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Xuan Huilang, the leader of the Tianji Pavilion, slowly stepped out of the interrogation hall, his heart swirling with emotion. He could still vividly remember the moment he and his junior apprentice, Yun Yifei, entered the sect together three hundred years ago. Back then, he wasn't yet honored as the leader of the Tianji Pavilion, and Yun Yifei hadn't yet become an elder.

"Senior Brother, look at that flying sword. When will I be able to control it freely?" Yun Yifei's voice was full of envy and desire, and his eyes followed the sword light flying through the air.

"Just him? He has such poor talent, yet he still wants to fly with a sword. It's simply a pipe dream!" The disciple beside him whispered.

"That's right. If the sect master hadn't considered him as his senior brother's orphan, there's no way he could have become the sect master's disciple." Another disciple echoed.

Xuan Huilang frowned. He had naturally heard the discussions, but he ignored them. He gently patted his junior brother on the shoulder and said encouragingly, "Junior brother, you and I are both Master's last disciples. Although your talent may not be as good as mine, hard work can make up for your shortcomings. With time, you will definitely be able to fly with a sword."

Upon hearing this, Yun Yifei's eyes flashed with determination, but it was quickly replaced by inferiority: "Brother, I always hold you back. If Master hadn't considered me your orphan, I wouldn't have had the chance to become the Sect Master's disciple."

Xuan Huilang frowned and said sternly, "Junior brother, stop talking nonsense. You and I are fellow students and are as close as brothers. How can you say I'm holding you back?"

Yun Yifei forced a smile, but could not hide the disappointment in his eyes. He knew that the comments of his fellow disciples were not groundless. His talent was indeed not as good as his brothers, and he always encountered various difficulties in his cultivation.

However, Xuan Huilang was well aware of his junior's efforts and perseverance. He knew that although Yun Yifei was slightly less talented, his diligence and perseverance were unmatched. In his heart, his junior had always been a person worthy of respect and trust.

Xuan Huilang decided to prove his junior's worth through his own actions. He would work even harder to teach him, helping him overcome difficulties and improve his abilities. He believed that one day, his junior would silence those who criticized him with his own strength.

As time went by, Xuan Huilang and Yun Yifei practiced and grew together. Xuan Huilang was gifted and could easily master the magic taught by his master, while Yun Yifei needed to put in more effort.

Whenever Yun Yifei encountered setbacks in his cultivation, Xuan Huilang was always there to offer encouragement and support. "Brother, look at me, I can never quite get the hang of refining this magical instrument." Yun Yifei hung his head in frustration, feeling a sense of inferiority and helplessness. He knew his talent wasn't as good as Xuan Huilang's, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to reach his brother's level.

Struggling with failure, Yun Yifei felt increasingly tormented. He looked at the scattered and powerless spells in his hands, as if mocking his incompetence. His fellow apprentices were constantly discussing his abilities, praising Xuan Huilang's talent but ignoring Yun Yifei's efforts.

"Yun Yifei, he's just too stupid. No matter how hard he tries, it's useless."

"Yes, Xuan Huilang is still amazing. He is the pride of the sect!"

"How could he become the sect leader's personal disciple when he has such poor talent?" a new disciple asked in confusion.

"You're new here and don't know. Let me explain it to you."

Although they spoke quietly, these words still penetrated his ears, like sharp swords, piercing Yun Yifei's heart. He couldn't help but wonder: Is it really because I am too untalented that no matter how hard I try, I can't succeed?

However, Yun Yifei didn't give up. He firmly believed that hard work could make up for his shortcomings. As long as he worked hard enough, he would one day surpass Xuan Huilang. He got up early every day and practiced diligently, never missing any opportunity to improve himself.

"Junior brother, don't be impatient when refining Qi. You have made a lot of progress. Just keep up the good work." Xuan Huilang patiently demonstrated it to him over and over again.

Yun Yifei raised his head, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. But deep down in his heart, there was an unspeakable bitterness. He knew that his senior brother's encouragement was only out of goodwill, but the gap between him and his senior brother was so huge.

As time passed, Yun Yifei's jealousy and resentment grew. He watched Xuan Huilang gradually become the pride of the sect, while he could never surpass him. His heart was filled with resentment, but he had no place to vent.

"Senior Brother, you are always so outstanding. When can I be like you?" There was a hint of bitterness in Yun Yifei's voice, and his eyes revealed deep inferiority.

Xuan Huilang sighed and said comfortingly, "Junior brother, everyone has his or her own path. You don't have to compare yourself with me. The sect has seen your efforts."

