After rebirth, she discovered the space golden finger

The Jijian Sect sent a disciple to lead Pei Yun to the courtyard where the guests were staying temporarily. The disciple introduced them as they walked:

"...The Sword Competition started three days ago and will last for a year. During this period, participating sword cultivators can compete with other sword cultivators in the arena. The competition will only test swordsmanship. Once in the arena, both parties' spiritual power and consciousness will be sealed, and the winner will be determined solely by their swordsmanship. The winner will receive corresponding points, and the loser will lose points..."

As he spoke, the disciple leading the way handed Pei Yun a wooden plaque engraved with the words "Pei Yun." "This is a scoreboard. The top 500 will receive a place in my Extreme Sword Sect for three years of training. The top 50 will not only receive a place in the training, but also have the opportunity to enter the Sword Cave..."

"...Sword Cave?"

"Of course it's not the sword cave where we took the entrance test just now. It's a treasured place for cultivation in my Jijian Sect. Usually, only inner disciples have the opportunity to enter..." The Jijian Sect disciple raised his chest proudly.

"Your sect is the largest sect in Haoyu Continent, and this place for cultivation must be extraordinary. Unfortunately, my talent in swordsmanship is average, so I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see it..." Pei Yun complimented with a smile.

After hearing her words, the Jijian Sect disciple showed a bit of complacency on his face, and his smile became even brighter. He began to talk to Pei Yun about the situation of this sword debate conference.

There were hundreds of competition arenas in the entire outer gate square, and they were crowded with people everywhere. There were people fighting in every arena, and the onlookers below were cheering and talking constantly, making the square noisy.

Pei Yun and the other person walked through groups of onlookers. In many places, the onlookers directly blocked the road, so the two had to take a detour, so they walked very slowly.

But Pei Yun was not in a hurry. She looked around the arena with great interest, but did not see anyone from the Yunshan Sect.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Huh?" and pointed curiously at several large arenas near the center of the square. He asked, "These arenas aren't limited to one-on-one competitions. Can multiple people compete together?"

"That's right. As of yesterday, there were nearly 100,000 cultivators participating in this Sword Discussion Conference. There aren't enough arenas for one-on-one competitions, so the elders have set up multi-player arenas. Up to a hundred people can compete simultaneously in one arena. However, whether it's a two-person or multi-player arena, there are regulations prohibiting disciples from the same sect or family from participating in the same arena. Furthermore, the opponent in the arena cannot be repeated three times. In other words, you can only compete with the same person twice at most..."

When Pei Yun heard the rules explained by the person next to him, he immediately understood the purpose of the rules. This was to prevent people from colluding privately to deliberately give points to each other.

"How do you calculate the scores in a multi-person arena?" Pei Yun asked.

"In a multiplayer arena, only the winner who stands at the end will receive points. The others are losers. For example, in a 100-person arena, the winner will receive 99 points, while the other 99 will have one point deducted..."

The disciple said, "In a multi-player arena, each person can only bet a certain number of points. In a two-person arena, both parties can negotiate. As long as both parties agree, even if all points are staked, it's fine. However, if the points exceed negative 100, you will no longer be eligible to participate in the arena..."

"...I haven't competed in a single match yet, so my points are zero?"

"Yes."

After finally crossing the square, Pei Yun and the others arrived at the Jingshui Lake and walked along the corridor built on the lake...

There are also several arenas suspended above the Jingshui Lake, and many people are sitting on both sides of the corridor watching.

Pei Yun took a look and saw Fu Lingchen's back not far away. She was about to go forward to say hello, but unexpectedly, a group of people got to Fu Lingchen first.

Pei Yun's heart paused, and she raised her eyebrows slightly to observe. She soon discovered that this group of people were wearing clothes with the mark of Xianlan Sect, and they looked up to no good.

"Senior Brother Fu, long time no see!" A man in the group glanced at Fu Lingchen and said sarcastically.

"What Senior Brother?! Junior Brother Zhou, please stop calling me that. This guy is an abandoned disciple of the Xianlan Sect. He defected from the sect for a demon. How can he be worthy of being my Xianlan Sect disciple..."

"That's right! We in the Xianlan Sect don't have such traitors!"

"...But this Fu guy is quite capable. He was able to return to the Taoist sect and even participated in the sword-fighting competition..."

"...Looking at his attire, I wonder which small sect has taken him in..."

