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

"This time, there shouldn't be any suspense."

"Good heavens, a mere junior disciple who has just entered the sect has actually forced a reincarnated immortal to personally intervene. This is outrageous!"

"Look! That's Senior Brother Jianxin! For nearly a hundred years, he's been like a lone eagle in seclusion, rarely appearing in this Hall of Proof to discuss the Dao."

It wasn't that Senior Brother Jianxin had been out of practice for a long time; in reality, the high-level sparring between the three reincarnated immortals was like a mysterious legend to the lower-level disciples, and they had no right to even glimpse it.

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The murmurs from the outside world grew louder and louder, and Bai Li and Wang Kaixuan heard them clearly, their brows instantly furrowing with worry.

Chen Xuan also took all these words to heart. At this moment, he was like a giant ship setting sail, fearless of the wind and waves, and showed no fear no matter how talented or brilliant the person in the sect was.

Chen Xuan harbored his own ambition. If he could shine brightly in the Hall of Proving the Dao today, he would surely attract the attention of the sect's immortal ancestors. If he were lucky, he might even be able to open the door to immortals taking him as a disciple.

"Whether you are a reincarnated immortal or a leading figure of this era, if you want to control me, Chen Xuan, you'd better show your true colors." Chen Xuan's eyes were like torches, fixed on his senior brother Jianxin on the jade platform opposite him. He muttered to himself, his words full of unruliness and arrogance.

“Junior brother, you are indeed quite capable, but you have won enough in this Dao Proving Hall debate.”

Kenshin, as expected of the top among the second generation, spoke with an icy chill, and his eyes were filled with contempt as tangible as frost.

If it weren't for the ranking restrictions, given his arrogant nature, why would he lower himself to instruct a newly recruited junior brother?

Chen Xuan intended to bow and exchange a few polite words to show his good manners, but his senior brother Jianxin interrupted him without mercy, shouting: "Let's discuss the Dao, stop with all that flattery and formalities!"

Having long held a high position and rarely venturing out, Jianxin had become weary of the flattery from his disciples and subconsciously categorized Chen Xuan's next words as mere ingratiation.

That shout froze the air inside and outside the arena, the atmosphere like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

After Jianxin finished speaking, he didn't even look at Chen Xuan. With a flick of his arm, a jade bottle streaked through the air like a shooting star and landed steadily in the hands of the puppet referee below the arena. Chen Xuan's smile faded slightly, but without hesitation, he also tossed a jade bottle containing ten catties of primordial liquid to the referee.

With the prize decided, the protective array's light barrier rose up once more, resembling a transparent fortress that isolated the battlefield.

"The third round of the Dao debate: Thousand Sword Puppet versus Thousand Sword Puppet!"

Chen Xuan raised his eyes, his calm gaze meeting that of his senior brother Jian Xin, who stood opposite him in a black robe, aloof and disdainful. The competitive flame in his heart ignited instantly, and he secretly vowed: "So arrogant, yet he still bears the title of a reincarnated immortal? Today, I, Chen Xuan, will shatter the so-called invincible golden body of a reincarnated immortal in the early stages of cultivation!"

"The debate begins!" the puppet referee roared, his voice like the beating of a war drum.

Senior Brother Jianxin's expression was cold and stern. His right hand moved with lightning speed, forming a sword-finger gesture. His slender fingers, like jade carvings, were held upright between his eyebrows. He gently touched the skin and uttered a single word: "Out of Body!"

In an instant, a sword box on the back of his Thousand Swords Puppet suddenly made a crisp "crack" sound, as if a sleeping giant beast had opened its mouth, and nine flying swords, accompanied by sharp sword cries that seemed to tear apart the soul, shot out with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh".

They resembled nine nimble silver snakes, darting through the air at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, they wove a mysterious and complex sword formation in front of the Thousand Swords Puppet, causing the air around the formation to subtly distort, like an invisible vortex.

Once the sword formation was complete, Senior Brother Jianxin's aura suddenly changed, as if a sharp blade had been drawn from its sheath, revealing its full sharpness.

Senior Brother Jianxin glared at Chen Xuan and said coldly, "Junior Brother Chen Xuan, this sword formation technique is called the Lesser Thousand Sword Formation. It was created by the sect's Earth Immortal Ancestor. If you are defeated by this sword formation today, it will be enough for you to boast about to the third and second generation disciples for the rest of your life."