Yun Yifei fell silent, a complex light flashing in his eyes. He knew that his senior brother was right, but the jealousy and resentment in his heart followed him like a shadow, making him unable to let go.

It wasn't until today that Xuan Huilang truly realized that his junior fellow apprentice's jealousy and resentment had pushed him down a path of no return. He recalled every detail of the past, feeling a surge of helplessness and regret.

"Junior brother, why are you doing this..." Xuan Huilang murmured softly, tears flashing in his eyes. He wished so much that his junior brother could let go of the burden in his heart, regain his confidence, and embark on his own path.

He knew that nothing could be undone. His junior brother's self-destruction was not only a sign of despair over his own fate, but also a betrayal of the sect. Xuan Huilang took a deep breath, suppressing the grief in his heart. He had to be strong, for the sect, for the disciples who were still alive.

"Master Xuan, why are you still standing here in a daze? Come and take a look at this." The voice of an elder interrupted Xuan Huilang's memories.

He looked up and saw several elders gathered together, discussing something. Xuan Huilang suppressed his emotions and walked over quickly. He knew that no matter what the past was, he had to face reality and lead the Tianji Pavilion into the future.

After the three trials concluded, everyone returned to their respective resting courtyards and waited for the next day's sect competition to conclude. The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the atmosphere in the viewing platform was tense and exciting.

The Xiaoyao Valley Sect Master stood on the high platform, surveying the surroundings. His voice boomed, "Everyone, today's sect competition has concluded. Although there were minor incidents in the team competition, they did not affect the competition. Everything on the Demonic Tide battlefield was recorded by the Water Mirror."

On the viewing platform, the monks who had placed bets in the gambling house forgot that they were still injured. They all pricked up their ears to listen, and at the same time could not help but talk about it.

"I think the champion this year must be Wuliang Sect! Jiang Qingwu is so courageous! So handsome!" A female cultivator praised.

"Yes, their cooperation is really tacit, and that Feng Ci, the formation he set up is so powerful!" Another cultivator said with admiration while holding his own formation plate.

"This sect competition was really exciting, and every sect performed very well." An old monk stroked his beard and smiled.

The disciples waiting in the stands were also anxiously waiting, hoping to get a good ranking for the sect. They were whispering to each other.

"I wonder what place our sect ranks?" a disciple from Miaoyin Hall asked curiously.

"I hope I can be in the top three." A male disciple prayed while holding his spirit sword.

"I think we have tried our best. No matter what the result is, we should be proud of ourselves." The slightly older senior sister comforted the younger brothers and sisters beside her.

The leader of Xiaoyao Valley continued, "After evaluation by the elders and leaders of various sects, the ranking list for this sect competition is as follows." He paused and glanced at everyone present.

"The Myriad Beast Sect, through excellent cooperation, hunted down many magical beasts in this sect competition and won fifth place."

When the disciples of the Wanshou Sect heard the result, they smiled with satisfaction and high-fived each other to celebrate.

The crowd in the viewing platform began to discuss: "The Myriad Beast Sect is truly amazing! Their cooperation is truly seamless!"

"Yes, this achievement is well deserved!" The elders of the sect also nodded in approval.

"Although the disciples of Xiaoyao Valley hunted fewer monsters, they were not afraid of danger and rescued their teammates in times of danger, winning fourth place." The disciples of Xiaoyao Valley breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that they had put in a lot of effort in the competition, and this result was an affirmation of them.

Warm applause rang out from the viewing platform: "The disciples of Xiaoyao Valley are truly brave and fearless!"

"Their team spirit is worth learning from!" The elders of the sect also praised Xiaoyao Valley's performance.

"The disciples of Tianji Pavilion set up many formations for the Demonic Tide battlefield, providing a lot of protection against future Demonic Tide attacks, and won third place."

The disciples of Tianji Pavilion cheered excitedly. They were proud of their sect.

The monks were all amazed: "The formation of Tianji Pavilion is truly exquisite!"

"Their wisdom and skills are admirable!" The elders of the sect also spoke highly of the achievements of Tianji Pavilion.

"The disciples of Qingyun Sect hunted magical beasts with heroic spirit and efficiency. They killed the most magical beasts, and therefore ranked second."

The disciples of Qingyun Sect jumped up excitedly. Their efforts were finally rewarded.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the stands: "The Qingyun Sect's disciples are truly amazing!"

"It's so cool! The moves Lin Yu used to kill the monsters were so clean and neat! He's worthy of being a disciple of the First Sword Sect!"

"Their strength is amazing!" The sect elders praised Qingyun Sect's performance.

