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"I'm fine..." Although Yin Zhi was unwilling, she also knew the gap in qualifications between herself and Mo Yunsheng. Her master often told her that people who practice Taoism should avoid creating inner demons for themselves.

"That's good. Let's go check on Senior Sister Ye Lan's injuries together." Jun Yichen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah."

The two hurried to the rest area of ​​Miaoyin Hall, concerned about Ye Lan's injuries, but fortunately, the elixirs of Wuliang Sect were of good quality, and Ye Lan was no longer in danger.

Mo Yunsheng followed Lin Feixue and kept apologizing. Fang Xianya couldn't bear to argue with the junior. He had already apologized and compensated for the gift. She comforted him, "It's okay. Although it was a point, it's understandable in a competition. Don't take it to heart."

"Well, thank you, Elder Fang." Mo Yunsheng said obediently.

The arena of the sect competition was bustling with activity. Turning to the other battle areas, the culinary competition grounds were filled with fragrant aromas, and various spiritual foods exuded an alluring glow and fragrance. The arena was packed with spectators, who looked on curiously, anticipating the start of this unique competition.

In the preparation area, the kitchen practitioners were busy preparing the ingredients. Each kitchen practitioner from a different sect brought their own unique kitchen utensils and precious ingredients, and each one's face was filled with concentration.

Pei Yi sat next to Jiang Qingwu and others, his eyes fixed on the field, his eyes flashing with excitement and scrutiny.

The competition began, and the first to take the stage was a culinary disciple from the Myriad Beasts Sect. Dressed in a Hunan-colored kitchen uniform, he gracefully began to process the ingredients. The knife in his hand moved through the ingredients like flowing water, slicing each piece with an even thickness, like a piece of exquisite art.

He put the processed ingredients into the pot. With the infusion of spiritual power, colorful light instantly rose from the pot. In the light, one could vaguely see the spiritual power flowing among the ingredients and blending with each other.

After a while, a spiritual food emitting a fresh fragrance came out of the pot. The spiritual food looked like a blooming flower, the petals were carved from spiritual vegetables, and the pistil was a crystal clear spiritual fruit. It was surrounded by a faint halo of spiritual power, like something from fairyland.

"Wow, I didn't expect that the Myriad Beasts Sect has such a gifted disciple in the art of cooking. This spiritual food looks amazing, and the level of spiritual energy fusion is so high." Someone in the audience exclaimed in admiration.

"Hmph, don't jump to conclusions too quickly. There are even more amazing things to come," another viewer retorted.

Pei Yi smiled slightly and said to Jiang Qingwu and others, "The method of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect seems gorgeous, but in fact there are some flaws in the fusion of spiritual power and ingredients. They pay too much attention to the appearance, and the spiritual power is somewhat scattered in the petals. If the spiritual power can be concentrated more on the spiritual fruit in the pistil, the effect of this dish will be better." After listening, everyone nodded thoughtfully.

Next up was the chef from Xiaoyao Valley. He was a bit chubby, with a simple, honest look, but his movements were incredibly nimble. He pulled out a large piece of spirit flesh, and the spiritual energy in his hands transformed into flames, instantly enveloping the flesh.

As the meat roasted, he continuously sprinkled it with various rare spices, each of which released unique spiritual energy fluctuations in the flames. The flesh gradually became golden and crispy in the flames, its skin gleaming with an alluring sheen, like a layer of golden armor. When he brought the roasted flesh out, the aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of spices filled the entire arena, making everyone salivate.

"This spiritual meat looks very chewy. I feel like eating it can increase a lot of spiritual power." An audience member swallowed and said.

Pei Yi spoke again, "The spiritual meat from Xiaoyao Valley is truly exquisite in its use of heat and spices. Roasting it with spiritual flames allows the spiritual energy of the spices to fully penetrate the meat, enhancing its spiritual energy storage. However, while the quality of the spiritual meat they selected is high, they didn't completely remove impurities during the initial processing, which may affect the purity of the spiritual energy after consumption."

The competition intensified, with chefs from every sect pulling out all the stops. Some crafted ethereal spiritual dishes that seemed like ethereal dreams, while others created dishes as majestic as towering mountains. Each dish possessed a unique method of retaining spiritual energy and combining ingredients to create a truly effective dish.

Pei Yi continued explaining to Jiang Qingwu and the others, "Look at this dish! It compresses spiritual energy inside the spiritual food, forming a structure similar to a spiritual energy core. This method is very clever, allowing the spiritual energy to be released slowly and prolonging the effect. However, the downside is that if the diner can't finish eating before the spiritual energy is fully released, a lot of spiritual energy will be wasted."

