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

The stunning sword strike, like a meteor piercing the void, instantly pierced the core of the Yuan energy within the bullseye. In an instant, the once majestic heavy water puppet seemed to lose all support and vitality, collapsing to the ground like a lump of mud, completely out of Tianshui's control.

Meanwhile, Tianshui was still immersed in his carefully planned tactical layout, thinking about how to leverage his own advantages, proceed step by step, and patiently seek the opportunity to win, so as to defeat Chen Xuan in one fell swoop.

But the sudden burst of that sword strike was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, the three heavy water rivers he controlled, resembling black dragons, collapsed and fell like a magnificent building that had lost its foundation. When he regained his senses and looked at the target of the puppet, he saw that a flying sword had already deeply pierced into it.

"I lost. I actually lost to him so easily?"

If it weren't for the burning sensation on his face, Tianshui would hardly believe the cruel reality before him. He would rather believe it was just a hallucination, or a delusional illusion.

Three full breaths passed after the puppet referee's deep shout fell.

The Tianshui disciples who had just entered the arena, and even the third-generation disciples watching from the sidelines, slowly recovered from their extreme shock. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with indescribable astonishment.

"Wow, Master won! My master is the number one person in the third generation of Xuanqing Palace!"

Compared to the disappointment Tianshui showed after recovering from her shock, and the grim expressions on the faces of the older disciples, Bai Li disregarded all of that, displaying her true nature. She instantly forgot Wang Kaixuan's previous instructions and excitedly shouted out her expectations and thoughts once again.

Even now, none of the third-generation disciples watching the match know how Chen Xuan won.

Of course, the fact that the third-generation disciples couldn't see the secret doesn't mean that Xuanming, one of the second-generation disciples, was the same.

"The power of that sword strike?" Xuanming had already gained a basic understanding of Chen Xuan's strength, so he maintained a calm mindset throughout the Dao discussion at the Dao Proving Hall today.

But the power and speed of Chen Xuan's sword strike that broke through the three heavy water defense lines just now left him speechless and incredulous.

"Third Uncle, how could that sword strike be so fast?" He Ming's strength was similar to Hao Yue's, so he naturally couldn't see through the mystery.

“That sword strike has already surpassed the level of the Gale Path Realm.” Xuan Ming squinted, staring intently at Chen Xuan, and said in a low voice, “If it wasn’t a breakthrough on the spot, then this Junior Brother Chen Xuan has been deliberately hiding his true strength all along.”

"Huh?" Hearing his third uncle's analysis, He Ming looked at Chen Xuan with even greater shock.

At this moment, the group of senior disciples were in a state of extreme shock and bewilderment.

Even the top senior brother Tianshui of the third generation was defeated. Doesn't that mean that this junior brother Chen Xuan has already swept aside the senior brothers and sisters in the Foundation Establishment Realm with his foundation of less than a month since he entered the sect?

This is truly unbelievable, exceeding everyone's wildest imagination.

If such a feat were performed by any other new disciple, they would surely be given a shining title—unrivaled among their peers.

It should be understood that those fortunate enough to enter the Xuanqing Palace are already geniuses selected from among tens of thousands. To be able to sweep aside those of the same realm among these prodigies speaks volumes about their exceptional talent, leaving everyone in awe.

"That sword, why didn't I notice it at all?" Although Tianshui was defeated and instantly lost his prestigious title as the number one disciple of the third generation, he was still a steadfast disciple who had cultivated diligently for a hundred years, and his Dao heart could not be easily shaken.

After a brief moment of calm, he had accepted this cruel reality, but his eyes were full of seriousness and doubt as he stared intently at Chen Xuan and asked, "Why is this?"