The Little Fairy of Glazed Glass

"Today we will hold the second round of the third stage of the introductory disciple assessment. The rules are the same as yesterday. A total of 312 people will participate. Good luck to you all." As Lei Tianhai finished speaking, small arenas reappeared, but there were half the number of them as before. At the same time, Lei Tianhai waved his sleeve, and bamboo sticks reappeared, landing on everyone's heads and assigning them to the contestants. The second round of the arena officially began.

This time, Xianyu Liuli's opponent was a woman, or rather, a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in red, looking somewhat charming, and wielding a whip, which was clearly her weapon.

"Little girl, call me 'sister,' and I'll give you a few rounds." The girl in red said arrogantly, her eyes showing obvious contempt for Xianyu Liuli, clearly not believing in Xianyu Liuli's strength.

Xianyu Liuli's reaction was extremely direct. She didn't even bother to speak. Just like in the previous match, she slashed out with her sword!

At this moment, the Glazed Immortal Sword was in its complete form. The Immortal Glazed Sword did not hide its light. It simply held the sword and used it to strike the girl. It did not even use any special moves. Compared with the girl's contempt for her words, its attack was obviously also a form of contempt.

It wasn't that Xianyu Liuli wasn't serious, but the girl opposite her really couldn't make her take it seriously. Her cultivation level was far inferior to hers, so she had even less chance of winning in other aspects.

Sure enough, the result of the match came out quickly. Xianyu Liuli won without a doubt, and she even showed mercy by only stabbing her opponent once. Although she bled a little, she did not leave her opponent with missing limbs or become disabled.

"You, you just wait and see, I'm not done with you yet!" The girl in red was very angry, brandishing her whip with a defiant look on her face, but this was obviously no longer related to Xianyu Liuli. She simply walked calmly off the stage without even glancing at the girl again.

After the second round of the arena competition, only 123 people remained as the final victors. All three members of the Xianyu family passed the competition, but Xianyu Zhuori suffered a serious sword wound. His face was pale, and the sword wound on his back was clearly exposed, covered in blood. Xianyu Liuli felt sorry for him and immediately went to stop the bleeding and treat his wounds.

"Senior Sister!" While Xianyu Liuli was healing Xianyu Zhuori's injuries, Xianyu Zhuori softly called out "Senior Sister," but did not continue speaking.

"Say what you want to say," Xianyu Liuli said without even looking up, but her hand paused for a moment, as if she had already thought of something.

"I killed someone." Xianyu Zhuori's voice was very soft, as if he was having some difficulty saying it. As he said this, his face turned even paler. After all, he was only ten years old and was still a child.

Xianyu Liuli was still diligently applying medicine to Xianyu Zhuori, but her voice softened as she comforted him, "People are either alive or dead. If you want to live, you can only kill your opponents. You did the right thing, and this isn't the first time you've killed someone. Is it really necessary to be so surprised?" In the Tianye Secret Realm, all three of them had killed people.

"I know, I'm not surprised, I just feel something's off." Although Xianyu Zhuori was young, he wasn't a naive boy. He just felt a little uneasy. This wasn't his first time killing someone, but it was his first time killing someone alone, especially in this kind of situation. He felt really strange.

"You're just not used to it yet. Kill a couple more people and you'll get used to it," Xianyu Liuli said in a rather cold tone, but it didn't sound like she was comforting anyone. Instead, it sounded more like encouragement, though it was a rather absurd kind of encouragement.

"I will!" Xianyu Zhuori thought about it very seriously, and then expressed his determination in a firm tone. He obviously agreed with what Xianyu Liuli said. It is probably true that whatever his senior sister said was right.

"Good boy!" Obedient children are good children. Xianyu Liuli patted Xianyu Zhuori's head and praised him with great satisfaction.

“Junior sister, I was very well-behaved too, praise me too, I also swatted the bad guys away today!” Xianyu Zongdao had been listening to the two talking the whole time, and when he saw his junior sister praising his junior brother, he couldn’t help but interject, saying that he was also very well-behaved.

As far as Xianyu Zongdao is concerned, everyone who stands against him is probably a bad person. However, his view is not necessarily wrong; it can only be described as somewhat biased.

"Be good, keep doing it this way!"

The second round of elimination matches has ended, and the number of participants has decreased from over 300 to just over 100. These 100-plus participants will then enter the third and final round of elimination matches. Once they pass, they will become true inner disciples. It's a process of natural selection, round after round, leaving only the most outstanding, or perhaps the luckiest.

In the third round of elimination matches, three members of the Xianyu family advanced again. Xianyu Liuli's opponent was a young man. The two fought for only a quarter of an hour before Xianyu Liuli kicked him out of the arena. Xianyu Zongdao, seemingly because he had been praised by Xianyu Liuli, once again knocked his opponent away and begged Xianyu Liuli to praise him a few more times. What worried Xianyu Liuli the most was her weaker junior brother. After this competition, Xianyu Zhuori was injured again, and this time it was a serious internal injury that would definitely not heal in a day.

Fortunately, the elimination rounds are over, and the remaining fifty people, even if they give up the subsequent ranking matches, are already prospective inner disciples.

"Zhuori, you're great. You didn't let me down. In the upcoming ranking matches, keep going if you can, but if you can't, then admit defeat. You've already become an entry-level disciple, and staying alive is the most important thing, understand?" After the elimination rounds ended, Xianyu Liuli earnestly instructed Xianyu Zhuori. She was already extremely satisfied that Xianyu Zhuori had successfully passed the inner disciple review with his cultivation level. As for the upcoming ranking matches, they were no longer important to him.

"I understand!" Xianyu Zhuori nodded solemnly. He was very happy, but he also knew that he was young and his cultivation was not enough. It was already very difficult to pass the inner disciple test. He didn't know how far he could go. He could only say that he would do his best. However, he would not admit defeat if possible. The weak were not worthy to stand by his senior sister's side. His goal was to become a true strongman!

The knockout stage consisted of three rounds, and after all of them were over, there were less than fifty people left. Of these fifty people, only a small number looked completely unharmed, while the majority of the rest were injured, suffering from both external and internal injuries and looking quite disheveled. This created a stark contrast with those who were unharmed, and indirectly divided the remaining people into two groups.

Those who were unharmed were also observing carefully. Many of them looked at the injured with disdain and contempt, but when they looked at the uninjured, their eyes were wary and defensive. It seemed that only these uninjured people were their real opponents, and that was indeed the case.

The stewards and inner disciples supervising the competition were also observing those who were not injured, trying to find talented and promising disciples among them. These disciples were already prospective inner disciples; once they passed the ranking competition, they would become true inner disciples. The purpose of the ranking competition was to allow various inner sect factions to select these disciples, and these supervising disciples were sent by these factions to observe them. Their responsibility was to select the most promising disciples and recruit them into their own factions.