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The presiding elder shouted, "Team Assistance Award, 100 winners, Weapon Refining Sect!"

Upon hearing this result, the disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect were surprised at first, then smiled with relief. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with pride and joy.

An elderly disciple stepped forward to accept the honor on behalf of the Weapon Refining Sect. He bowed deeply to the presiding elder and the crowd, and said in a resonant voice, "Thank you all for your recognition of our Weapon Refining Sect. We will continue to work hard to provide even better weapon refining support to all sects!"

There was sparse applause from the audience, but the disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect didn't care at all. They huddled together tightly, as if this not-so-high ranking was already a great encouragement to them.

The presiding elder smiled and nodded, saying, "I hope the Weapon Refining Sect can continue to work hard and make continuous progress!"

The disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect responded in unison: "We will definitely live up to the expectations of the elders!" Then, they returned to their seats in an orderly manner, happily discussing the experience of winning the award.

The presiding elder shouted loudly: "No. 99, Hehuan Sect!"

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were whispering to each other, their eyes anxiously searching the crowd. At this moment, a graceful and charming woman walked out slowly. Her name was Liu Meiniang.

Liu Meiniang smiled sweetly and handed the spirit cores she had collected to the elder, who began to count them with an expressionless face.

The atmosphere around was tense and oppressive, and everyone was staring at the elder's actions.

After a while, the elder raised his head and announced loudly: "Hehuan Sect, 280 Spirit Cores!"

When Liu Meiniang heard the result, the smile on her face froze slightly, and then she regained her charming look. She bowed gently to the elders and everyone, and twisted her waist to return to the Hehuan Sect's team.

The presiding elder shouted loudly: "No. 98, Iron Blood Hall!"

The disciples of the Tiexue Hall fell silent instantly, their gazes focused on the front. A burly, resolute-looking man strode out. His name was Wu Meng.

Wu Meng's expression was serious. He held his spirit core in both hands and respectfully handed it to the elder. The elder took the spirit core and began to count it carefully.

At this time, there was silence all around, everyone held their breath, nervously waiting for the result.

After a while, the elder raised his head and announced loudly: "Iron Blood Hall, three hundred spirit cores!"

When Wu Meng heard the result, a hint of relief appeared on his tense face. He saluted the elders and everyone with his fists, then walked back to the Tiexuetang team with firm steps.

The presiding elder shouted loudly: "No. 97, Xuanjian Sect!"

The Xuanjian Sect disciples looked nervous, their gazes all turning to the front of the group. A tall, stern-looking young man stepped out. His name was Ye Chen.

Ye Chen held the spirit core in both hands and handed it to the elder solemnly. The elder took the spirit core and counted it with a focused look.

There was complete silence all around, and everyone was staring at the elder's actions intently. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

After a moment, the elder raised his head and announced loudly: "Xuanjian Sect, three hundred and twenty spirit cores!"

When Ye Chen heard the result, his tense expression relaxed a little. He bowed to the elders and everyone, then turned around and returned to the Xuanjian Sect's team.

The presiding elder shouted loudly: "No. 96, Lingxiao Sect!"

The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect suddenly became nervous, their eyes flickering anxiously at each other. At this moment, a tall and handsome young man came out. His name was Bai Yize.

Bai Yize held the spirit core tightly in both hands and nervously handed it to the elder. The elder took the spirit core and began to count it with a focused expression.

At this moment, the surroundings were so quiet that one could hear the heartbeat, and everyone was anxiously waiting for the final result.

After a while, the elder raised his head and said loudly: "Lingxiao Sect, 340 Spirit Cores!"

When Bai Yize heard the result, a relieved smile appeared on his face. He bowed deeply to the elders and everyone, then walked briskly back to the Lingxiao Sect team.

Luo Lingshan, however, was not pleased to hear the results. She had been full of anticipation for this ranking, believing the Lingxiao Sect would achieve a higher position. Her brow furrowed, her eyes revealing disappointment and resentment. Her fellow disciples beside her tried to comfort her, but she simply bit her lip and remained silent. In her mind, the Lingxiao Sect had always been powerful and outstanding, and this ranking was far from her expectations. She secretly resolved to work even harder in the future, striving for even greater honor for her sect.

