I woke up to find myself as the villain's older sister.

The man's primary spiritual root is fire, and he can cast fire spells from extremely tricky angles.

Despite this, the woman still managed to handle the situation with ease thanks to her unique movement techniques, occasionally using earth magic to throw earth balls at the man.

Su Xingxing wasn't as relaxed as she appeared. She frowned slightly as she looked at the man opposite her. Although she was carefully controlling her spiritual power to cast spells, her spiritual power was dwindling with each use, and it would easily run out if things continued like this.

Another fireball came hurtling towards her, but Su Xingxing dodged it thanks to the movement technique she had acquired from her near-death experience in the secret realm.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the fireball grazed past her, then carefully watched the man in front of her.

What should we do? If this continues, our spiritual energy will be depleted. We need to think of a way to defeat him in one blow.

However, her opponent was equally cautious. She deliberately left a few openings, but he didn't fall for them. Looking at the man opposite her who was still extremely vigilant, Su Xingxing's heart sank. Was she going to lose?

"That woman is going to lose," Yun Qingyi thought to herself. At this moment, she was watching the competition on the martial arts stage with the same seriousness as Ci Gui.

Although the Great Perfection of Qi Refining is only one step away from Foundation Establishment, the difference in strength is like heaven and earth. Moreover, the man on the field is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, which is three minor realms higher than the woman. It is unexpected that he can last this long.

This shows that the woman is not only skilled in movement techniques but also in strategy. Moreover, she had indeed defeated several Foundation Establishment cultivators before, which made Yun Qingyi appreciate Su Xingxing a bit.

Hmm? The man on the stage unleashed several fire spells in succession, the blazing flames heading straight for the woman.

The woman's spiritual energy was exhausted at this point. She barely managed to dodge the fire spell using her movement technique, but unfortunately, she was still injured.

Why won't she admit defeat? Yun Qingyi frowned slightly. If she didn't admit defeat, her opponent would keep attacking.

The man on the stage frowned as he watched Su Xingxing still grit her teeth and persist. He said with a hint of pity, "Girl, I admit you're very strong. If you were at the Foundation Establishment stage, I would definitely be the one who loses. But... why are you doing this? You're currently depleted of spiritual energy and injured. Why don't you admit defeat and go heal your wounds?"

Su Xingxing listened to the man's words, but still gritted her teeth and persevered without saying a word.

Helpless, the man gritted his teeth and used his Fire Cloud Technique to force the woman off the stage with flames.

"clang!"

"Outer disciple Luo Sheng wins!" The elder struck the golden gong.

Su Xingxing, who had just fallen from the stage, was quickly taken to the medical clinic.

At this moment, Ci Gui's expression turned serious, and he solemnly said to Yun Qingyi, "Qingyi, you must not follow that disciple's example in the future. You should always put yourself first."

"Yes, Master," Yun Qingyi replied, but felt that her master was overthinking things; she wasn't such a stubborn person.

……

A few days later, the selection of the top 100 contestants for the competition was completed, and the second round of the competition began.

Yun Qingyi was still sitting next to Ci Gui, but unlike the previous few days, she had a wooden plaque in her hand with the opponent's name and match number on it.

Because he was a disciple of the sect leader, he skipped the selection process and went directly into the second round of the competition.

She's in the third round; it'll be her turn soon.

As Yun Qingyi put away the wooden sign, she saw Yun Qingrou not far away, her bright little face upturned as she looked at her with a smile.

She smiled back. Yun Qingrou hadn't come to watch the first round of the competition, and her aura had grown much stronger in just a few days. She must have reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.

"Yun Qingyi of Peach Blossom Peak faces Lu Ran, an inner disciple." After the previous competition ended, the presiding elder glanced at the jade tablet in his hand and announced loudly.

It's her turn.

Upon hearing the elder's voice, Yun Qingyi, dressed in the attire of a personal disciple, exuded a cool and noble air. With her sleeves fluttering, she stepped into the air and flew onto the martial arts stage, her graceful posture resembling a crane soaring through the clouds.

Yun Qingrou glanced at the aloof and ethereal Ci Gui not far away, then at the fairy-like Yun Qingyi on the martial arts stage, and blinked.

A woman named Lu Ran had also come up on stage. Looking at the stunningly beautiful girl in front of her, intense jealousy flashed in her eyes.

"Lu Ran, an inner disciple, requests instruction from Martial Uncle Yun."

"Mm." Yun Qingyi responded calmly, not ignoring the undisguised emotions in the other person's eyes.

"It's actually Lu Ran! Lu Ran has already reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment and has rich practical experience. He is the most capable candidate to win the championship."

"I'm afraid Aunt Yun won't get away with this. Others are fine, but Aunt Yun is the sect leader..."

"That's right. That incident caused quite a stir back then. As the sect leader's disciple, Uncle Yun is probably..."

Hearing the whispers of the disciples below the stage, and looking at Lu Ran's fierce moves, Yun Qingyi raised an eyebrow. What kind of debt did Master owe?

……

When the master is in debt, the disciple suffers.

Another wind blade came slashing down, but Yun Qingyi easily dodged it by using the "One Mile, Two or Three Miles" technique.

Unexpectedly, it's still a mutated wind spirit root. As a mutated spirit root, this kind of spirit root is on the same level of rarity as ice and lightning spirit roots.

Yun Qingyi was somewhat puzzled. After all, he had a mutated spiritual root, so at the very least he could have a peak master as his master. Why was he just a simple inner disciple without a master?

Having dodged the wind blades again, Lu Ran was clearly annoyed. How come that kid on the other side only knew how to dodge? Heh, I didn't expect the sect leader to take this kind of trash as a disciple.

Thinking of this, Lu Ran gave Yun Qingyi a disdainful look.

The disciples below were also puzzled. How many rounds had it been? Why was Uncle Yun only dodging and not attacking? Could it be... that he couldn't win?

Upon hearing this idea, everyone looked at Yun Qingyi, who was still dodging skills, which further confirmed their thoughts.

Some disciples even began to suspect that Yun Qingyi had used connections to gain entry into the personal teaching ceremony.

Before the crowd could even acknowledge this question, a disciple scoffed, "Come on, you guys, are your brains filled with all that nonsense like Lu Ran's? Use your brains and you'll know that's absolutely impossible."

"Who is our sect leader? He is a Mahayana stage cultivator, a figure whom all cultivators respectfully address as Immortal Venerable. Would he allow a child to get in through the back door? Ridiculous."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another disciple seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly said, "Look, Uncle Yun seems to be enjoying Lu Ran's attacks."

Lu Ran's wind blade transformed into a tornado and attacked Yun Qingyi. Yun Qingyi felt her sleeves fluttering in the wind and used her "One Mile, Two or Three Miles" technique to dodge it like a ghost.

She heard the discussion among the disciples below the stage. Indeed, she was enjoying Lu Ran's attack. She had finally gotten a chance to experience real combat, so of course she wanted to make the most of it.

Although I usually have a master to spar with, the master is not a cultivator of a similar level, so there are many feelings that I cannot sense.

For example, she could clearly sense that the opponent was becoming increasingly impatient, and the spells they were casting were becoming more and more deadly and haphazard.

At this moment, she used the "one-mile-two-three-mile" technique to its fullest extent, desperately dodging the wind blades and tornadoes. Her figure gradually turned into afterimages, and the fierce wind swept through her fingers. For a moment, her mind seemed to clear, as if she had realized something, but regrettably, she couldn't grasp it.

Yun Qingyi sighed. Oh well, there will be plenty of time to figure it out later.

Now, she looked at the woman whose face was gradually becoming distorted, her gaze deep.

Time to end.