were, as were the dozens of adjudicators, and Yunping, who was standing on the chief platform.

Faced with the rapidly approaching red silk, Yunping had no intention of resisting at all. He glanced at the woman outside the Chibi formation with interest.

Maternal grandfather – Li Linsa.

The next second, Yunping, who had no intention of resisting, was suspended in mid-air. Just like the other Ranshan Sect disciples, he was in a helpless state—his eyes were drooping like dead fish, and he yawned out of boredom.

Yunping had been wondering who had sabotaged Li Junxiao's cultivation, but now, seeing Li Linsa conjure up a magic seal and turn the training ground into a prison, he finally understood.

So this Ranshan faction's outsourced employee is a complete traitor.

No wonder she had the opportunity to get close to Li Junxiao and got into trouble while she was cultivating.

However, the old rogue has no plans to make a move for the time being.

Because he knew that the person he was waiting for had not yet arrived.

So hanging in mid-air for a while is fine; for the old rogue, the feeling of being suspended in mid-air is just as comfortable as sitting in a recliner.

……

Outside the prison formation.

Li Linsa breathed a sigh of relief as he separated the hall platform from the magic array and slowly lowered his right hand, which had been continuously outputting spiritual energy.

Now that the magic array is complete, she no longer needs to supply spiritual energy.

However, her actions greatly alarmed Xun Ranqing, the sect leader of the Ranshan Sect.

"Lin Sa...you...how could you..."

"This is a ninth-order profound array—the Four Flames Thousand Lines Array. It is a sealing array that I obtained from that secret realm. Although it is ninth-order, if you want to break this array by force, you must have the power of a saint or above."

Li Linsa looked at Xun Ranqing with an apologetic gaze and said in a soft voice, "This is just to prevent those adjudicators from causing trouble and to protect the disciples of the Ranshan Sect."

"Grandfather Li! Have you also sided with the Demon Dynasty?!"

The Seventh Peak Elder sitting next to Li Linsa, who was also the only female peak master standing on the side of Sect Master Xun Ranqing, jumped up from the stool, glaring at Li Linsa in shock and anger.

She raised her right palm, her spiritual energy surging within her, and angrily slapped at Li Linsa.

Upon seeing this, Li Linsa slightly turned his body, shifted his feet, and flicked his left hand, striking the Seven Peak Elders' chest with a precise palm strike. The vast spiritual energy belonging to the Void Realm surged out instantly.

boom!

Elder Qifeng spat out blood and flew horizontally, landing on the edge of the platform. A horrifying palm print was dented into his right chest, and blood continued to ooze from the festering orifice.

The difference between the Void Transformation Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage is indeed enormous.

Quiet.