Finally, the leader of Xiaoyao Valley took a deep breath and announced loudly: "Not only did the Wuliang Sect kill many monsters because of their tacit cooperation, but the formations laid by disciple Feng Ci were countless. Moreover, because of his excellent command of the battle, he led everyone to defeat the evil demon's conspiracy and won the championship!"

As soon as he finished speaking, deafening cheers erupted from the stands.

Everyone praised Wuliang Sect's powerful strength and outstanding performance.

"Wulian Zong is truly the well-deserved champion!"

"Yes!"

"If it were me, I'd probably have already been reincarnated again!"

"Hahahaha, don't underestimate yourself, brother."

"I mean it!"

Words like these from the viewing platform all showed everyone's admiration for the Wuliang Sect...

"Their coordination and strategy are truly impeccable!"

"It's a pity that he is not my disciple..."

"Where on earth did the Wuliang Sect find such a good disciple? I want to find one too..."

The elders of various sects also expressed their sincere congratulations and high praise for the achievements of Wuliang Sect.

Jiang Qingwu and the other three were very excited. They were proud of their sect and satisfied with their performance in the competition.

"We did it!" Mo Yunsheng said excitedly.

"Yes, this is the result of our joint efforts." Su Chen said.

"Aci is truly amazing! The formation he set up was one of the key factors in our victory!" Mo Yunsheng praised, then turned around and held Jiang Qingwu's hand and said, "But Junior Master is still amazing. If it weren't for Junior Master, we would have been in danger of death."

"I think so too." Feng Ci, who was originally scratching his head shyly because of Mo Yunsheng's words, also affirmed.

"But this victory belongs to every one of us." Jiang Qingwu shook his head and said, "Without you, I wouldn't be able to carry on alone."

Jiang Qingwu and others on the Wuliang Sect's viewing platform smiled at each other, with excitement flashing in their eyes.

Feng Jingchen clapped his hands gently and steadily, his eyes filled with satisfaction: "Our Wuliang Sect has finally won the championship. This is the best affirmation for us. You are worthy of being Junior Masters!"

Lin Muci laughed cheerfully and said, "Yes, Senior Brother, Junior Uncle and the others really shined this time. I've said it before, our Wuliang Sect disciples are the best."

Zhongli Xiu smiled carelessly, yet at the crucial moment, he remained composed. "Indeed, this victory is the result of our joint efforts. The glory of our Wuliang Sect will be protected by us."

Feng Ci interrupted lively, "No, Third Brother, what does it have to do with you? You're not going to play."

"Tsk... my heart is going on stage with you guys!" Zhongli Xiu said angrily.

Su Chen said calmly and steadily, "Although we won, we must not be proud. The road ahead is still long, and we need to work harder." A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This feeling was really good...

Mo Yunsheng smiled lively, his eyes twinkling. "Su Chen is right. We must remain humble and keep working hard. This victory is a new starting point for us."

Sang Wan smiled slyly, the agility of the demon race fully displayed in her. She stood beside Lin Muci and congratulated him, "Disciples of the Wuliang Sect, this victory is a reflection of your strength. As a guest of the Wuliang Sect, I am also proud of you, the younger generation."

Su Chen smiled restrainedly and said implicitly: "The glory of Wuliang Sect is the result of our joint efforts. I will continue to work hard and contribute my strength to the sect."

Shi Chenbai said calmly, "As an elder of the General Affairs Hall of the Wuliang Sect, I am proud of you. Your victory is the glory of the Wuliang Sect. As Feng Ci's teacher, I feel that your formation this time is a little inadequate. I will tell you later."

Hearing this, Feng Ci's smile froze on his face, and he cried out in his heart: "No..."

He Yihuan looked at his apprentice Jiang Qingwu expressionlessly. A flicker of satisfaction in his eyes showed that he was in a good mood, but the words he spoke were cold and heartless: "Well done. I am proud of you and you."

Jiang Qingwu also responded calmly, "Master, all of this is due to your wise teachings. We, the disciples of the Wuliang Sect, will continue to work hard and live up to your expectations."

He Yihuan noticed that her expression was a little chafed, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She turned her back to sip her tea without saying anything else, while Jiang Qingwu secretly laughed in her heart.

The cheers and laughter of the crowd echoed in the stands. They knew that this victory was not only a testament to their strength, but also a hope for the future. They would work hand in hand to continue forging ahead on the path of cultivation, safeguarding the glory of the Wuliang Sect and protecting the peace of the Dongxu Realm.

The sect competition officially ended, and everyone packed up and prepared to return...