System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

The puppet referee's booming voice had just faded into the air when the most excited and thrilled person in the entire arena was none other than Chen Xuan's spirit beast, Bai Li.

At that moment, Bai Li transformed from her serpentine form in an instant, landing lightly as a graceful young woman in white.

She raised her fair hands high to the sky, her feet hopping and skipping like a nimble deer, her clear and melodious laughter echoing like silver bells in the room, her radiant smile seemingly able to dispel all the gloom in the world.

"Hahaha, as expected of junior brother, well done!" Wang Kaixuan also made no attempt to hide his admiration and respect for Chen Xuan. His hearty laughter was full of affirmation and support for Chen Xuan.

In contrast to the cheers and applause that erupted from the new disciples' camp, the older disciples remained quiet and silent, like a still, deep lake, undisturbed by any ripples.

Even many third-generation disciples were secretly comparing themselves to Chen Xuan, wondering if they could have lasted so long against him.

It should be noted that Haoyue's strength is already among the top in the third generation of Xuanqing Palace disciples, and his reputation is well-known among the third generation disciples.

Now that even Haoyue has been so easily defeated by Junior Brother Chen Xuan, everyone can't help but feel fear and doubt.

So what should we do next?

Does the next match really require the top three strongest disciples from the third generation to step in and fight?

"Haha, thank you for your personal guidance, Senior Brother Haoyue." Chen Xuan smiled and bowed to Haoyue, whose face was extremely ugly. His smile seemed gentle and humble, but his words carried a hint of teasing that was not easily noticed.

"This discussion has indeed benefited me greatly, and I find it truly unforgettable. If conditions permit, I would really like to have another discussion and exchange of ideas with you, Senior Brother."

These words nearly caused Haoyue to lose control of his emotions and break down.

When he first learned that Chen Xuan could casually produce a thousand-pound Origin Token, that was exactly what he was thinking.

He had planned that if he won, he would then use provocative and sarcastic words to humiliate and provoke Chen Xuan. He figured that this young man was so impetuous that he would not easily submit, and that a debate over a hundred catties of Origin Liquid might be held again.

At that time, he was making all sorts of calculations in his mind, but who could have imagined that the one being publicly humiliated and schemed against would not be Chen Xuan, but himself?

How could he accept such a huge gap?

"Hmph, I'm not in good shape today. When I'm back to my peak strength, I'll definitely come back to learn from my junior brother's skills!"

Although Haoyue was furious and filled with resentment, reality was cruel.

He knew very well that his total assets amounted to only a little over 300 jin of source liquid, including the 100 jin he won that morning.

Even if he was furious to the extreme, even if he was full of resentment and hatred, he would never easily give up a hundred catties of source liquid to help Chen Xuan to compete in the Dao debate again because of the temporary humiliation of the Dao Proving Hall.

After all, that was equivalent to a year's worth of sect cultivation resources, which was undoubtedly a huge and irreplaceable fortune for him.

As Haoyue flew away from the jade platform with a gloomy and ugly expression, landing beside a group of senior disciples, only Chen Xuan's proud and tall figure remained in the arena, standing on the jade platform like an ancient pine tree.

The humanoid nine-sword puppet below him, along with the nine flying swords returning to their sheaths, resembled a majestic war god, silently guarding Chen Xuan's side.

Chen Xuan didn't speak, but calmly glanced at the old disciples' camp. Although he didn't say it outright, the challenge in his eyes was obvious, as if he was silently saying: If no one steps in, I, Chen Xuan, will have to go back to my residence to cultivate in seclusion.