I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

He wanted to grab Chu Chenmu's shoulders and shake him hard, to make him explain clearly what was wrong with his storybook. He had been secretly writing the storybook, and finally, a reader gave him feedback, but it turned out that the reader was "not interested" and "didn't like reading it."

He decided that before killing Chu Chenmu, he would make him read all of his novels and write a review of each one. Every single one!

Yan Jian'an chuckled dryly, his back teeth clenched tightly: "Hehehe, is that so? I don't know, probably some unknown author."

"I'm going back to Hongmeng Pavilion. Brother Chenmu, let's talk another day."

He couldn't stay any longer. Goodbye.

Luo Suichen looked at Yan Jian'an, whose mentality had suddenly changed drastically. Although he didn't know what had happened, he was happy to see the result. He turned Chu Chenmu around and pulled him to talk.

Chu Chenmu stood listlessly all day, occasionally glancing nervously towards the direction of the Brahma Sound Pavilion. He would relax when he didn't see the monk Daotian, but after a while he would nervously scan the area again before finally letting go.

The first day's ceremony ended in this tedious manner, and the second day began with the competition.

The sparring competition is divided into two levels: Foundation Establishment and Golden Core. First, there's a free-for-all with ten people competing simultaneously. After each match, only the last two remaining on the stage advance to the second round, where they face off in pairs. The second round eliminates all but fifty disciples, who then advance to the third round. The third round is divided into ten groups of five, with internal group matches. Two disciples from each group advance to the top twenty of the entire sparring competition.

As for how the other rankings were determined, Chu Chenmu said he was too lazy to find out, since he wasn't a referee and didn't need to worry about it.

The previous arena battles actually have an advantage over large sects. Although the groups are randomly drawn, the large number of participants means a large pool of people. If multiple people are drawn to be in the same arena, they can join forces to eliminate those from their own sect first, and then decide on the list of those advancing from their own sect.

Chu Chenmu didn't bother to watch the chaotic battle ahead. He believed that his three disciples would be fine as long as they weren't extremely unlucky enough to be surrounded.

Sure enough, on the eighth day, the list of those who advanced was released, and all three were on it.

After a day of rest on the ninth day, the two-on-one matches will begin on the tenth day.

Chu Chenmu looked at the match list and found that all three of them were scheduled to play tomorrow. He told them that they could go to the venue to observe their opponents the day before, while he himself took another day off to be lazy.

The next day, Chu Chenmu appeared at the scene, waiting for the three disciples' turn to compete.

"Arena No. 10, Wuji Sect's Su Chengdian versus Echo Valley's Lin Muyan."

Upon hearing the message, Su Chengdian stepped onto the arena, looked up at the opposite side, and awaited his opponent.

A little girl dressed in emerald green landed on the stage, appearing to only reach his chin. She held a white jade flute in her hand, and her bright eyes were also looking in his direction.

Su Chengdian cursed himself for his bad luck. This was a girl he had paid special attention to yesterday. Although she possessed wood-attribute spiritual power, her every move concealed countless deadly moves. Her agility was sharp, allowing her to attack or defend effectively. In addition, wood-attribute spiritual power inherently possesses greater endurance. If this were not a friendly spar but a life-or-death struggle, Su Chengdian really couldn't say who would win between him and this girl, Lin Muyan.

However, since this is a friendly sparring match, he has the advantage, and his opponent cannot unleash the full power of many of his moves.

Moreover, this girl is from Echo Valley. Most of the people in Echo Valley are music cultivators. In battle, they usually hide in the back of the team to attack from a distance, or use music to disturb the opponent, or buff their teammates. They should be taking the support route. In a real one-on-one fight, Echo Valley is not at an advantage. Once the enemy gets close, they have no chance to play the zither or flute and use any attack methods.

But none of these problems could be seen in Lin Muyan. The little girl won beautifully in yesterday's duel, and he was attracted by her close combat skills.

"Echo Valley Forest Smoke, please enlighten me, fellow Daoist!"

A clear voice came from the other side. Su Chengdian looked at the beautiful, confident, and flamboyant young girl with an oval face not far away, cupped his hands, and said gently, "Su Chengdian of Wuji Sect, please enlighten me, fellow Daoist."

As the starting whistle blew, the two leaped forward one after the other, launching their attacks simultaneously. In an instant, their figures intertwined, their movements swift and agile. Lin Muyan's flute, crafted from some unknown rare and precious material, held its own against Su Chengdian's sword.

The two exchanged several blows in a short period of time, and both knew that they had met a formidable opponent.

About fifteen minutes later, Su Chengdian finally found an opening and, at the cost of injury, defeated Lin Muyan, but also suffered a cut on his own arm.

"You flatter me. Are you alright, Fellow Daoist Lin?"

Lin Muyan casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, glaring resentfully at the person in front of her. But a loss was a loss; she was simply outmatched. Lin Muyan got up on her own, limped away, leaving Su Chengdian with only a stubborn back view.

Su Chengdian returned to his seat, swallowed the pill whole, and while his eyes watched the other fighters on the arena, his mind kept wandering to the girl in the emerald green dress he had just seen—

After a long while, he exhaled. There were three places where he reacted too slowly, and there was another place where he should have used a different approach. Moreover, his control over spiritual energy was not precise enough, and he almost ran out of energy.

He was confident that if he were to fight Lin Muyan again, he would be able to win more easily!

On the other side, Lin Muyan stepped off the stage and did not linger at the competition venue. Instead, she went straight back to her room, locked herself inside, and buried her head in the pillow without treating her injuries, remaining motionless.

Before long, there was a knock at the door, and a gentle female voice said, "Xiaoyan, it's your mother."

Lin Muyan lay on the bed and mumbled, "Mother, please come in."

Then the door opened, and a pair of hands patted Lin Muyan gently. Lin Muyan's nose stung, and she looked up at the person with red eyes: "Mother, I'm not reconciled."

“I’ve tried my best, Mother. I thought I could…” Lin Muyan choked up and stopped speaking.

Mu Yunqiu affectionately patted Lin Muyan's head, "Mother knows how hard our little Yan cultivates; it's something everyone can see."

Lin Muyan closed her eyes, feeling the pain from her wounds. What was the use of working hard? She still lost, and in the second round no less. She wouldn't be able to climb the leaderboard this time.

"If this is a life-or-death duel, I will not lose!" Ignoring her injuries, Lin Muyan struggled to sit up in bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat, but her eyes were fixed on Mu Yunqiu with determination: "If there is a next time, I will definitely not lose to him!"