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"What is Feng Qing Sect doing? How come their points are increasing so quickly?"

"I've noticed they've been constantly trying to find out information about the demon cultivator leader; they must be risking their lives for it."

"Tch! So what if they fight desperately? My Cloud Mist Sect will definitely not lose in the end!"

Seeing Feng Qing Sect's ranking jump to second place on the leaderboard, the other sects were immediately in an uproar!

Spurred by the surge in Fengqing Sect's points, other sects also mobilized all their resources, and their points rapidly increased, creating a tense and fierce competitive atmosphere throughout the entire Demon Suppression City.

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect displayed fierce swordplay, each strike carrying the force of a whirlwind. Sword Seven led his disciples in accepting a mission to annihilate a demon stronghold. Like a pack of agile cheetahs, they swiftly charged towards the demon's base.

The demons in the stronghold stood ready, unleashing various dark spells. Black light snaked out like serpents, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, attempting to hinder the Wind Sword Sect disciples' attack.

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect moved with agility, their steps light and graceful, like willow catkins dancing in the wind, skillfully avoiding the attacks of magic.

Jian Qiyi took the lead, his gaze unwavering. With a swipe of his longsword, a sword aura roared forth, dazzling like starlight, instantly slaying a demon.

The other disciples also unleashed their unique skills. Some wielded sword energy that crisscrossed, transforming into dazzling beams of light that tore through the darkness; others used their swords as shields to withstand the demons' counterattacks, their blades shimmering with spiritual energy to form a solid protective layer.

After a fierce battle, with shouts and roars mingling together, they finally succeeded in wiping out the demon stronghold, and their points steadily increased.

The disciples of the Mulan Sect possessed immense strength, wielding heavy weapons with overwhelming momentum. Lin Musen led his disciples on a mission to destroy the demon race's defensive fortifications.

They marched with firm steps, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if the earth itself was shaking beneath their feet.

Upon reaching the fortifications, demonic crossbow bolts rained down, their sharp whistling echoing through the air, sending chills down one's spine.

The disciples of the Mulan Sect were fearless, using their wood-attribute spiritual power to form a huge shield to defend themselves. Sparks flew from the crossbow bolts striking the shield.

Lin Musen roared, formed hand seals, and used a wood-attribute technique to create a large opening at the entrance of the demon's defensive fortifications.

The other disciples seized the opportunity to rush in and engage in close combat with the demons. Their strength terrified the demons, and each attack, enhanced by the wood element, carried an overwhelming force. In the end, they successfully completed the mission, and their points increased accordingly.

The Burning Flame Sect's Twilight Fire led them to accept a mission to clear out a demon's lair.

The disciples waved their hands, and flames burst forth from their palms, the intense heat seemingly capable of melting everything.

The demon's lair was instantly engulfed in flames, which soared into the sky, illuminating half the heavens. The demons struggled painfully in the inferno, letting out mournful howls.

Mu Tianhuo directed his disciples to control the direction of the flames, his eyes focused and calm, ensuring that no demon could escape.

After the fire, the demon's lair was reduced to ruins, leaving only wisps of black smoke and charred remains. They reaped a rich reward of points with the joy of victory.

Han Bingbing from Jueqing Valley led her disciples on a mission to assassinate the leader of the demon race.

Like ghosts in the night, they approached the demon camp silently. One disciple used an ice-attribute invisibility spell, his figure gradually disappearing into thin air as he infiltrated the leader's tent.

Without the demon leader noticing, a single sword strike swiftly and cleanly slit his throat. The other disciples quickly dealt with the guards, their figures moving through the darkness, swords flashing and falling with deadly precision, completing the mission cleanly and efficiently, earning the Valley of Heartbreak a significant number of points.

After several days of fierce competition, the rankings on the leaderboard kept changing. Even though Feng Qingzong was doing his best to complete tasks, his ranking still dropped to fifth.

Just then, a message circulated among the various sects, saying that there was a treasure of the demon race in a certain location west of Zhenmo City, and that obtaining it would grant a large number of points.

The news spread like wildfire to every corner of the land, and the core disciples of various sects began to make plans as soon as they heard it.

Inside the Wind Sword Sect, Jian Qi frowned as he sat with his fellow disciples. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, and everyone's expressions were very serious.

"This treasure might be an excellent opportunity for us to increase our points, but it could also be fraught with danger. What do you all think?" Jian Qi asked with a serious expression.

"Senior brother, fortune favors the bold, and the swords of our Wind Sword Sect have never been afraid! We are determined to obtain this treasure." An impulsive disciple immediately said, his face full of excitement and eagerness, as if he could already see the treasure beckoning to them.

“We must not be reckless. We know nothing about this treasure, and acting rashly could lead to unforeseen consequences.” Another, more composed disciple expressed his concern, his brow furrowed and his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

“But if we miss this opportunity and other sects beat us to it, what will become of the Wind Sword Sect’s reputation?” the impulsive disciple retorted, his voice rising a few decibels, sounding somewhat agitated.

Jian Qi pondered for a moment and said, "Everyone, please stop arguing and let's discuss this further." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that silenced everyone.

On the Mulan Sect's side, Lin Musen sat with an air of grandeur, surrounded by disciples standing to the side. Lin Musen's face was full of heroic spirit, and his eyes revealed a resolute determination.

"No matter what dangers it may pose, our Mulan Sect will not let this opportunity pass us by!" Lin Musen shouted, his voice as loud as a bell.

“But senior brother, shouldn’t we understand the situation first before making a decision?” a disciple said cautiously, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Hmph, what kind of behavior is this, cowering like this! When has our Mulan Sect ever been afraid?" Lin Musen glared at the disciple, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

Seeing this, the other disciples dared not say anything more and simply lowered their heads silently.

Inside the Burning Flame Sect, Mu Tianhuo's eyes darted around as he sat with several core disciples, discussing something.

"This matter requires careful consideration; we cannot act rashly," Mu Tianhuo said softly, his voice seemingly carrying a deeper meaning.

“Senior brother is right. We know nothing about this treasure. What if it’s a trap?” a disciple chimed in, his expression very cautious.

"But if it's true, wouldn't it be a pity if we missed it?" another disciple said hesitantly, a hint of conflict in his eyes.

Mu Tianhuo frowned slightly, staring intently at the disciple who had spoken. "Then go and find out what's going on. We'll talk again when we have some news!"

In the Valley of Heartbreak, Han Bingbing remained as cold as ice, and the disciples before her dared not breathe loudly. Han Bingbing's gaze was icy, sending chills down their spines.

"Send someone to investigate the situation before making a decision." Han Bingbing's voice was cold and decisive, as if brooking no dissent.

"Yes, Senior Sister," the disciples replied in unison, their voices uniform and filled with reverence.

Just as the disciples of various sects were discussing whether to explore the treasure, trouble arose for Fan Tong!