She glared at Xing Xuanli angrily, but Xing Xuanli and Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) were standing in the audience and heard the host elder read out the rankings.

Xing Xuanli felt Luo Lingshan's angry gaze and a wicked smile curled up at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes revealed an indescribable confidence and uninhibitedness, as if she didn't care about Luo Lingshan's anger at all. That smile seemed to say, "You can be angry all you want, but what can you do to me?"

Seeing this, Luo Lingshan became even angrier. She clenched her fists and her body trembled slightly. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would have rushed forward to question Xing Xuanli.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han), standing nearby, also noticed Xing Xuanli's smile. He narrowed his eyes slightly, curious about the undercurrents between the two. But he didn't say much at this point, simply observing the situation unfold.

Other people in the audience also noticed the unusual situation here, and they began to whisper to each other, wondering what kind of entanglement there was between Luo Lingshan and Xing Xuanli.

The presiding elder then called out the names: "No. 95, Baihua Palace!"

The disciples of Baihua Palace were agitated as a beautiful woman in colorful clothes stepped out. She delicately handed the spirit cores to the elder, who counted them quickly.

Everyone around craned their necks, anticipating the outcome. After a moment, the elder announced loudly, "Flower Fairy, Lin Xiao, three hundred and fifty spirit cores!"

Lin Xiao smiled and saluted everyone, then returned to the team.

The presiding elder cleared his throat and continued, "No. 94, Aoki Zong!"

The disciples of the Qingmu Sect looked nervous as a tall, elegant man stepped out steadily. He offered the spirit cores with both hands, and the elder counted them carefully.

A moment later, the elder announced: "Qingmu Sect, Zhao Yu, three hundred and sixty spirit cores!"

Zhao Yu nodded slightly and returned to the team.

The elder then shouted, "93rd place, Liuyun Sect!"

The Liuyun Sect's disciples suddenly had different expressions, some nervous, some expectant. Then a slender, bright-eyed young man walked out. His name was Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked solemn as he held the spirit core in both hands and carefully handed it to the elder. The elder took the spirit core and began to count it attentively.

At this time, the surroundings were quiet, everyone stared at the elder's actions intently, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

After a while, the elder raised his head and said loudly: "Liuyun Sect, Lin Feng, three hundred and eighty spirit cores!

When Lin Feng heard the result, his tense expression relaxed a little. He bowed deeply to the elders and everyone, then walked back to the Liuyun Sect team with steady steps.

The presiding elder shouted, "Number 10, Falling Out of the Sect!"

The moment this was announced, the entire audience erupted in an uproar. No one had expected that the usually unknown Luopo Sect could actually reach such a high position as tenth place.

The Luopo Sect's disciples were stunned for a moment, then burst into cheers. A young man with a resolute face and an upright posture slowly walked out. His name was Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's expression remained calm, but his eyes were filled with excitement. He held the spirit core in both hands and steadily handed it to the elder. The elder took the spirit core, a flicker of admiration in his eyes, and began to count it carefully.

At this moment, the entire venue was so quiet that only the sound of the elder counting the spirit cores could be heard. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final confirmation.

After a moment, the elder raised his head and announced loudly: "Luo Po Zong, two thousand spirit cores!"

As soon as this number came out, the audience exploded. People were whispering and talking among themselves, full of surprise and admiration for Luo Pozong's performance.

Upon hearing this achievement, the disciples of the Luopo Sect and the old man who had originally wanted Xiao Muhan to be their disciple finally smiled with satisfaction. He bowed deeply to the elders and the others, then walked back to the Luopo Sect team with a firm step. At this moment, the disciples of the Luopo Sect all held their heads high, their faces filled with pride and pride.

The presiding elder shouted loudly: "Ninth place, Wanjian Sect!"

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were energized. A man with a fierce aura, bearing a longsword, strode out. His expression was stern as he presented his spirit cores with both hands. The elder took them and quickly counted them. Soon, the elder announced, "Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Li Yi, 2,200 spirit cores!" Li Yi nodded slightly and returned to his team.

The elder then shouted, "No. 8, Star Pavilion!"

The disciples of the Xingchen Pavilion stared expectantly as a woman in a star-patterned robe gracefully emerged. Smiling, she handed the spirit cores to the elder. After carefully counting them, the elder announced, "Xingchen Pavilion, Su Yao, 2,500 spirit cores!" Su Yao saluted and gracefully returned to the group.

