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

Almost instantly, a dense barrage of lightning enveloped the training ground, flashing with purple light.

Lu Ran was shocked to see this. She hadn't expected that the child opposite her also had a mutated spiritual root, and that he seemed to be even more powerful than she had thought.

Lu Ran stared intently at Yun Qingyi, his eyes unfathomable. He had initially thought she was a good-for-nothing who relied on pills to boost her cultivation, but he hadn't expected her to be a true genius.

Then you can't blame her. Lu Ran's eyes were vicious as she summoned a magic weapon in her hand. It was her natal magic weapon, which could increase spiritual damage by five percent.

Don't underestimate the mere five percent; in the world of cultivation, even the slightest difference can lead to vastly different outcomes.

First, Lu Ran released a wind shield and began to gather her strength. Looking at the pale blue wind elemental energy in her palm, she couldn't help but sneer. This move was her most proud technique.

Named "Thousand-Foot Waves," it was an opportunity she obtained during her training, acquired only after tremendous effort. It is rumored to be among the top ten wind-type spells.

Lu Ran looked at Yun Qingyi with disdain. It was a blessing that she could be destroyed by her towering storm.

"I admit that Uncle Yun is indeed very powerful, reaching the late Foundation Establishment stage at such a young age, but compared to practical combat experience and spell usage, I think Uncle Yun is in a much worse situation..."

"Who doesn't know how terrifying Senior Sister Lu's Thousand-Foot Storm is! I never expected Senior Sister Lu to use it against her fellow disciples." A disciple shrank his neck.

"That woman is crazy, everyone in the Xuanmiao Sect knows that. She shamelessly pestered the Sect Master back then. It's just a pity for Uncle Yun, sigh." Another disciple looked at the graceful figure on the stage and said with some sympathy.

Some disciples were so nervous and worried that they shouted loudly to Yun Qingyi on the stage, urging her to admit defeat.

Ci Gui watched everything that happened on the stage. At this moment, Lu Ran had finished charging up his power, and Yun Qingyi had never stopped Lu Ran from charging up his power.

Looking at that petite yet upright figure, Ci Gui was not worried, as Lu Ran did not yet have the strength to harm her.

The waves are towering!

Lu Ran channeled his spiritual energy towards Yun Qingyi, and a huge gust of wind swept out, the powerful wind causing the disciples below the stage to gasp.

Yun Qingyi felt the temperature brought by the wind; it was slightly cool and a bit chilly. She felt as if she had stepped into a cold sea, which seemed to be traveling through her limbs and bones.

That invisible and intangible inspiration suddenly became clear at that moment.

Both wind and thunder are speed-type creatures, but thunder is more domineering and wind is more fierce. If we combine the two into one, wouldn't that be...?

Yun Qingyi looked at the fierce wind rushing towards her and had a thought.

Thunder Soul!

In an instant, the Thunder Whip appeared in his hand.

Now, it's her turn to give it a try.

Although Yun Qingyi's eyes remained cold and aloof, a hint of madness lurked deep within them.

Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Technique: Heavenly Thunder Transforms into Blades.

Thunder Blade!

No one knew what was happening. Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and three bolts of lightning struck down. Each bolt of lightning transformed into countless lightning blades, scattering the gale that was sweeping towards Chao Yunyi, and then chased after Lu Er.

"Hiss—" The disciples gasped again, this time because of Yun Qingyi.

The disciples were all shocked. Was their Uncle Yun really that powerful?

Yun Qingrou smiled, her eyebrows curving into crescents.

Looking at Yun Qingyi, who stood imposingly on the martial arts stage, her white robes fluttering in the wind, a sense of pride welled up within her. This was her elder sister.

Ci Gui smiled faintly, indicating some improvement.

"How could this be?" Lu Ran stared wide-eyed at Yun Qingyi across from him in disbelief.

This is a storm with towering waves! This is a storm with towering waves that she obtained at any cost, how can she be unscathed?

Lu Ran glared at her with resentment. She shouldn't have been unharmed; she should have been crippled by the storm. How could she! How could she have done that!

Lu Ran was completely insane at this moment, frantically releasing spiritual power at Yun Qingyi. She didn't care at all even when she was injured by the lightning blade. She only had one thought at this moment, which was to kill Yun Qingyi!

Seeing that Lu Ran did not dodge the lightning blades rushing towards her at all, Yun Qingyi frowned. This Lu Ran was definitely not normal.

With a speed that could travel two or three miles in an instant, he appeared in front of Lu Ran and struck her directly with a lightning whip. Lu Ran spun rapidly like a top and fell off the training platform.

Lu Ran, who had fallen into the crowd like a piece of cotton, coughed up blood and fainted.

A female disciple rushed over, picked up Lu Ran, and burst into tears. Between sobs, she accused Yun Qingyi, who was still on the stage: "Yun Qingyi! You are heartless! As the disciple of the sect leader, you actually attacked a fellow disciple so severely. You are utterly unworthy of being a cultivator!"

Yun Qingyi coldly looked at the female disciple on the ground and sneered: "First of all, this is a martial arts arena. Although the competition is supposed to be limited, magic has no eyes, and some injuries are inevitable."

Secondly, Lu Ran attacked my vital points at every turn on stage, and every move she made was meant to kill me. Everyone witnessed this. I only forced her off the stage because I was kind-hearted.

Finally, as the direct disciple of the sect leader, who gave you permission to address me by my full name? You must call me—Junior Uncle.

"You!" Qingwu glared at her resentfully, unable to bring herself to call a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child her "Master Uncle."

"Heh!" Yun Qingyi sneered.

He then said, word by word, "According to the sect rules, disrespecting one's elders is punishable by expulsion from the sect. Are you sure you want to commit this insubordination?"

"Qingwu was so angry that her face turned red, and she wished she could kill the child in front of her."

"Ok?"

After thinking it over, Qingwu called out in a low voice as if she had been humiliated: "Uncle-Master".

"Speak louder, I didn't hear you."

"Don't push your luck!" Qingwu glared angrily at Yun Qingyi.

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyi looked at Qingwu, her eyes seemingly filled with icy coldness, sending chills down one's spine.

Qingwu felt a chill run down her spine when she saw Yun Qingyi's gaze, and she was somewhat afraid. She called out loudly, "Uncle-Master."

"Yes." Yun Qingyi nodded. "Next time you see me, you should call out louder. As a disciple of the Xuanmiao Sect, you should always keep respect for your teacher in mind."

After speaking, Yun Qingyi stepped into the air and departed as she had come, her long hair fluttering in the wind and her clothes billowing, displaying the elegance of a fairy.

"Wow! Martial Aunt Yun is so beautiful." Some disciples couldn't help but swoon as they watched Yun Qingyi's departing figure.

"That's right, that's right! Not only is she beautiful and elegant, but she's also incredibly strong. I declare that from today onwards, I am a loyal fan of Master Yun!"

"Me too!"

"Me too, count me in!"

"..."

Qingwu watched Yun Qingyi's departing figure. Looking at her from all angles, she was just a little kid. She couldn't help but feel annoyed that she was actually afraid. Then she snorted coldly, picked up Lu Ran, and prepared to go to the clinic.

Seeing that she was having some trouble, the kind disciple asked her if she needed help.

"You'd better go and curry favor with your Uncle Yun. Aran and I can't accept your kindness." Qingwu scoffed and left.

Upon hearing this, the disciple who wanted to help stood there awkwardly, stunned.

After Yun Qingyi left the stage, the presiding elder announced the winner of the match and immediately began the next match.

"Next match, Yun Qingrou will face Lu Jiajia."