"There's also this one. It utilizes a variety of mutually reinforcing and counteracting ingredients, using spiritual energy to catalyze reactions between them, generating new spiritual energy fluctuations. This requires a deep understanding of the characteristics of the ingredients, but they can still improve on controlling the intensity of the reaction. Currently, some spiritual energy fluctuations are too intense, which may cause a slight burden to the consumer."

In the audience, Lin Muci looked at the competition venue with shining eyes: "These spiritual foods look delicious. It would be great if I could try them."

Zhongli Xiu smiled and said, "You only know how to eat, but these spiritual foods do look extraordinary. The use of spiritual energy is very sophisticated."

Feng Ci also nodded and said, "That's right, this cooking competition not only tests your cooking skills, but also requires a high level of control over your spiritual power."

Lin Muci asked Pei Yi curiously, "Uncle Pei, can we eat these?"

Pei Yi laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha, if you want to eat it, come back to the sect and I'll make it for you."

Feng Jingchen looked at the competition arena and said thoughtfully, "This culinary competition has given me a new understanding of the use of spiritual power. Different methods can create such a variety of effects."

Although the food is delicious, you can only smell it but not eat it, which makes everyone focus on the visual experience of the physical training competition. Physical training emphasizes the strength of the body and the burst of power. It is a training method full of blood and passion.

In the audience, Lin Feixue and the others watched the match intently. Li Qingtong frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

Feng Jingchen had a calm expression on his face, his eyes revealing his anticipation for the game.

While eating the spiritual fruit, Lin Muci muttered, "Oh, the physical cultivation competition must be very exciting." Zhong Lixiu nodded in agreement, "That's right, the power of physical cultivators should not be underestimated." Feng Ci also stared at the competition field intently, full of curiosity.

Mo Yunsheng waved his hands excitedly: "I wonder how Senior Brother Su Chen will perform. Why does he suddenly want to participate in the physical training competition?"

In a corner of the arena, Su Chen was standing quietly, his expression calm, not a trace of nervousness visible. He was wearing a simple cyan suit, his posture upright, like a steady mountain.

His eyes were firm and deep, as if he was thinking about the upcoming battle strategy.

The competition began, and the first to take the stage were disciples from the Hehuan Sect and physical training disciples from another sect.

Compared to other sects whose cultivators are burly, muscular, and exude a powerful aura, the difference is that the physical cultivators of the Hehuan Sect do not look like physical cultivators. Instead, they look like the playboys or delicate daughters of some wealthy family.

The two men stood facing each other, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

The competition was about to begin, and they rushed towards each other like beasts finding their prey.

The clash of fists resounded across the arena like muffled thunder. Their movements were swift and powerful, each move imbued with immense force. The audience, captivated by the ferocious fighting, cheered relentlessly.

"Wow, this physical training competition is so exciting!"

“It’s just amazing to see their strength.”

"So the disciples of the Hehuan Sect are so strong and capable of fighting!"

Amidst the audience's cheers, the competition entered a fierce stage. The two physical training disciples exchanged blows, neither giving in. Their bodies were covered in sweat, but the fighting spirit in their eyes remained undimmed.

After a fierce competition, the winner was finally decided. The victorious Hehuan Sect disciple raised his hands high, enjoying the cheers of the audience. The losing disciple, though somewhat disappointed, also accepted the result calmly.

Next, it was Su Chen's turn. He slowly walked onto the field, facing a powerful physical training expert. This expert was named Zhao Wu, also from the Hehuan Sect. Zhao Wu was tall, with slightly muscular build, and his eyes revealed a strong sense of confidence.

"Are you Su Chen from Wuliang Sect? I heard that you are a medical practitioner, but I didn't expect that you would also come to participate in the physical training competition." Zhao Wu said with a hint of provocation.

Su Chen had no expression on his face, and simply responded calmly: "Please teach me."

The match began, and Zhao Wu took the lead in attacking. Like a ferocious cheetah, he instantly rushed towards Su Chen. His fist, with great force, smashed into Su Chen's chest.

Su Chen's eyes flashed, and he quickly dodged to the side. Zhao Wu's fist brushed past his body, creating a gust of wind. Su Chen didn't panic. He calmly observed Zhao Wu's movements, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Seeing that his first strike had missed, Zhao Wu attacked again. His fists rained down on Su Chen, each one carrying immense force. Su Chen continued to dodge Zhao Wu's attacks, while also searching for his weakness.

