The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

The appearance of Yun Fuzhao and his group quickly attracted the attention of the disciples.

They looked at her with amusement, as if watching a show.

"Do you think it will take her disciples behind her to be knocked off the stage in just a few moves?"

"Let me guess."

"I bet it won't even take one move."

Yu Nian'er and Hou Feiyu arrived late, and as soon as they arrived, they walked towards Yun Fuzhao.

"Oh, is this Senior Sister Yun's puppy? It's so cute."

Yu Nian'er reached out to touch it, but was slapped hard by the fox's tail.

She winced in pain and pulled her hand back, her eyes reddening.

Upon seeing this, Hou Feiyu immediately pulled her hand over and carefully placed the back of his hand over hers. As spiritual energy overflowed, the red mark on the back of her hand quickly disappeared.

Hou Feiyu's face darkened. "Yun Fuzhao! Keep your dog in check!"

"What did I do?" Yun Fuzhao asked innocently. "She wanted to touch me herself, so it's not my fault."

Hou Feiyu couldn't stand her attitude and immediately shouted angrily, "The sect rules clearly state that disciples are not allowed to keep cats or dogs! Do you not respect the sect rules at all?!"

“There is indeed such a rule in the clan rules,” Yun Fuzhao nodded, but then changed the subject, “but he is not some Tom, Dick, or Harry; he is my contracted beast.”

Yun Fuzhao raised her wrist, revealing the jade wrapped around it. "It is too."

Everyone: "..."

"Has Yun Fuzhao gone mad? Who would contract a wild dog or a wild snake?"

"Who knows? She probably envied Senior Sister Yu for having a seventh-grade Snow-Treading Spirit Deer, and in a moment of despair, she made a contract with it carelessly."

"At least contract one with a rank! What's the difference between this and the big yellow dog you keep at home?"

Hou Feiyu's cheek twitched. He realized that Yun Fuzhao had become neurotic, and it was completely useless to reason with this madman.

“Senior Sister Yun, no wonder you bet with me on the Snow-Treading Spirit Deer…” Yu Nian’er said with sympathy, “It’s not your fault.”

Yun Fuzhao: "..."

What are you imagining?

Qi Huai flicked his tail in dissatisfaction, thinking, "These blind, stupid pigs."

"What are you all doing gathered there? The competition is about to begin!"

The moment the elder in green robes, who was in charge of the competition, appeared, the huge arena fell silent.

Yun Fuzhao listened as he announced the rules.

The advancement competition uses a point system. Outer disciples draw lots to determine their opponents. Winning earns one point, while losing deducts five points. These points accumulate, and the ten outer disciples with the highest scores can then choose which inner disciple they wish to challenge.

If an outer disciple succeeds in the challenge, they will enter the inner sect; otherwise, they will fail to advance.

Some clever outer disciples often choose to join the inner sect, even if the inner disciples are weaker.

Ten competition platforms were set up on the field at the same time, each covered by a barrier to prevent the disciples watching from getting hurt.

Yun Fuzhao was drawn in the first round.

Under deliberate concealment, her strength was at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm.

Her opponent, however, had only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

Now that they're up here, both of them have to give it their all.

Yun Fuzhao flicked his wrist, and Wuji was unsheathed, causing his opponent's silver sword to emit mournful cries of submission.

Without even a single move, she kicked her opponent off the stage.

During this time, Yun Fuzhao also glanced at another competition stage, where Yi Nong and Shang Jia were also in the first round, and both of them performed quite well.

can win.

Yu Nian'er, sitting below the stage, stared intently at Wuji. Her yearning for him had reached its peak. Everything Yun Fuzhao possessed today was solely due to Wuji.

Without it, she is nothing.

"When did Yun Fuzhao become so strong? I didn't even see how my opponent lost."

"Strong my ass. If you formed a contract with Wuji, you'd be just as awesome."

“Indeed, that sword clearly only showed signs of retreating when it saw Wuji.”

"That's not how it works. Yun Fuzhao is now at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Void Realm, so she still has considerable strength. Senior Sister Yu is only at the Middle Stage of the Spirit Void Realm..."

"Excuse me," Yu Nian'er interrupted softly, "I'm already at the early stage of the Golden Core realm."

"!!!"

Hou Feiyu said smugly, "When were you talking about the mid-stage of the Spirit Realm?"

Ding Ling added with a grin, "Senior Sister Yu's alchemy cultivation level has also reached the third rank!"

Being a third-grade alchemist means that she is already able to independently refine third-grade pills.

The crowd was filled with impotent rage. Early stage of Golden Core, third-grade alchemy cultivator—what kind of genius was this?!

The competition over there was still going on, and Yun Fuzhao, with his formidable strength, quickly maintained his position as the highest scorer.

The inner disciples were starting to panic. "She's fought so many matches, but she's hardly ever made a move. If we face her, can we win?"

"Hard to say."

"Ding Ling, look at that horse manure boy, he's just asking to get beaten up."

Ding Ling observed that Wang Liang was constantly on the defensive, barely winning almost every game only because of his thick skin and tough body.

This kind of person is destined to be his slave for life.

After watching for a while, he looked away out of boredom.

"The outer disciples that Yun Fuzhao chose are actually quite weak; their performances have been mediocre in several matches."

"Their talent is there, so it's not bad that they've performed like this."

"Why does that girl named Shang Jia cry every time she gets into a fight? What kind of incontinence is that?"

"I don't know what Yun Fuzhao is thinking. Instead of letting them spend a month plucking and killing fish, they should cultivate properly. That way, they'll have a better chance of defeating Ding Ling and the others."

Two hours later, Yun Fuzhao was in first place.

She, Yi Nong, and Shang Jia all secured their spots on the stage in the first round. Kang Cheng and Wang Liang defeated the reigning champions in the third and fourth rounds, respectively, and also took their places.

Song Ying was the only one who was unlucky; he didn't get to go until the fifth round, and he had to fight against Yun Fuzhao.

The two looked at each other.

Song Ying slid off the competition platform by accident, and then angrily shouted at Yun Fuzhao, "You, Yun Fuzhao! You cheated!"

Everyone: "..."

Could you possibly act any more fake?

In the next round, Song Ying vented her anger on another champion and successfully took his place.

Another hour later, the outer disciples' competition ended.

Yun Fuzhao and the others all advanced.

Ding Ling: "Why do I have a feeling that these outer disciples are in cahoots? Otherwise, how could Wang Liang have advanced when he played so badly?"

"Who says otherwise? Didn't Song Ying go all out against Yun Fuzhao?"

"A bunch of idiots. Do they think they can beat us just because they've advanced? I was going to give them some face, but now it seems there's no need."

Duan Wenhao: "I think that only Song Ying and Yun Fuzhao went easy on each other that time; the rest of them relied on their strength."

Ding Ling scoffed, "Who doesn't know that you, Duan Wenhao, are now Yun Fuzhao's dog, always circling around her?"

"Say that again?!" Duan Wenhao wasn't one to back down either. "Believe me or I'll punch you!"

Yu Nian'er reluctantly intervened, saying, "Alright, stop arguing, we're all family."

Since she intervened, the two had no choice but to give up.

Yun Fuzhao stepped down from the competition platform and exchanged glances with the five people beside him. They all saw excitement in each other's eyes.

The real show is just beginning.