Senior brothers, please stop abusing me. I'm going to change my ways to be merciless.

Won?

Who's winning?

Lin Zichen was in a daze and heard cheers coming from all around him.

Did the physical cultivator win and Xiaoqi lose?

In an instant, my mind became mostly clear.

That guy threw Xiao Qi to death?!

Lin Zichen was furious and panicked, a ball of rage welling up in his heart. Why would he overestimate his own abilities and challenge a cultivator with a higher level of cultivation than himself! And a physical cultivator at that!

But soon, Lin Zichen started blaming himself again.

He blamed himself for being too weak and not being able to protect even his junior sister. He was beaten to a pulp in one move, feeling so embarrassed and humiliated.

Lin Zichen clenched his fists and struggled to get up from the ground.

He looked towards the ring and was suddenly stunned.

The imagined scene of Fan Li being beaten to a bloody pulp did not occur.

Fan Li stood there neatly, his back straighter than that of the physical cultivator, and he didn't look defeated or injured at all.

Finally, Lin Zichen heard what the people around him were cheering for. It turned out that Fan Li had won.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the hierarchy is strict and the strong are respected. It is very rare for a person to win a challenge across levels.

Lin Zichen couldn't believe it and was deeply shocked.

He looked at Fan Li standing on the high stage, in the center of the crowd, shining brightly, and then looked at himself, covered in mud, with a bruised face... For the first time, Lin Zichen felt inferior.

He felt extremely ridiculous.

So while no one was paying attention, he raised his hands, covered his head and face with his sleeves, and fled the scene in embarrassment.

Fan Li glanced at him indifferently without any reaction.

Zhou Ming glanced at the direction Lin Zichen left, frowned, and followed him.

The temperature on the field dropped quickly.

As expected, this physical cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core also went back to gain insights.

Fan Li received another "reward", a heavy storage bag.

The physical cultivator's surname is Gao and his name is Qisheng. He is an extremely difficult cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. Even among cultivators of the same level, there are few who can defeat him.

Although Fan Li won by outsmarting his opponent, there is no doubt that he did defeat his opponent. This is enough to show that Fan Li has the strength to challenge opponents of higher levels.

Those mid-stage Jindan cultivators who had been eager to make a move were now hesitant and didn't rush up to challenge. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if they were really defeated by an early-stage Jindan cultivator?

For a moment, there was no next challenger on the stage, which was in stark contrast to the previous heated scene.

At this moment, someone in the audience shouted loudly: "Daoyou, your strength is extraordinary. Would you like to challenge a late Jindan cultivator?"

"Yes, yes, let's challenge the late Jindan stage!"

"Maybe you can even defeat someone in the late Jindan stage!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many people started to make a fuss and put Fan Li on the fire.

It’s not that they really think Fan Li has the ability, but Fan Li aroused their desire to win.

They didn't believe that Fan Li could be any more powerful. She had won so many games in a row, and they wanted to see her fail and temper her fighting spirit.

Unexpectedly, Fan Li jumped off the stage on his own initiative.

A head of black hair fluttered up and then slowly fell down.

The booing noises suddenly stopped.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, staring at her without blinking, and the scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Fan Li smiled faintly, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "You all think too highly of me. It was only thanks to Brother Gao's mercy that I was able to narrowly defeat him. How dare I, so ignorant as to challenge a late Jindan cultivator again?"

Appropriate humility can win the favor of others.

Of course, Fan Li's goal wasn't to win others' favor. The first bird to stick its head out gets hammered down, and she'd already been in the spotlight enough today; it was time to stop.

After hearing her say this, those cultivators in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm felt much more at ease, and looked at her with admiration.

He is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and has outstanding talent. He has a bright future.

At this time, someone stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, since you don't intend to challenge someone of a higher level, can I challenge you to a duel?"

This person is also in the early stage of Golden Core.

Fan Li politely declined the offer: "Let's do it another day. I can't handle the competition any longer."

Another person asked, "Another day? What about tomorrow?"

Everyone looked at Fan Li with anticipation, their eyes burning with passion, almost ready to turn into substance and tie Fan Li up.

Facing these gazes, Fan Li hesitated and said, "Tomorrow..."

"She's not free tomorrow."

