The female lead thought she had a "proud and arrogant" character script.

Hu Muyu had no choice but to continue the attack, even if it meant inflicting heavy losses on both sides.

Three silver needles shot out from Zhao Ping's sleeve toward Hu Muyu's face.

Although Hu Muyu was prepared, she couldn't avoid it in time. She could only turn her head, but a needle still pierced through her shoulder.

The paralyzing toxin attached to the silver needles rendered Hu Muyu's left side immobile in an instant.

And the numbness is spreading to his right side!

Hu Muyu acted decisively, thrusting the blade of his sword toward Zhao Ping's heart.

"Pfft!"

One after the other, as the sword pierced Zhao Ping's body, three wooden vines pierced through Hu Muyu's body from behind!

A silence.

The two remained in that position without moving.

After a long while, so long that everyone began to wonder if the two women had already died on the stage, Hu Muyu swayed first.

Zhao Ping smiled with satisfaction, then closed her eyes with relief and collapsed.

What she didn't expect was that Hu Muyu did it on purpose; she deliberately feigned weakness to put Zhao Ping at ease.

When Zhao Ping wakes up, she'll probably be furious.

"Hu Muyusheng!"

Hearing these words, Hu Muyu finally felt at ease and let her consciousness sink into darkness.

She knew that this was the end of her journey in the qualifying rounds.

He closed his eyes somewhat unwillingly.

As the protective shield disappeared, the medical team that had been waiting nearby rushed forward.

Luo Qingcheng and Wanwan followed.

The treatment was not free. Since Hu Muyu, who could afford to pay for the treatment himself, was in a coma, the medical team made an exception and allowed Luo Qingcheng and Wanwan to follow.

"This junior sister was much more seriously injured than the other, yet she persevered to the end. She truly deserves to be a swordswoman of our Sword Inquiry Sect. Her unwavering will is admirable."

Luo Qingcheng quickly chimed in, "Fellow senior brothers and sisters, how long will it take for my senior sister Hu to recover?"

"It should take about three months to recover." The main reason is that although the poison is not fatal, it takes a long time to be metabolized and eliminated from the body.

Fortunately, although Zhao Ping was not very bright, she still understood that although using poison needles in the qualifying rounds was dishonorable, it was at least not against the rules. If she had used a deadly poison, the Wenjian Sect would not have tolerated her.

Upon hearing that it would take three months, Luo Qingcheng couldn't help but feel sorry for Hu Muyu.

She knew how much Hu Muyu wanted to enter the inner sect.

"Knock knock."

knocking?

Luo Qingcheng opened the door, revealing a face that bore a slight resemblance to Hu Muyu.

Hu Muyun?

That makes sense. After all, he is Senior Sister Hu Muyu's younger brother. As an inner disciple, he didn't set up a stall but came to watch his sister's competition. That shows his thoughtfulness.

Luo Qingcheng didn't say much and stepped aside.

After treating Hu Muyu's wounds, everyone left the room together.

After returning to the outer disciples' residence halfway up the mountain, Luo Qingcheng and Wanwan began their respective cultivation.

Despite saying that, Luo Qingcheng couldn't cultivate. She lay on the bed, constantly thinking about what kind of enemies she would encounter next and how she should deal with them.

And so, the next day arrived.

Luo Qingcheng and Wanwan went to the square at the foot of the mountain to watch the other disciples' matches.

The skill levels of the outer disciples varied greatly, but those who could fight until the second day were considered to be at a decent level.

Their basic cultivation levels are all above the fifth level of Qi Refining.

The eliminated disciples, accustomed to competing with the inner disciples for business, simply didn't have anything particularly valuable to offer, focusing instead on something peculiar.

It didn't cause any controversy.

In the two matches that followed, Wanwan easily defeated her opponents with her financial power.

Hu Muyu's match was ruled a victory for her opponent because she did not arrive on time.

Afterwards, Wanwan, the rich girl who loves to shop, and Luo Qingcheng parted ways. One continued to watch the game and learn about the opponent, while the other went to sweep up the street stalls.

Day three.