The elder continued, "No. 7, Qingfeng Sect!"

Among the Qingfeng Valley disciples, a man of distinguished temperament slowly stepped forward and held out a spiritual core with both hands. After the elder finished counting, he loudly announced, "Qingfeng Valley, Zhao Feng, 2,800 spiritual cores!" Zhao Feng remained calm and leisurely returned to his team.

The elder cleared his throat and shouted, "No. 5, Tianyun Sect!"

A young disciple of the Tianyun Sect walked out quickly, his eyes full of confidence. After the elder counted the spirit cores, he said, "Tianyun Sect, 3,200 spirit cores!" Lin Yu bowed in thanks and returned to the sect.

The elder shouted, "Number 4, Nether Palace!"

A man in black from the Nether Palace emerged like a ghost, presenting a spirit core. The elder announced, "Nether Palace, 3,500 spirit cores!" Mo Ying said nothing and quickly returned to his team.

The presiding elder shouted loudly: "3rd place, Wudao Sword Sect!"

As soon as this voice came out, everyone's attention instantly focused on the location of the Wudao Sword Sect. A man with a distinguished figure and a stern face walked out calmly. His name was Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang's expression was calm as he held the spirit core in his hands. The core radiated a brilliant light, as if it contained endless power. The elder took the core, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and then he began to count it seriously.

At this moment, the entire venue was utterly silent, everyone anxiously awaiting the result. Time seemed to stretch indefinitely, every second a torture.

Finally, the elder raised his head and announced loudly: "Wudao Sword Sect, four thousand spirit cores!"

As soon as this number was announced, the audience erupted in exclamations and discussions. People were shocked and impressed by the Wudao Sword Sect's outstanding achievement.

When Ye Wushuang heard the result, his face remained expressionless. He simply bowed slightly to the elders and the others, then walked back to the Wudao Sword Sect team with steady steps. The Wudao Sword Sect disciples all looked proud, feeling immensely proud of their sect.

Xing Xuanli was stunned when she heard the name "Wudao Sword Sect," and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Isn't this the sect where Grandmaster belongs?" Her eyes instantly became complicated, filled with nostalgia, emotion, and a hint of hesitation. But soon, her gaze became firm, and she thought to herself, "It seems like it's time to go and take a look."

She recalled her Grandmaster's meticulous instruction; those warm words and encouraging gazes seemed to be still fresh before her eyes. Throughout her growth, Grandmaster had provided her with much guidance and support. Now, having learned of the news about the Wudao Sword Sect, she felt it was fate's will, giving her the opportunity to revisit that profound mentor-disciple bond and perhaps resolve some past conflicts.

Xing Xuanli took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and began to plan her trip to the Wudao Sword Sect.

The presiding elder shouted loudly: "No. 2, Yingshalou!" As soon as the voice came out, the whole audience was silent at first, followed by a burst of low discussions.

A mysterious figure, shrouded in a black robe, slowly emerged. His face was veiled in darkness, yet a frightening aura permeated the air. With steady, powerful steps, he passed the spirit core to the elder. The moment the elder took the core, his expression grew solemn, and he began to carefully count it.

Everyone around held their breath, their eyes fixed on the elder's movements. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Not long after, the elder raised his head and announced in a trembling voice: "Shadow Killing Tower, five thousand spirit cores!"

When this number was announced, everyone in the audience gasped. However, the mysterious Ying Wuhen remained expressionless, simply nodding slightly before quickly returning to the Shadow Killing Tower team like a ghost.

Everyone whispered to each other, "Shadow Killing Tower! That's the number one assassin organization in the martial arts world." Their words were filled with awe and fear. The Shadow Killing Tower's reputation was already well-known in the martial arts world. They had always operated in secrecy, their methods ruthless and resolute, intimidating countless people. Now, with such formidable strength displayed in this Spirit Core competition, everyone's awe of them was undoubtedly increased.

Someone couldn't help but whisper, "I wonder what Shadow Killing Tower's intention is in sending someone here this time? Is it just to demonstrate their strength?" Others shook their heads, expressing their inability to fathom this mysterious organization's intentions. For a moment, the entire venue was shrouded in speculation and unease about Shadow Killing Tower.