So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Following Ling Jiuan's light shout, the Chiyu Sword seemed to be given life. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and a powerful spiritual power fluctuation instantly erupted, shaking the entire arena.

Then, she suddenly jumped up like a flash of red lightning and rushed towards Wu Menglin.

Wu Menglin was shocked when she saw this and quickly swung her sword to fight back. However, when her sword collided with the Chiyu sword, she felt an irresistible force surging up and the sword in her hand was knocked out of her hand. She was also pushed back by this force and almost fell to the ground.

Before Wu Menglin could steady herself, Ling Jiuan swung out his Chiyu sword again. This time, the sword light was like a dragon, carrying the power to destroy the world, and went straight to Wu Menglin's vitals.

Wu Menglin hurriedly mobilized all her spiritual power to try to resist the attack, but the gap was too great. She only felt a red flash before her eyes, and then she lost consciousness. She was blown away by the aftermath of the sword energy and fell heavily outside the arena.

There was silence in the arena, and everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

Wu Tianxiong's face turned even more pale. He never expected that his daughter, whom he was so proud of, would be defeated miserably in this competition.

Ling Jiuan slowly retracted the Chiyu Sword without any proud look on his face. He just glanced at Wu Menglin who was lying on the ground, then turned around and nodded slightly to Lei Tingyi, indicating that the competition was over.

This battle not only made Ling Jiuan's name known in the Wu family and even in a wider area, but also made people realize that cultivation is not the only criterion for measuring a person's strength. Wisdom, courage, and the strength of one's natal magic weapon are equally important.

After confirming that Wu Menglin was fine, Ling Jiuan slowly walked towards Wu Tianxiong. Her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, showing the composure of a winner while remaining polite.

She bowed towards Wu Tianxiong and spoke in a calm tone.

"Excuse me, Master Wu. Your daughter is not seriously injured. I just knocked her out temporarily to end this unnecessary fight. As for the bet we made in a moment of anger, I think it should not be counted. The Wu family and we have always been indifferent to each other, and my daughter Jiuan is not the kind of person who is merciless."

Having said this, she paused slightly, her eyes revealing a bit of seriousness.

"But, I hope that after this incident, your daughter will learn to respect others, especially the weaker women. In this world, everyone has their own value and dignity, and should not be easily judged by their level of cultivation."

Wu Tianxiong had a complicated expression when he heard this. He was heartbroken for his daughter's failure, but also impressed by Ling Jiuan's magnanimity and insight.

After a moment's silence, he nodded slowly and spoke in a low voice.

"Miss Ling is right. It was Menglin's arrogance that led to this defeat. My Wu family will remember today's lesson and will strictly discipline her in the future. As for the bet, since Miss Ling does not want to pursue it, my Wu family will not mention it again."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the unconscious Wu Menglin, gently picked her up, and prepared to leave the arena.

Before leaving, he looked back at Ling Jiuan again, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, as if he was admiring the young woman, and also seemed to be looking forward to possible changes in the future.

As everyone watched, Ling Jiuan silently put away the Chiyu Sword, turned around and walked towards Lei Tingyi. The two figures gradually disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun, leaving behind a crowd of people who were talking a lot.

After the banquet, it was already late at night and the moonlight was like water, spreading over the entire Wu family manor.

The two maids, Liuzhu and Liuying, followed closely behind Ling Jiuan, their eyes flashing with smiles and pride that were difficult to conceal.

"Master, you are so amazing!"

Liu Zhu couldn't help but exclaim in praise, his tone full of admiration.

"Wu Menglin is usually so arrogant, but today he was defeated by you in one move. It's really satisfying!"

Liuying also echoed.

"Yes, Master, your Red Feather Sword is simply amazing. When you swung the sword, the entire arena was shocked. I have never seen such a wonderful competition. It is really an eye-opener!"

Hearing this, Ling Jiuan raised a faint smile and shook her head slightly.

Don't flatter me too much. What happened today was just a coincidence. The level of cultivation is not the standard for measuring everything. What is important is the mentality and wisdom. Although Wu Menglin has the Jindan cultivation, she is impetuous and lacks practical experience. This gave me an opportunity to take advantage of her. "

Having said this, she paused slightly and her eyes became deep.

"Moreover, what happened today also reminded me that in the world of cultivation, the strong are respected, but what is more important is to maintain a humble heart and respect others. Although we have won, we must not be proud and complacent. We need to practice harder to cope with future challenges."

Liuzhu and Liuying were both startled when they heard this. They knew very well that their master's words contained profound truths, so they nodded to show that they would keep them in mind.

The three of them continued to move forward. The night wind blew gently, bringing a slight chill, but their hearts were warm.

Early the next morning, the sunlight shone through the window and gently fell on Wu Menglin's face.

She slowly opened her eyes, the scene at the competition arena yesterday echoing in her mind, and she felt mixed emotions.

She had never thought that she would be defeated by a seemingly ordinary cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and she had never expected that the defeat would make her admire Ling Jiuan like never before.

After getting up and washing, Wu Menglin did not go for a walk or practice in the garden as usual. Instead, she changed into simple and elegant clothes and came to the guest room where Ling Jiuan lived with a bit of trepidation and sincerity.

She knocked on the door gently, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Miss Ling, I'm Wu Menglin. Could you please open the door and see me?"

Ling Jiuan's calming voice soon came from inside the door.

"Please come in."

Wu Menglin pushed open the door and saw Ling Jiuan sitting at the table, holding a book in his hands with a focused look on his face.

She took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, walked up to Ling Jiuan, and bowed deeply.

"My dear, yesterday's incident was caused by my arrogance and disrespect. I have come here to apologize today. I hope you will be magnanimous and not take it personally."

Seeing this, Ling Jiuan quickly stood up and helped Wu Menglin up, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Miss Wu, you are too kind. What happened yesterday was just a misunderstanding. Now that it has been resolved, there is no need to mention it again. You and I are both cultivators. We should support each other and make progress together."

When Wu Menglin heard this, she was moved. She looked up at Ling Jiuan with sincerity in her eyes.

"Ms. Ling, your broad-mindedness and generosity really put me to shame. From now on, I, Wu Menglin, will take you as an example, learn with an open mind, and respect others. I hope we can become true friends."

Ling Jiuan smiled and nodded, and the two smiled at each other.