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The atmosphere at the sect competition was heated and tense. Countless eyes were focused on the center of the field, anticipating the thrilling matches to unfold.

All participants and spectators of the sect competition were inspected before entering using a magic detection device crafted by Master Chenbai to ensure that no demons had infiltrated the arena. This measure gave everyone greater peace of mind and laid the foundation for a fair and just competition.

On the high platform of the competition venue, representatives from Tianji Pavilion and Xiaoyao Valley, the organizers of this sect competition, were giving opening speeches.

The voice of the Tianji Pavilion Sect Master was loud and resonant throughout the arena:

"Fellow righteous men and women, we gather here today to hold this grand sect competition. This competition aims to test the strength of the disciples of each sect and promote communication and cooperation among them. While this sect competition emphasizes team competition, individual competitions also make up a small portion of the competition. We hope that all disciples will uphold the principles of fairness, justice, and openness in the competition and demonstrate their strength and style. At the same time, to ensure the fairness of the competition, all participants in the sect competition, including spectators, have been tested and verified by the magic detection device developed by the Infinite Grandmaster, Elder Chen Bai, and have been gathered here. Disciples with abnormalities have been imprisoned in our sect's dungeon. Everyone can compete with confidence!"

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the Xiaoyao Valley Sect Master resounded throughout the venue: "My Xiaoyao Valley will provide comprehensive medical care for all present. Please rest assured, but we must be disciplined and stop at the right time. Please do not damage the harmony between the sects."

Afterwards, the two exchanged glances and said in unison, "The 137th Sect Conference has officially begun!"

Below the stage, the elders from various major sects gathered here all had their eyes filled with anticipation, and were either blessing or giving caring instructions to their disciples.

Li Qingtong, Shi Chenbai, Lin Feixue, Li Qinglian, and Pei Yi were all sitting in the viewing stands. They looked solemn, their eyes full of anticipation, and were even more nervous than when they went on stage themselves.

Sang Wan also came to the sect competition and sat next to Lin Muci. She watched the competition with great interest, her eyes gleaming with scrutiny.

Mo Yunsheng tugged at Jiang Qingwu's sleeve tightly, his eyes flickering with anxiety: "Junior Master, I'm so nervous. With so many people here, this match is bound to be intense."

Jiang Qingwu gently patted Mo Yunsheng's hand and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, Yunsheng. You work so hard, so there will be no problem. Just show your strength."

Su Chen also comforted her from the side: "Junior sister, relax, just treat it as a normal training, we all believe in you."

Mo Yunsheng took a deep breath and nodded: "Thank you, Junior Uncle and Senior Brother, I will work hard."

As the leaders of Tianji Pavilion and Xiaoyao Valley finished their words, warm applause and cheers rang out in the arena.

The competition officially began, with the first competition being a competition of musical skills and combat techniques. Mo Yunsheng took a deep breath and slowly walked onto the field. Her eyes were determined, and she held the guzheng tightly in her hands, as if she were holding her own destiny in her hands.

The first person to come on stage was a disciple from Miaoyin Palace. I heard that he was one of the only two people selected from Miaoyin Palace in the aristocratic family competition at that time, so he must have some outstanding qualities.

"I have an impression of this child. She is from the Yin family's branch branch. Because she is talented, she was taken to the main family to be educated and trained. She is a good seedling for music cultivation. During the family competition, she even used a leaf to defend against a mad monster. She was very powerful." Shi Chenbai recalled.

"Well, it's pretty good, but not as good as Yun Sheng." Lin Feixue said expressionlessly.

"Oh, junior sister, don't be so harsh. It's true that young friend Yin's talent is not top-notch, but he works hard." Shi Chenbai looked at Lin Feixue and just as she finished speaking, the eyes from the Miaoyin Palace shot over like sharp arrows. In order to ease the awkwardness, he said

Lin Feixue simply shook her head and said nothing more. Although the people in Miaoyin Palace were unwilling to accept this, they had no other choice. The talent of everyone in Wuliang Sect could not be said to be a coincidence, but rather a blessing from heaven. Every one of them had excellent talent, and they were very envious...

