Bone-stripping and tendon-pulling? The reborn senior sister becomes the number one cultivator in the

Qingyunmen.

The sect competition is about to begin.

The eight major sects and various minor sects have gathered in the central square of Qingyun Sect, which faces Qingyun Peak, which rises straight into the clouds.

"Who do you think will win the championship in this sect competition?"

"Naturally, it's Senior Brother Song Huai'an."

"It's hard to say. The senior disciple of the Tianyan Sect has emerged from seclusion, and I heard that his cultivation has improved considerably."

"Then the eldest brother will win."

……

The square was noisy, with each sect discussing the competition.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Look, isn't that the senior disciple of the Qingyun Sect?"

Many people looked in the direction that person was pointing.

Song Huai'an was dashing and upright, with sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a face as beautiful as jade. Standing on high ground overlooking the world, he exuded an innate imperial aura.

Following behind him was Jiang Ci, gentle and refined. Having spent years in the alchemy room, he naturally exuded a refreshing medicinal fragrance, and his eyes curved into a gentle smile, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

The two remained where they were, seemingly waiting for someone.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, I'm here!" Ye Qianqian came running nimbly, her pink robes fluttering in the wind. She shone brightly in the sunlight, like the most beautiful peach blossom.

Ye Qianqian came between Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci, winked playfully, and said in a light tone, "Hehe, now you're not late, are you?"

Song Huai'an affectionately patted Ye Qianqian's head and said softly, "Junior Sister, you're not allowed to sleep in next time."

"Okay, we'll do as our senior brother says. And second senior brother, don't hold back this time when you're refining pills. Let's have a good sparring match."

Jiang Ci smiled gently and said, "Okay."

Ye Qianqian felt increasingly excited as she looked at the "85" favorability rating above Song Huai'an's head and the "88" favorability rating above Jiang Ci's head.

Since the system update, Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci's favorability ratings have been displayed above their heads. Every time Ye Qianqian sees such high favorability ratings, she feels immense joy.

My affection level is almost full!

The plot has reached 63%, and victory is not far away.

Ye Qianqian was filled with joy, and she greeted all the Qingyun Sect disciples around her warmly.

Those young disciples who already adored Ye Qianqian were so excited they could barely move and couldn't speak.

Ye Qianqian was very proud; it felt so good to be admired and respected.

After the disciples of the various sects lined up in the square under the leadership of their respective elders, eight people flew down from the top of Qingyun Peak. They were the leaders of the eight major sects, and the one leading them was Yan Ze, the leader of the Qingyun Sect.

His expression was cold and indifferent, possessing an irresistible intimidating power that made people afraid to even look at him.

His cultivation level has reached the mid-stage of Mahayana, giving him strength close to ascension.

The square was silent, with only the sound of the wind from the mountaintop.

Elder Wang, who was in charge, stood on the high platform, looked at the disciples below, and delivered a long welcoming speech. He also explained the rewards for the competition: "Any disciple who can enter the top ten can enter the Lingxiao Palace to choose a magic weapon."

Upon hearing this, the disciples below the stage could no longer contain their excitement. Leaving aside the rare treasures within the Lingxiao Palace, the fact that it was built by the grandmasters of the eight major sects was something that could be celebrated for a lifetime.

"Ahem, quiet down!" Elder Wang shouted loudly using his spiritual power, his voice almost penetrating the ears of the disciples below the stage.

The audience fell silent instantly.

After Elder Wang checked the number of sects below the stage, he turned to Yan Ze and nodded.

Yan Ze stood up, glanced at the disciples below the stage, and remained expressionless.

"The sect competition is now starting..."

"boom!"

Yan Ze's indifferent voice was interrupted. All the disciples heard was a deafening crash, and they saw a flying boat crash into the open space in front of the square.

Yan Ze frowned slightly, clearly disliking being interrupted.

The disciples responsible for ensuring the safety of the competition headed towards the flying boat, while the other sect leaders rose with interest to observe the situation below the stage.

A silver-white man calmly stepped out of the flying boat, surveying the square in front of him as if no one else was there, even though the hem of his clothes was still on fire.

"Second Brother, I told you your flying boat piloting skills are terrible, and you still dare to steal my control position!"

"You've driven halfway, can't you let me drive a bit more?"

"Second Brother, Sister, please stop arguing. There are many people watching."

Mu Zhi and Meng Qingyue realized they were standing in front of all the sect disciples. Their cheeks flushed slightly, and they wisely shut their mouths.

Feeling embarrassed to stand in front of so many people, Mu Ruo moved her feet and hid behind Mu Zhi.

The first disciple to arrive, tasked with guarding the competition, asked, "Which fellow Daoist are you? Why have you come to the sect's grand competition?"

"I am Lin Xuanjin, the sect leader of the Twilight Snow Sect. I have brought my disciples here to participate in the sect competition. This is my sect token," Lin Xuanjin said, neither humble nor arrogant.

Having not participated in a competition for a long time, he was determined to show the prowess of a senior.

The disciple verified Lin Xuanjin's identity, said a few words to the disciples behind him, and then bowed respectfully, saying, "Sect Leader Lin, I know why you've come. I will inform Elder Liu, who is in charge of managing the competition, of your request, and he will give you an answer as to whether you can participate. Also, Sect Leader Lin, could you please put out the fire behind you? It's about to burn you."

Lin Xuanjin was startled; his calm and composed expression shattered, replaced by panic. He waved his hand behind him, flicking out frost to extinguish the fire on his clothes, but an unbearable pain gripped his heart.

This is a new outfit he bought at great expense specifically for the sect competition!

Sparse, suppressed laughter came from the sect disciples.

Lin Xuanjin, with his high cultivation level, naturally had excellent hearing. Upon hearing the disciples' laughter, his old face instantly turned slightly red, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.

"Sect Leader Lin, please take your disciples to the reception desk to register. I will show you the way." The disciple leading the way made a "please" gesture.

Lin Xuanjin turned around and saw his second and third disciples glaring at each other. The third disciple was caught between the two, at a loss, his face flushed with anxiety.

He was about to rub his forehead when he realized that his eldest and youngest disciples had not yet come out.

The airship had frozen over at some point and stopped emitting smoke.

What is going on?

Just as Lin Xuanjin was about to call for help, he saw two people walk out of the flying boat's door.

Xie Wanning appeared, supporting Qi Shaozhuo.

Qi Shaozhuo's face was slightly pale.

"Xiaolin, what's wrong with Xiaozhuo?" Lin Xuanjin asked with concern.

"It's nothing serious. Junior Brother just got seasick. The flying boat was going too fast, and he threw up. I treated him, and he's stable now," Xie Wanning explained calmly.

Lin Xuanjin breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "Fortunately, nothing serious happened."

"Master, it seems something terrible is about to happen." Xie Wanning pointed behind Lin Xuanjin.

Lin Xuanjin turned around and saw the previously respectful disciple holding a weapon, his face full of vigilance.

The sect leaders who had been on the stage all came to the square and protected their disciples behind them.

The disciples of those sects, some angry, some hateful, some sorrowful, all stared at Xie Wan Ning with their eyes fixed on her.

Xie Wanning shrugged. What was bound to happen had finally happened.