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Regardless of what others say, the duel between the two will still take place as scheduled.

the next day.

Inner Martial Arts Hall.

The martial arts hall was already packed with people, including not only outer and inner disciples, but also some important figures who were rarely seen, such as sect elders and peak masters.

They sat or stood, completely surrounding the martial arts hall.

In the center of the martial arts hall was a huge arena, surrounded by array patterns that shimmered with a faint light.

Above the arena floats a huge spirit stone, inscribed with complex magic arrays. It is a recording stone used to record and display the competition process.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, eagerly awaiting the start of this highly anticipated competition.

"This competition is truly unprecedented! It's the first time I've ever seen so many people gathered in the martial arts hall."

A young disciple exclaimed, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

“That’s right! After all, it’s a duel between Lin Yitang and Mo Ziheng. Who wouldn’t want to witness it firsthand?” another disciple replied, his tone tinged with excitement.

"This competition is about the title of the strongest Qi Refining stage cultivator in the Taique Sect, so its value is extraordinary."

"Take Senior Brother Mo Ziheng for example. He is invincible among his peers and has high talent. He will definitely be a pillar of the Taique Sect in the future. If he can maintain his invincible reputation among his peers until he reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, he will definitely become a legend."

"Lin Yitang's strength is also evident to all. She has defeated several top inner sect experts in succession, so her strength should not be underestimated. If she can break Senior Brother Mo's undefeated record and become the strongest Qi Refiner of the new generation, she will be a legend."

"In short, this competition is going to be exceptionally exciting!"

Everyone chattered enthusiastically about the upcoming competition. Whether Lin Yitang or Mo Ziheng won, this competition held great significance.

After all, this is not just a simple exchange or competition, but a battle for supremacy that will determine who becomes a legend.

No one wanted to miss such a spectacular show.

Meanwhile, some people even set up gambling tables inside the martial arts hall and opened betting odds.

Mo Ziheng's odds were 1 to 2, while Lin Yitang's odds were 1 to 4, significantly higher than Mo Ziheng's. These odds undoubtedly reflected the general public's expectations for the outcome of this match.

Before the betting table, the disciples rubbed their hands together, eager to place their bets.

"I bet on Senior Brother Mo Ziheng to win!" an inner disciple shouted, casually tossing over fifty spirit stones. "Fifty spirit stones, Senior Brother Mo Ziheng is sure to win!"

"I'm betting on Senior Brother Mo Ziheng too!" another disciple chimed in, tossing out twenty spirit stones. "Although Junior Sister Lin Yitang is quite strong, she's still not enough against Senior Brother Mo Ziheng."

On the other side of the betting table, only a handful of people were betting on Lin Yitang.

One of the outer sect female disciples hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted her teeth and threw out ten spirit stones: "I'm betting on Senior Sister Lin Yitang! Although the odds are a bit high, I've seen her miracles in the outer sect, and I believe in her."

As the stakes increase, the odds on the betting platform also change.

Because so few people were betting on Lin Yitang, her odds skyrocketed, eventually reaching an astonishing 1 to 10!

"My God! Junior Sister Lin's odds are so high!" a young disciple exclaimed in surprise. "If she wins, won't she make a fortune?"

"Yeah! But do you dare to bet?" the senior student next to him teased. "If you lose, you'll suffer a huge loss."

"Haha, fortune favors the bold!" the young disciple laughed, and without hesitation, he took out ten spirit stones and placed them on Lin Yitang. "I'm betting that Junior Sister Lin Yitang will win!"

The area in front of the gambling table was bustling with activity, as disciples chatted and laughed as they went about their business.

At the same time, Lin Yitang, who was still in the cave, received a message from Li Lingxuan.

As she read the message, she couldn't help but chuckle and comment on the disciples who had made these bets: "They really have money to burn, so they've started betting. But it's good, it'll give them some fun."

She then asked Li Lingxuan to bet several hundred spirit stones on her behalf, with the profits to be split 30/70.

Li Lingxuan respectfully replied, "Yes."

Then Lin Yitang jumped up from the futon, patted the little phoenix's head, and told it to wait at home.

The little phoenix nodded and chirped a few times to encourage her. Then Lin Yitang opened the door and stepped out, riding the paper crane to the martial arts hall.

She didn't actually aspire to be number one in Qi Refining, but she wanted to keep her promise to Li Lingxuan. Besides, she also wanted to see just how strong Mo Ziheng really was.

Throughout the journey, Lin Yitang's mind raced. In another week, the female lead would be returning from the back mountain, and she needed to remain calm and not be swayed by the outside noise.

When she arrived at the martial arts hall, she found it already packed with people.

She walked slowly towards the ring, and all eyes fell on her, some with expectation, some with doubt, and some with disdain.

People started whispering and gossiping.

"Lin Yitang really came! I knew she wouldn't miss this competition!"

"But she doesn't seem nervous at all. Could it be that she's really confident of defeating Mo Ziheng?"

"Tch, who knows? Maybe she's just bluffing."

"That's right, how could Lin Yitang compare to Senior Brother Mo? She's just attracting everyone's attention. It's no wonder that someone with a wicked heart could defeat Senior Brother Mo, who is upright and righteous."

Lin Yitang ignored him, standing calmly in the center of the arena, quietly waiting for Mo Ziheng to arrive.

After a while, Mo Ziheng also arrived at the martial arts hall.

He was dressed in a long blue robe, with a sword at his waist. He had a handsome face and an otherworldly air. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he slowly walked towards the arena, each step causing many of his admirers to feel a thrill.

Upon arriving at the arena, Mo Ziheng bowed to Lin Yitang, his tone calm yet respectful: "Junior Sister Lin, it's been ten days since we last met. I am truly honored to finally have the opportunity to spar with you today."

Lin Yitang returned the greeting with a calm expression: "Senior Brother Mo, you are too kind. I have long admired your name."

After exchanging greetings, the two stepped onto the arena one after the other. On the arena, spiritual energy surged, and the array patterns emitted a faint glow.

Mo Ziheng summoned his spirit sword, its blade gleaming fiercely, while Lin Yitang prepared her hand seals.

This match is different from the previous ones held on temporary arenas. Temporary arenas are fragile and can only withstand a duel for no more than five minutes before automatically ending. A proper arena, however, has no such limitation. Once someone steps onto the arena, the match will continue indefinitely unless one person is rendered unable to fight or concedes defeat.

Therefore, today's match between Lin Yitang and Mo Ziheng is destined to be a protracted battle. No one knows how long they will fight, but everyone knows that a winner will eventually emerge.

The disciples below the arena held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two figures on the platform. The elders also wore solemn expressions, silently assessing the strength of the two.

The entire martial arts hall was silent, as if even the air had frozen.