I saw that little friend Yin on the field easily won his first victory——

Yin Zhi, graceful as a swallow, stood steady on the competition stage. She wore the uniform of a Miaoyin Hall inner sect disciple, her sleeves rustling in the breeze like a bird. The sect disciple across from her had a solemn expression, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

At the beginning of the battle, Yin Zhi took the lead. She lightly twisted the magic formula with her fingertips and muttered something.

In an instant, a sound wave shot out from the five-stringed harp in his hand like a spirit snake. The sound wave seemed to have substance, creating ripples in the air, making a strange "clang" sound, and rushing towards the opponent.

Upon seeing this, the sect disciples hurriedly performed defensive sound techniques. A layer of light blue light curtain appeared in front of them. The sound waves hit the light curtain, causing it to ripple like water waves and emit a "sizzling" sound of resistance.

The corners of Yin Zhi's mouth rose slightly, her hands danced faster, and sound formulas continued to flow out from her hands.

This time the sound waves were no longer single, but turned into the shape of a group of flying birds. They screamed and swooped down on each other, and the sharp sound seemed to be able to tear people's eardrums.

The sect disciples broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads and increased their spiritual power output. The light curtain became thicker, and the sound waves from the flying bird hit it, erupting with a series of "crackling" sounds like firecrackers and radiating light.

Just when the sect disciples thought they could withstand this wave of attacks, Yin Zhi suddenly changed his gestures and the sound formula changed again.

The original sound waves of the flying birds merged together and turned into a huge phoenix. The phoenix let out a long cry, and the loud voice shook the entire competition stage slightly.

The phoenix rushed towards the sect disciples with destructive force. The moment it touched the light curtain, it erupted with a deafening roar, like a thunderclap. Countless cracks appeared on the light curtain in an instant, and the sect disciples were shocked and retreated repeatedly by the powerful impact force.

The audience in the audience was so excited that their blood boiled, and cheers and exclamations came one after another.

"Miaoyin Palace! Miaoyin Palace!"

"Yin Zhi! Yin Zhi!"

"It's amazing! This sound technique is simply amazing!"

"I'm afraid this Qingyun Sect disciple is going to lose."

"There's nothing we can do. After all, the Qingyun Sect's main focus is sword cultivation."

After a game ended, disciples from Xiaoyao Valley immediately came to check the injuries of the two contestants.

Next came the duel between the Beast Taming Sect's Yin Xiu and the Hehuan Sect's Yin Xiu. The two were evenly matched. If it weren't for the fact that the Beast Taming Sect's young disciple's cultivation level was still a little lower than that of the Hehuan Sect's, the fight would have definitely continued for a long time.

The evenly matched contest between the two made the crowd in the stands excited.

In the competition arena, the atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring about to break.

Jun Yichen, a disciple of Miaoyin Hall, stood tall and straight, holding a green flute, standing quietly on one side. He was as elegant as a green bamboo, with an extraordinary temperament and a bit of unrestrained and unruly.

On the other side, Su Muyang, a music practitioner from another sect, was holding a jade flute, with a solemn expression and a sharp light in his eyes, like an eagle ready to take off.

"Miaoyin Palace, Jun Yichen, please teach me."

"Qingyang Tower, Su Muyang, please teach me."

The competition began. Jun Yichen gently placed the flute to his lips and pressed the flute holes with his slender fingers. In an instant, the clear and melodious flute sound flowed out like a gurgling stream.

The flute's melodious, ethereal sound was like the first chirp of a bird in the mountains at dawn, awakening all that slumbered. The notes danced and weaved through the air, weaving a dreamlike canvas.

Each note is like a living spirit, dancing gracefully on the competition field, carrying the fragrance of blooming spring flowers, gently floating towards the opponent.

However, Su Muyang was no ordinary person. He took a deep breath and blew the jade xun. The deep and mellow sound of the xun resonated in the air like an ancient bell.

The sound seemed to come from the depths of time, carrying the weight of history, forming a sharp contrast with the lively flute sound. Wherever the sound of the xiao reached, the air seemed to grow sticky, as if it had sunk into a quagmire, trying to block the attack of the lively flute sound.