The audience watched the game nervously and were worried about Su Chen.

"Can this Su Chen do it? Zhao Wu's attack is too fierce."

"I don't know. I heard that Su Chen is a medical practitioner."

"The disciples of Wuliang Sect shouldn't be defeated so easily."

After dodging a series of attacks from Zhao Wu, Su Chen finally found his chance. When Zhao Wu punched him again, Su Chen suddenly turned sideways, then quickly reached out and grabbed Zhao Wu's wrist. He twisted it hard, and Zhao Wu's body instantly lost balance.

Su Chen seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, his fist smashing fiercely into Zhao Wu's abdomen. Zhao Wu groaned in pain, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he quickly adjusted his posture and attacked Su Chen again.

The two fought back and forth in an extremely fierce battle. Su Chen relied on his calm mind and agility to fight Zhao Wu to a draw.

In the audience, Jiang Qingwu and others were also watching the game nervously.

"Come on, Senior Brother Su Chen!" Mo Yunsheng shouted loudly.

Lin Muci also clenched his fists: "Su Chen, don't lose."

Feng Jingchen nodded slightly, full of confidence in Su Chen.

Zhongli Xiu said, "Su Chen usually seems quiet, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful in battle."

Feng Ci also looked at the competition field nervously: "I hope Senior Brother Su Chen can win."

The game entered a stalemate, and both sides had already consumed a lot of physical strength. But they still did not give up and continued to fight hard.

This match made the elders of Xiaoyao Valley's blood boil. They clenched their fists tightly and turned to look at Li Qinglian fiercely: "You are a bunch of damn freaks with talent!"

"So what? It's God's gift." Li Qinglian said indifferently while eating spiritual fruit.

"Hmph!" Xiaoyaogu was so angry at Li Qinglian that he fumed and glared.

"Fellow Daoist Su is so powerful. Finally, there is a medical practitioner who can clear our name. We are not helpless money bags." A fellow Daoist from Xiaoyao Valley said excitedly.

"Wake up, his master cleared his name hundreds of years ago. In fact, their Wuliang Sect is a special case."

"No, buddy, don't be like that...Isn't it okay to fantasize?"

"Then think about it."

Su Chen knew he couldn't continue in this stalemate. He decided to take the initiative and attack. He took a deep breath, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and suddenly rushed towards Zhao Wu. His speed was extremely fast, like lightning.

Before Zhao Wu could react, Su Chen was already in front of him. Su Chen's fist, with great force, smashed into Zhao Wu's chest. Zhao Wu was caught off guard by this sudden attack and flew backwards.

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but he still stood up tenaciously, ready to continue fighting.

However, the referee announced the result of the game at this time.

"Su Chen of Wuliang Sect wins!"

The audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

"Su Chen is so amazing!"

"Hiss...it has to be the Wuliang Sect. Medical practitioners can be used as physical practitioners."

Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile on his face. He walked off the field and came to Jiang Qingwu and the others.

"Senior Brother, you are awesome!" Mo Yunsheng said excitedly.

Lin Muci also smiled and said, "Su Chen, you fought a really wonderful battle."

Su Chen nodded slightly and said, "Thank you everyone."

At this moment, Sang Wan came over. She smiled and said to Su Chen, "Little Su Chen, your physical training strength is quite good."

Su Chen said somewhat embarrassedly, "Senior Sang Wan, thank you for the compliment."

Sang Wan looked at everyone and said, "Every one of your Wuliang Sect disciples is truly outstanding. This sect competition is truly eye-opening for me."

On the other side of the arena, some disciples from other sects were also discussing Su Chen's performance.

"That Su Chen from the Wuliang Sect is so powerful that he actually defeated Zhao Wu from the Hehuan Sect."

"Yes, the disciples of Wuliang Sect really should not be underestimated."

"Xiao Wu..." Zhao Wu's master found him with a heavy expression.

"Master...I am incompetent..." Zhao Wu said ashamedly. Who would have thought that he, a physical cultivator, would lose to someone else's medical cultivator!

"Ah? It's okay. I just want to tell you not to think too much. I didn't beat his master back then... It's great that you can hold on for so long. Li Qinglian still can't cultivate a second self, hahahahahahahaha." She laughed twistedly.

"..." Watching all this, Zhao Wu didn't know whether to feel sorry for his own match or to comfort his master...