Luo Qingcheng participated in the lottery again.

The person she was facing was a Dharma practitioner.

Luo Qingcheng couldn't help but sigh at his unparalleled luck.

If there's one person among all the cultivators she least wants to face, it's the Dharma cultivator.

Fa Xiu is a long-range attacker, emphasizing elegance that never goes out of style. Who would want to fight her with weapons?

She could already picture herself running around the field chasing after the other person, trying to stab them in the butt with her sword, but never quite managing to hit them.

"Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Ning."

"Please enlighten me, Junior Sister Luo."

After bowing, as expected, Senior Brother Ning activated his magic and ran directly to the place farthest from Luoqing City.

Luo Qingcheng was speechless. "Senior Brother Ning, how are we supposed to fight like this?"

Senior Brother Ning shook the folding fan he used to show off and laughed, "I have long admired Junior Sister Luo's name. As a fragile magic cultivator, I dare not let Junior Sister Luo get close."

Even with Senior Brother Ning's cultivation at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he couldn't break through Luo Qingcheng's defenses.

He would occasionally cast a small spell at Luo Qingcheng, but it wouldn't hurt him much. After dodging two of them, Luo Qingcheng simply ignored them.

In the end, Senior Brother Ning didn't even use a few minor spells, focusing instead on running away from Luo Qingcheng.

"What are they doing?"

"Let's just chase ducks, shall we? It's not like we're actually playing a match."

The two of them were running and chasing each other on the stage, making it too boring to watch. People from other sects who had nothing better to do than pay spirit stones to watch their competition complained to the Fourth Elder.

Request a refund.

The Fourth Elder was extremely worried and felt a headache coming on whenever he saw Luo Qingcheng's name.

Senior Brother Ning here wasn't as relaxed as the others saw. Powerful magic cultivators can draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use, while he, a magic cultivator who had only reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, could only consume the spiritual energy that he had already refined within his body.

Luo Qingcheng may seem like an ordinary person, but her speed and endurance are nothing like what one would expect. If Senior Brother Ning hadn't secretly used his footwork, she would have caught up with him long ago.

That was exactly what Luo Qingcheng was planning.

If she depletes Senior Brother Ning's spiritual energy reserves, Senior Brother Ning, who is without spiritual energy, can only be killed by her sword one by one.

While it may seem that Senior Brother Ning is casually dismissing Luo Qingcheng, in reality, Luo Qingcheng is relentlessly pressuring Senior Brother Ning into a corner.

"Senior Brother Ning, why don't you stop running?"

"Ning is not a fool."

Senior Brother Ning has been looking for an opportunity to counterattack. This is Luo Qingcheng's second match, but it is already Senior Brother Ning's fifth match.

He has come a long and arduous way, not to hand over victory so easily.

However, no solution could be found.

Senior Brother Ning is about to lose his composure and detachment. What's the difference between this Junior Sister Luo and him being a scoundrel?

I kept poking him.

As Luo Qingcheng had predicted, Senior Brother Ning exhausted his spiritual power and could only stand panting in the corner of the arena.

Like a respectable woman being bullied by a thug, her face was full of terror, and she trembled uncontrollably, crying out, "No, don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll call for help!"

Luo Qingcheng grinned wickedly, approaching step by step, "Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out!"

The audience members who were clamoring for refunds loved seeing this, and they immediately widened their eyes and held their breath to watch closely.

Ning was speechless and was about to give up and give in when he noticed a green bracelet on Luo Qingcheng's left hand in the corner of his eye.

His eyes lit up.

That wretched Junior Sister Luo, even if he loses, he won't let you get away with it!

Senior Brother Ning condensed his last drop of spiritual power and, taking advantage of Luo Qingcheng's inattention, struck at the jumping vine disguised as a bracelet on Luo Qingcheng's left wrist.

At the same time, he shouted loudly, "I surrender!"

Just as the referee was about to declare Luo Qingcheng the winner, Ning Shixiong's mischievous spiritual power struck Luo Qingcheng's wrist, and the jumping vine, hit by the fire spiritual power, immediately broke in two.