Jun Yichen frowned slightly, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He quickened the tempo of his flute, the sounds becoming rapid and cheerful, like a summer downpour, crackling against lotus leaves. The flute's notes transformed into countless sharp arrows, piercing through the thick melody of the xiao, attempting to break through the defenses.

The sound of the xiao becomes increasingly deeper, like surging waves, resisting the impact of the sharp arrows of the flute sound wave after wave. Where the two collide, there is a burst of "buzzing" sound, as if it is a fierce confrontation between two different wills.

The audience held their breath and stared at the stage intently.

Suddenly, Jun Yichen changed his fingering and blew out a series of extremely high notes. Those notes were like a skylark soaring into the sky, breaking through the heavy encirclement of the xiao sound.

Su Muyang's face changed and he hurriedly increased the power of the xiao sound, but it was too late. Jun Yichen took advantage of the situation and pursued him. The sound of the flute was like a surging river, rushing down and completely drowning the xiao sound.

At this moment, thunderous applause and cheers broke out from the audience——

"Miaoyin Palace! Miaoyin Palace!"

"Jun Yichen's practice of the Sound Technique is amazing!"

"As expected of the rising star of Miaoyin Palace!"

"Should I say that the sound formula still has to be from the Miaoyin Palace!"

Various sounds intertwined together, echoing throughout the entire competition arena.

"Hey! Fellow Daoist, that's wrong. There's an exception. The Wuliang Sect also participated in this Sound Cultivator Showdown..."

"hiss……"

"I heard that Wuliang Sect didn't have any disciples selected in the last Aristocratic Family Competition. Are the disciples they recruit from outside really that good?"

"Hey, what do you know? Everyone knows that every disciple of the Wuliang Sect is a talented cultivator with excellent aptitude. How could any of the disciples they picked up from outside the sect be any worse? Don't forget that Daojun Cangfeng was picked up from outside!"

"That's right, I heard that Daojun Cangfeng's senior disciple and closed disciple were also picked up from outside. They were chosen by Wuliang Sect, don't I know that?"

"Hey, stop talking! The new disciple of Wuliang Sect is about to take the stage!"

On the competition field, Mo Yunsheng, dressed in a grass-green dress, was as graceful as an angel, her sleeves fluttering in the breeze like a moving painting. The guzheng she held in her hands exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, as if quietly recounting an ancient legend. But in reality, she was terribly nervous.

Ye Li, a disciple of Miaoyin Hall opposite, was holding a jade flute, with a graceful posture and a confident look on her face. However, under Mo Yunsheng's aura, she seemed a little immature.

When Mo Yunsheng's eyes fell on the jade flute in Ye Li's hand, her thoughts drifted away. She recalled the days when she was trained by her senior brother, the countless hours she had spent gritting her teeth and persevering in practicing the Yin Jue.

The stern eyes and harsh requirements of the senior brother seemed to be right in front of us. Every training was like walking through thorns. If we made a mistake, we would be pricked by the thorns.

Those memories came flooding back like a tide, causing her heart to tighten suddenly. She gripped the guzheng tightly. "It's even more painful than my master's training!" she whispered softly. She instantly became alert, her eyes sharp as an eagle's.

The competition began. Ye Li gently opened her red lips and played the jade flute. The sound of the flute rose slowly, like a cool autumn night breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples.

The voice was cold and lonely, and the notes intertwined in the air, like a painting drawn with moonlight and frost flowers, showing a unique tenacity in the silence, trying to gain the upper hand in this gentle yet hidden powerful way.

Mo Yunsheng took a deep breath and placed her delicate hands on the guzheng.

In an instant, a wave of clear and passionate sound burst out from the guzheng.

Her fingering was as fast as lightning and as nimble as a butterfly dancing among flowers. The strings made clanging sounds when she plucked them, as if they were the roar of a sleeping dragon that had been awakened.

Each note seemed to carry the spirit of the earth, full of majestic momentum, sweeping towards Ye Li's flute sound.