A clear voice interrupted.

The person who spoke was Lu Xingran.

Lu Xingran came to Fan Li, hooked her shoulder and said domineeringly: "Her time tomorrow belongs to me. If you want to spar, find someone else. Don't keep staring at her."

He paused, and swept his eyes across everyone present with a sharp sword.

"Or, I can spar with you. I have plenty of time and am always available."

Who here doesn’t know Lu Xingran, the senior sister of Jianmen Sect?

The sect disciple chuckled, "No, no."

Lu Xingran looked at the others again and smiled politely.

Those people took a step back and pretended to be busy and left. As expected, they didn't dare to bother Fan Li anymore.

Seeing this, Lu Xingran raised an eyebrow at Fan Li.

"Since you're too embarrassed to refuse, I'll help you reject them. You won't blame me for being nosy, right?"

Fan Li was not embarrassed, she was just afraid that it would undermine their self-confidence too much.

But she still said thank you to Lu Xingran.

"You're welcome, I'm your sister." Lu Xingran rubbed her head with a warm smile.

She has a cool and noble appearance, and when she smiles, she has the magic to melt the winter snow, just like an intimate older sister.

Fan Li was a little stunned.

She was a little dazed, and her nose felt a little sour.

In her previous life, she had lived with her senior brothers since she was a child. They took care of her daily life and treated her like a boy. They were very careless about everything, but she was used to it.

She never thought there was anything wrong with this, and did not envy others for having a senior sister as a companion.

It was not until she made a fool of herself in her first visit to Kui Shui that she realized the difference between men and women. She could no longer ask her senior brother for many things, and she began to envy other people's senior sisters.

Because she didn't.

Fan Li always thought that her senior brothers were careless with her and caused her harm because they were men, and men are certainly not as careful and considerate as women.

It wasn't until Song Xixi appeared that she realized that they also had a caring and gentle side, and that they also knew how to take care of a girl.

Fan Li couldn't help but wonder, if she had a senior sister by her side from the beginning, would her life not have been so miserable...

At this moment, someone recognized Fan Li's identity and was whispering to each other not far away.

"I remember now. That female cultivator is the direct disciple of Master Yunmeng, named Fan Li, who has innate ice spiritual roots."

"So he's the Sect Master's personal disciple. No wonder he's so powerful. Master Yunmeng has a good way of teaching people."

"But why did I hear that Fan Li's strength is the weakest among the direct disciples?"

"The rumors are false, right? If she is the weakest, then how can we survive? Don't listen to these hearsays."

......

"Where are you planning to go next?" Lu Xingran asked casually.

Fan Li looked particularly well-behaved in front of her and said honestly, "The Sutra Library."

Lu Xingran didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and said, "I'll accompany you."

With her around, anyone who wants to take advantage of Fan Li has to think carefully beforehand.

Fan Li did not refuse her kindness and nodded slightly.

At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice fell above everyone's head.

"Everyone."

The sound came from the direction of the ring. Everyone's attention was attracted by this pleasant sound and they naturally looked over there.

It turned out to be the Holy Maiden of the Beast Taming Sect, Ji Miaomiao.

What was the Saint Lady doing up there? Was she looking for someone to spar with?

However, the saint was not alone. Behind her were two female disciples with flying cloud hairpins. They were dressed in the style of the Beast Taming Sect and had beautiful patterns painted on their faces.

They held a long black box in their hands, which required two people to lift.

Everyone was very curious about the black box, but unfortunately the material of that thing was very special and could not be seen through by spiritual sense.

There was silence in the audience; they were unsure of what the saint was trying to do.

Fan Li did not rush to the Sutra Library, but also stood below and watched.

Her intuition told her that the contents of the black box would be of great use to her.

She could even feel a magical call.

What could it be?

Fan Li narrowed his eyes slightly and resisted the urge to take out the replica mirror to appraise the treasure.

The Saint smiled and said, "The atmosphere is just right, why not have a competition between spirit beasts?"

The Saint placed her delicate hands on the black box and looked at the crowd, "What's inside is the prize. Believe me, no one can refuse it."

The saint's voice seemed to have a subtle allure, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the black box.

Without further ado, the saint slowly opened the black box.