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"Do you know that after returning from Skyfire City, Elder Mochou dragged Han Qianliu away for special training?"

"Did you know that during the special training, it seems the Grand Elder sent someone to deliver some things?"

"Do you know what those things Han Qianliu used to break through to the peak of the ninth level of the Human Spirit Realm?"

"Do you know how big the gap is between the seventh and ninth levels of the Human Spirit Realm?"

"Don't you think you've gotten yourself into some trouble?"

Pineapple's little mouth kept moving, spitting out words like beans, rattling off its sentences.

"So this is what Mengyao asked you to remind me of?" Fan Tong felt a warmth in his heart, but he didn't care at all about Han Qianliu's improved cultivation.

"That's right! Senior Sister Mengyao is worried, so she'll be there when you have your official competition. If you feel any pressure then, don't keep it to yourself!"

Biluo looked worried, fearing that Fan Tong might suffer for the sake of saving face and end up losing his life if things went too far.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" Fan Tong replied with a smile, while clenching his fist to show off his strength.

"Tch! What are you showing off for? You go ahead and get ready. I'll go back and tell Senior Sister Mengyao, then I'll wait for you at the training ground!"

Biluo said irritably, then ignored Fan Tong and turned to leave the warehouse.

"Don't worry, Mengyao, I believe I'll catch up with you soon!" Fan Tong watched Biluo leave, secretly making a decision in his heart, and then continued his morning exercise as usual.

As noon approached, the Fengqing Sect's first martial arts arena had already gathered a considerable number of sect disciples who had come to join the excitement.

"Do you guys think that idiot has gone mad? How dare he challenge Han Qianliu? Isn't he just asking for trouble?"

"Who knows! Maybe this good-for-nothing saw that he could cultivate and thought he was capable again?"

"But I must say, he hasn't been as arrogant since he started cultivating!"

"Alas! Fan Tong is a pitiful person too!"

……

The disciples present were discussing among themselves. Some of them had suffered at Fan Tong's hands before and were clamoring for Han Qianliu to teach Fan Tong a lesson. Others, who knew about Fan Tong's past, felt a sense of respect for him.

"Wow! Look! I never expected that our Narcissus Fairy Mengyao would actually come to watch Fan Tong and the others' competition!"

"Oh? That's to be expected. It's always been said that Narcissus and Fan Tong have a very good personal relationship, and that Fan Tong is living off her!"

"It's getting interesting! Even the Gentleman Sword Mo Buzheng has arrived!"

“嘿嘿，情敌见面分外眼红啊，不知道莫不争能不能上场揍樊童一顿。”

"Wow! Quite a few people have come. Why are all these core disciples and true disciples so free?"

"Yeah, something doesn't feel right. Do Fan Tong and Han Qianliu really have that much influence?"

Amidst the chatter of the crowd, the time quickly came to noon!

"Han Qianliu is here!" With a shout from an outer disciple, the entire training ground immediately fell silent.

Han Qianliu walked quickly through the crowded disciples to the center of the training ground, glanced at the crowd below, and raised his hand to bow to everyone.

"Thank you all for your kind words. I never expected that such a small competition would attract so much attention. I feel really guilty!"

"Ah! Senior Brother Han is so gentle and handsome!"

"Go, Senior Brother Han! Teach that good-for-nothing a lesson!"

"Senior Brother Han, I want to have your babies!"

Han Qianliu's movements elicited screams from the female disciples below, instantly creating a buzz.

"Please be patient, everyone. Why hasn't Fan Tong, the hostage, arrived yet?"

Han Qianliu pressed his hands down, calmly advising everyone, but he couldn't suppress the joy in his eyes.

"Why do I hear something calling my name? I wonder what it is?"

Fan Tong's lazy voice came from behind the many disciples, causing Han Qianliu's expression to change.

That's such a hurtful thing to say, I can't accept it, and I can't ignore it either!

"I admire your courage for daring to show up. However, you should be prepared, I'm here to avenge my poor junior sister Bai Jie!"

Han Qianliu took the initiative, aiming to seize the moral high ground.

"Stop spouting nonsense! You say I killed Bai Jie, then produce the evidence! Otherwise, shut up!"

Fan Tong first waved to Meng Yao, and then, under Mo Buzheng's angry glare, he spat at Han Qianliu.

"Enough talk, time's up..."

"Hehe, both sides have arrived!" A somewhat frivolous voice interrupted Han Qianliu's words.

The disciples looked in the direction of the voice and saw a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old walking towards them. Every step he took was so calm and confident. His eyes were clear and bright, and the smile on his lips made people feel very friendly.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Senior Brother Dongfang has emerged from seclusion!"

"Does that mean he has also broken through to the Profound Spirit Realm?"

"This is truly a great thing for our Fengqing Sect!"

……

Upon recognizing the newcomer, the disciples went into a frenzy once again. Fan Tong had never seen this person before, but it was not difficult to deduce his identity from the shouts of the crowd.

The newcomer was none other than Dongfang Sheng, the grandson of the First Elder Dongfang Yao, a prodigy born not long after him!

"I've just come out of seclusion. Since I've stumbled upon this commotion, why don't I act as the referee for you all, so the losers won't be dissatisfied!"

Ignoring the gazes and eyes of his disciples, Dongfang Sheng glanced at Meng Yao and then spoke arrogantly to Han Qianliu and Fan Tong.

"It is our honor to have Senior Brother Dongfang as the referee!" Han Qianliu, who had been indifferent before, became eager when he saw Dongfang Sheng.

"Fan Tong, what's your opinion?"

"I don't care, no one can stop me from beating up Han Qianliu!"

"In that case, let the competition begin!" Dongfang Sheng said with a smile on his face when he heard Fan Tong's words.

This time, no one interrupted the two's match.

Han Qianliu and Fan Tong stood on opposite sides of the arena, directly mobilizing the spiritual power within their bodies.

"Fan Tong, don't say I'm bullying you! With my cultivation at the ninth level of the Human Spirit Realm, I can make you lie on the arena with one move, never to get up again!"

The abundant spiritual power of the ninth level of the Human Spirit Realm gave Han Qianliu great confidence.

"Heh, I hope your fists are as hard as your mouth!"

Fan Tong didn't dare to be careless and immediately activated the Nameless Technique at full power, revealing his cultivation level as an eighth-level Human Spirit Realm cultivator.

"What? Fan Tong has actually broken through to the eighth level of the Human Spirit Realm?"

"Did this kid eat spirit beast dung? How come his cultivation level is increasing so fast?"

"No wonder he had the courage to challenge Han Qianliu; he had something to rely on!"

Not only were the disciples on the field shocked, but even Mengyao was astonished and her jaw dropped!

Upon seeing Fan Tong's cultivation level, Dongfang Sheng's previously smiling face vanished, replaced by a cold glint in his eyes!

"Hmph! Is this all you're relying on? The Ninth Heaven and the Eighth Heaven are two different things. Let me show you the difference!"

Han Qianliu's face was icy cold, and ice-attribute spiritual power spread throughout his body. With a wave of his hand, he rushed towards Fan Tong!