After her senior sister was reborn, she actually became a powerful and arrogant protagonist?!

The back mountain of the Flowing Shadow Sword Sect.

Zhao Jingren casually found a flat rock by the stream and sat cross-legged.

"I wonder what that bastard Chu Luobai is doing in this remote sect?"

"What's so interesting about a bunch of people who have just reached the Spirit Refinement stage fighting each other?"

He recalled those disciples who couldn't even execute their own sword moves coherently.

Zhao Jingren felt a wave of bad luck wash over him.

These people are only fit to be outer disciples in the Qingyun Sword Sect for the rest of their lives.

Once their term as outer disciples expires, they will be expelled from the sect without mercy.

Thus, he was reduced to a rogue cultivator, or simply hid in a remote corner, using his cultivation level to lord it over others and live out his short life.

In short, it has no further connection with the Immortal Path.

"This is such a waste of time."

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have preferred to join a team that trains near the sect."

Just as Zhao Jingren was considering the feasibility of leaving the group, a sword aura suddenly shot out from behind him.

However, the sword energy was weak, and Zhao Jingren easily dispersed it with a wave of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a girl dressed in disciple's robes rushed out from the woods in the distance.

Holding a long sword in his right hand, he glared angrily at Zhao Jingren.

"You despicable scoundrel, how dare you hide!"

"Who are you?"

Zhao Jingren turned around and was speechless.

How could a cultivator who is only at the Qi Refining stage dare to attack someone at the Dao Integration stage?

Are you tired of living?

If this weren't someone else's territory...

Zhao Jingren had already made his move; the other side couldn't even utter a single word.

"I am a disciple of the Flowing Shadow Sword Sect. Who are you to dare trespass on my sect!"

As he spoke, he leaped forward and thrust his sword straight at Zhao Jingren's throat.

"No, are all the people from the Flowing Shadow Sword Sect so clueless?"

For a moment, Zhao Jingren even wondered if he had forgotten to remove some kind of restriction that was blocking his cultivation level.

Otherwise, how could someone at the Qi Refining stage dare to attack him?

"Anyone who trespasses on the sect's territory shall die!"

A loud shout came from the other side, and in an instant, the sword light was already upon them.

Zhao Jingren grew impatient and, with a surge of spiritual energy, raised his hand and sent the person flying.

Then, with a light tap of his fingertip, he directly placed a restriction on the person's cultivation, using spiritual power to lift the person into the air.

Like flying a kite, they led the person towards the martial arts arena.

On the plaza, Qiu Lin stood in the center and gave a slight bow to Xue Xuan, whom he had gradually pushed out of bounds.

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist."

"I have just entered the Refining Spirit Realm. It is truly an honor for me to exchange blows with you, fellow Daoist."

Qiu Lin's voice was gentle, his manners impeccable, and his eyes sincere, seemingly genuine.

Xue Xuan's face turned pale and then purple, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He felt a metallic taste in his throat, and blood surged up from his lungs.

Xue Xuan kept forcing himself to suppress the pressure.

He's already embarrassed himself once; he absolutely cannot afford to do it a second time.

"Fellow Daoist's realm is profound; I am no match for him."

"I will definitely ask for your advice again next time."

Xue Xuan tried his best to put on a magnanimous expression, but the twisted look deep in his eyes had long since betrayed his true thoughts.

"I am only at the early stage of Refining Spirit, and my realm is comparable to that of Fellow Daoist Nan Yue. I am truly unworthy of the title 'profound'."

Qiu Lin casually mentioned Nan Yue.

The smile on Xue Xuan's face cracked for a moment.

"Hahaha, our sect is just a small and insignificant one, how can we compare with you?"

"Master leads you through the door, but cultivation is up to you. Fellow Daoist Xue Xuan, there is no need to belittle yourself."

“…”

In the center of the dueling platform, the two exchanged words, and one could vaguely see the flashing of swords.

Even the most oblivious disciples could sense that something was amiss.

"Is this Fellow Daoist Qiu Lin speaking out for Junior Sister Nan Yue?"

"This person clearly comes from an extraordinary background, having reached the Refining Spirit Realm at such a young age. Isn't Junior Sister Nan Yue an orphan? Why would she be connected with such a person?"

"Could it be that these people have taken a liking to Junior Sister Nan Yue's talent and want to take her in?"

"Tch, with Nan Yue's talent, how could she possibly compare to Senior Brother?"

The disciples whispered among themselves, while Nan Yue, nestled in the crowd, pursed her lips and stared silently at Qiu Lin.

She was certain that she had never met Qiu Lin.

She had never seen the two sword cultivators who were traveling with her and whose cultivation levels were unfathomable.

Why would a complete stranger stand up for me like this?

Could it be that they now know their own constitution?!

Nan Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously gripped the hilt of her sword tighter.

She was well aware of the immense disaster her constitution would bring her, and that she must not be discovered until she reached the stage of enlightenment, or even the Mahayana stage.

If this person finds out...

Nan Yue mentally assessed her combat strength and realized that she had absolutely no chance of winning.

"Does this mean we have no choice but to leave early...?"

Bang!

Suddenly, a disciple was thrown in from outside the arena.

Then Zhao Jingren descended from mid-air and landed in front of the three elders of the Liuying Sword Sect.

"Is ambushing guests your way of hospitality?"

"This is truly the first time in my life that I've been called despicable and shameless by a mere Qi Refining cultivator."

"Is this how the three elders teach their disciples?"

Not only Lou Jiming, but even the other two elders were stunned.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, I think there must be some misunderstanding here. Please be patient and let me understand the situation."

Lou Jiming quickly got up, trying to calm Zhao Jingren down.

The other two elders also quickly stood up and looked at the people in the arena.

"Then I'd like to see what misunderstanding has led your sect's disciples to attack me time and time again."

Zhao Jingren snorted coldly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers to release the restriction on the man's body.

"A cultivator at the Dao Integration Realm was ambushed by a cultivator at the Qi Refining Realm... If your senior brother found out about this, he'd probably laugh at you for over a hundred years."

Chu Luobai couldn't help but tease him.

Zhao Jingren sat down irritably.

"It's all your fault for insisting on coming to this godforsaken place. If it weren't for you..."

"Fine, I'll see how the Flowing Shadow Sword Sect explains itself to me."

In the center of the arena, the disciple whose restrictions had been lifted quickly stood up.

Her long hair, which had been tied up with a hairband, was now loose and disheveled in front of her.

Her little face was deathly pale; she looked so pitiful.

"Senior Sister Yi Nuan!"

Xue Xuan quickly recognized the person in front of him and hurriedly went forward to have someone help him up.

"How is this going?"

"Someone has invaded our sect; we must make them pay today!"

Yi Nuan, her face full of dissatisfaction, turned around and stared intently at Zhao Jingren in the stands.

"How dare you! Fellow Daoist Zhao is an honored guest of our sect. How could you do such an absurd thing!"

Lou Jiming quickly stepped forward.

"Hurry up and apologize to our esteemed guest!"