I didn't expect that I was the heartthrob.

Lin Qingyu's love for Junior Sister Lingyao reached its peak.

He vowed to teach Gu Lan a lesson, so he snorted with disgust on his face.

"You are naturally sharp-tongued. I can't argue with you. So let's see who's the winner on the field!"

After saying this, without waiting for Gu Lan to react, he summoned the magic sword and flew away on it.

Gu Lan opened his mouth, intending to keep Lin Qingyu.

She was a little angry just now and said something a little too harsh.

As soon as he finished saying those words, Gu Lan felt a little regretful.

After all, Lin Qingyu from Tianyan Sect had never offended me. He was just a little mean and his words were not nice enough. But there was no need to call him a dog.

Now, when someone calls me a dog, how can I not be angry?

But Gu Lan thought about it and swallowed his apology.

After all, Lin Qingyu, like those who look down on Qianji Sect, looks down on those cultivators struggling at the bottom.

They are superior, arrogant and rude.

In their eyes, even if the lower-level monks have good achievements, it is just a coincidence. They do not take it seriously and do not even care about it.

There is no need to express the contempt in words from the bottom of my heart.

A look.

An action.

An expression.

They are full of discrimination against the lower-level monks, and what is even more incredible is that they often don't realize that there is anything wrong with their eyes, movements, and expressions.

This is why, when a person who hurts others sees only ordinary things in the mirror, the victim sees not only his own scarred body, but also towering walls, which make it impossible to escape the suffocation and despair.

Gu Lan is a person from modern times.

In her world, people's lives are more complicated and the emotions they express are richer, but the basic emotions are the same. She often feels disdain and even discrimination from others in modern society.

It's just that all of this is relatively hidden.

Unexpectedly, when arriving at this place, Gu Lan encountered even more blatant disdain and discrimination.

Gu Lan is a human, not a god. Even though she often puts herself in the position of an outsider to look at all this, she still often feels angry.

These days, although everyone has witnessed the achievements of the disciples of Qianji Sect, the words they speak of have become more and more harsh.

Gu Lan clearly felt the hidden strength of several fellow disciples, which enabled them to go further than before, but it was still not enough.

Thinking of this, Gu Lan clenched his fists.

She said that she would lead her fellow disciples to challenge this sect competition!

Climb to the top three!

Bring glory to the sect!

Restore the sect’s former glory!

Let all those who used to look down on them shut up!

Lin Qingyu from Tianyan Sect was the first one she targeted!

Lin Qingyu said that the real test must be done on the field, which was exactly what she wanted.

While Gu Lan was lost in thought, Shan Ling finally defeated her opponent after a hard fight. When she stepped down from the stage amid the applause and found Gu Lan, she discovered that she was in a daze, so she walked over.

"What are you thinking about? So engrossed?" Shan Ling was carrying a sword, the sleeves on his arms had been torn, and blood was flowing down his exposed arms.

When Gu Lan saw her like this, he hurriedly pulled her over and applied medicine to her.

"Why don't you bandage it?" Gu Lan blamed her while applying medicine to her. Fortunately, she bought a lot of medicine at the foot of the mountain before coming to Xuantian Sword Sect. The medicine at the foot of the mountain was affordable and most effective for these flesh wounds.

Shan Ling indifferently followed Gu Lan in tossing her poor arm. When she saw that Gu Lan didn't answer, she still stubbornly asked her what she was thinking about just now.

Gu Lan paused and said, "I was thinking about the competition with Lin Qingyu. I just met him and had some unpleasantness, which annoyed him. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to deal with me seriously tomorrow."

"Lin Qingyu doesn't look that powerful either. Besides, he's not as good as Lingyao. It's said that he has practiced in Tianyan Sect for many years, but he's only in the middle stage of fusion. I think his aptitude is just so-so. Compared with you, the gap is not that big. You also broke through the fusion stage last time, so you must be about to reach the middle stage of fusion. Breaking through is only a matter of time. What's there to be afraid of? Besides, when have you ever been afraid of anyone? It's really rare."

Shan Ling muttered for a long time. There was no expression on her face and no emotion when she spoke, but every word she said was to comfort Gu Lan.

Gu Lan felt warm at heart. She tied the white cloth in her hand into the shape of a bow, but was afraid that it was not firm enough, so she tightened the cloth.

"Okay." Gu Lan patted Shan Ling's arm to show his satisfaction.

Shan Ling pinched the white cloth tied into a bow and tugged at it: "Is this the unique method of your Qianji Sect?"

"I guess so. You just said that Lin Qingyu is still in the middle stage of fusion period. How did you know that?" Gu Lan was curious about how Shan Ling knew that.

Generally, a low-level cultivator would not know the opponent's cultivation level unless he fought with the opponent and the opponent did not release his pressure.

High-level cultivators don’t need to fight, they can tell the cultivator’s cultivation level with just their spiritual sense. Some of the more advanced ones don’t even need to use their spiritual sense, they can tell most of the information just by taking a quick glance.

This is experience.

This experience can save your life. If you are out and about, knowing the opponent's strength sooner can help you gain the upper hand.

Shan Ling's cultivation level is lower than Lin Qingyu's, so how could she know Lin Qingyu's cultivation level?

Gu Lan was very curious and looked at Shan Ling eagerly, hoping that she could answer his questions.

Unexpectedly, Shan Ling kept it a secret. "This is a secret. I can't tell you easily. You and I still have a fight to do. Wait until you beat me before I tell you."

Gu Lan covered her forehead with her hands. Such an honest Shan Ling actually started a psychological warfare with her.

"However," Shan Ling changed the subject and asked, "Are there any signs of a breakthrough in your cultivation?"

Speaking of this, Gu Lan felt a little depressed.

Logically speaking, the Xuantian Sword Sect is rich in spiritual energy, and practicing here should enable one to quickly improve one's cultivation level. However, her cultivation level has stagnated. The spiritual energy in her dantian was originally the size of a peach, and it is still the same size as a peach, but it is more compact.

Although his spiritual consciousness had broken through the banks of the stream, forming a vast lake, there was no improvement at all in terms of cultivation.

Gu Lan heard that if a cultivator encountered a bottleneck in his practice, it would take three or four years to break through, or even a hundred years.

This is what Gu Lan is very worried about.

If she was that slow, wouldn't she have to wait a hundred years?

Seeing that Gu Lan remained silent, Shan Ling knew that she must have hit a bottleneck, so she did not continue talking about this topic but changed it.

The two were chatting when suddenly a shocking thunder was heard from a hilltop in the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Gu Lan and Shan Ling were about to look up, but they felt the clouds condensing rapidly. Layers of thick dark clouds continued to surge and roll, and darkness suddenly fell.

Immediately afterwards, thunder exploded, and a dazzling lightsaber came down from the sky!