"Oh! Look, he's only at the early stage of the Golden Core stage now, inferior to all of us. This is the retribution for being a traitor..."

"Hahaha, that's right..."

……

Faced with the sarcastic ridicule from this group of Xianlan Sect disciples, Fu Lingchen did not retaliate. He stood up expressionlessly and was about to leave.

But this group of people had no intention of letting him go. They surrounded him and continued to shout insults and swear at him loudly, and the situation was getting more and more intense.

This commotion also attracted the attention of many people around. The silver needle hidden in Fu Lingchen's sleeve was slightly visible, but he thought of the rules of the Jijian Sect - no fighting outside the ring. He did not want to cause trouble for the Yunshan Sect, so he could only endure it.

"...The Xianlan Sect is one of the ten great sects in Eastern Cangzhou. You're being so arrogant and domineering now. Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed if other disciples see you? This is the Jijian Sect's territory. Provoking trouble on someone else's territory is truly a laughing stock..."

Fu Lingchen smoothed his sleeves, glanced at the spectators around him, and spoke calmly, neither slowly nor hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the group of Xianlan Sect disciples instantly turned ugly. The onlookers did not recognize the clothes with the Yunshan Sect's mark that Fu Lingchen was wearing, but they knew the clothes of Xianlan Sect disciples. They looked over curiously, and many of them looked at him with a sense of ridicule.

This "Junior Brother Zhou" stood up and snorted coldly, "...We're just teaching a sect abandoner a lesson. What's so shameful about that?! If there's any shame, it should be you, the one who betrayed our master!"

Just as he finished speaking, a cold female voice came from behind him: "Junior Brother Zhou, be careful with your words!"

When everyone looked in the direction of the voice, they saw a woman in white with a temperament like a secluded orchid in a valley coming in front of Fu Lingchen. She exchanged a glance with Fu Lingchen silently, and this glance revealed an indescribable meaning. In just a moment, both of them tacitly looked away.

"Junior Brother Zhou, Junior Brother Lu, this is the territory of the Jijian Sect. Those who come here are guests participating in the sword-fighting conference. Don't be so rude. Apologize to this Fellow Daoist Fu..." Zhen Yao scolded in a solemn tone.

"Senior Sister Zhen, we just can't stand the abandoned disciple who defected from the sect..." Although this group of people's cultivation is not as good as Zhen Yao, there is a clear look of dissatisfaction on their faces.

Zhen Yao looked at her fellow disciples with a cold gaze. Just as she was about to speak again, Fu Lingchen spoke first, "...My feud with the Xianlan Sect ended long ago, and I don't want to be involved with it anymore. I'll say goodbye now."

After he finished speaking, he forcefully pushed away the people surrounding him and left.

Unexpectedly, after just a few steps, I ran into another "familiar person" -

"Junior Brother Fu, no, Fellow Daoist Fu, it's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect that you also participated in the sword-fighting competition..." A man who looked about the same age as Fu Lingchen blocked his way.

The man had a handsome appearance, but there was a hint of gloom between his brows occasionally. As he spoke, he looked up at Zhen Yao meaningfully.

Zhen Yao's heart tightened slightly, but she remained expressionless.

"Friend Zhu Daoyou, long time no see. I'm here with my companions to attend the sword-fighting competition. I won't disturb you..."

Fu Lingchen finally understood why the group of Xianlan Sect disciples wanted to humiliate him. It turned out that it was the person in front of him who did it.

Before he left the Xianlan Sect, he had a very bad relationship with the person in front of him. Because their masters belonged to different factions, the competition for resources was very fierce, and frictions of all sizes between the two sides were naturally inevitable.

This man appears to be a gentleman on the surface, but in fact, he has resorted to countless shameful and unpresentable means in secret, and he has suffered a lot.

Fu Lingchen's patience with this group of people had reached its limit. He lowered his eyes to hide the disgust in his eyes and was about to leave, but Zhu Zhi suddenly smiled and said:

"...Fellow Daoist Fu, after all, we've known each other for many years and can be considered friends. Yao'er and you are childhood sweethearts. Yao'er and I are already engaged, and I will definitely invite you to our wedding..."

As he spoke, he walked towards Zhen Yao, took her hand, and his smile was full of undisguised show-off.

Zhen Yao subconsciously wanted to struggle, but was held tightly by the other party. To outsiders, Zhu Zhi's eyes looking at her were as gentle as water, but only she saw the chill in them. She lowered her head, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.