Ye Li sensed the power of Mo Yunsheng's sound and hurriedly picked up the pace. The sound of the flute became rapid and sharp, like an icicle on a winter's day, trying to penetrate the mighty sound waves.

The sound waves of the flute turned into sharp sword energy, piercing towards Mo Yunsheng's vocal range, leaving invisible traces in the air, as if to break the heavy encirclement of the guzheng sound.

However, seeing this materialized sword energy, Mo Yunsheng's eyes became stern, which made her use all her strength to deal with it.

Seeing her expression, everyone in the Wuliang Sect dared not to look any further. Even the usually quiet Lin Feixue began to apologize to Fang Xianya, "I'm sorry, this is the Ten-Perfect Tonic Pill developed by my junior brother. Give it to the child later. Don't let the injury delay the child's cultivation."

"Why is this happening, Brother Lin?" Fang Xianya didn't understand Lin Feixue's tactics and didn't accept the precious pill.

The scene shifted to the competition field, where Mo Yunsheng's hands were like phantoms, leaving traces of afterimages on the guzheng.

The clear and crisp tone of the guzheng, which should have been like the rippling of water, became more and more passionate, as if thousands of horses were galloping and roaring, and the sound of horse hooves shattered the cold moonlit night painting like thunder.

The sound waves were like surging waves in the sea, one wave higher than the other, rushing back towards the sound of the flute.

Where the two collided, there was an earth-shaking roar, as if the gods in the sky were fighting. The exploding thunder made the surrounding air tremble violently, and sparks seemed to fly among the flashing lights.

Under the powerful impact of the sound waves, Ye Li's face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She tried her best to maintain the sound of the flute, but she felt like a small boat in a strong wind, which could be overturned at any time.

Mo Yunsheng's sound waves continued to come like an overwhelming tidal wave. Her strength completely overwhelmed Ye Li, leaving Ye Li powerless to defend herself and spitting out blood. The disciples of Xiaoyao Valley waiting in the wings were so frightened that they immediately went to check on Ye Li's injuries.

Mo Yunsheng, who had come to his senses, was also startled by Ye Li's condition. He hurriedly ran over and quickly stuffed a Ten-Ingredient Tonic Pill into Ye Li's hand. She was visibly getting better. Xian Ya, who was watching from the viewing platform, saw this and grabbed the pill from Lin Feixue's hand with a roar, "Not enough, another one!" Shi Chenbai immediately handed her another one...

"What kind of master leads what kind of disciple! Don't you know your own weight? You're so heavy-handed!" He said angrily. He was about to go on stage to give medicine to his disciple, but Mo Yunsheng had already fed the disciple the medicine and it was very obvious, so he didn't go forward anymore and was angry with Lin Feixue.

"Is there anything wrong with being powerful?" Lin Feixue raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, Junior Sister! Stop talking too much." Shi Chenbai laughed. "Junior Sister Fang, don't be angry. Our little Yunsheng is new here and this is her first time participating in this kind of competition. In the past, her senior brother always served as her sparring partner, and he didn't know how to control his strength. I'm sorry, sorry."

"Tsk, it's better if you didn't say it." Fairy Qinyun on the side teased.

"Then I won't say anything." Shi Chenbai listened to the advice and shut up.

The audience in the audience was already stunned by the shocking scene, and then broke into thunderous cheers and exclamations.

"This Mo Yunsheng is so amazing! His strength is simply unfathomable!"

"Ye Li is no match at all. Mo Yunsheng must be cheating!"

"This competition is a complete crushing victory..."

"Is this the strict selection of the Wuliang Sect..."

“I’ve learned a lot!”

"Luckily, I bet everything on the Wuliang Sect! I made a killing!"

Various sounds intertwined together, echoing in the air above the competition arena for a long time.

Yin Zhi and Jun Yichen outside the arena were both shocked by Mo Yunsheng's cultivation...

"Junior brother, is this the reason why Wuliang Sect didn't choose us?" Yin Zhi murmured absentmindedly.

"Senior Sister...don't think too much..." Jun Yichen comforted.