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

The first round of the sect competition is an individual competition. Depending on the cultivation method, it is divided into competitions of swordsmanship, physical skills, medicine making, beast taming, formation, alchemy, weapon forging, talisman drawing, and other cultivation methods.

Each disciple may participate in one or two competitions of different cultivation methods. Disciples who choose one competition will be scored based on the score of that competition, while disciples who choose two competitions will have their highest score recorded.

Each skill competition will determine the top ten. The first place will receive ten points, the second place will receive nine points, and so on down to the next place, with one point deducted from the score. Disciples ranked outside the top ten will not receive any points.

Qingyun Peak has more than a dozen peaks, more than enough to be used for martial arts competitions.

The first round of competition usually lasts for three days and then comes to an end.

lounge.

"Don't be nervous, everyone just do their best," Lin Xuanjin patiently reassured them.

"But Master, everyone else looks so amazing. What if I get eliminated in the first round?" Mu Ruo asked worriedly.

She and her sister Mu Zhi were sound cultivators, not belonging to one of the traditional eight major cultivation methods, so they had to participate in competitions for other cultivation methods. These other cultivation methods were diverse, including magic cultivation, demon cultivation, ghost cultivation, and so on. These cultivators were usually from smaller sects outside the eight major sects, having spent years traveling the martial world and possessing rich combat experience. Furthermore, competitions for other cultivation methods allowed them to avoid disciples of the eight major sects as much as possible, greatly increasing their chances of obtaining high scores. Therefore, these competitions for other cultivation methods were essentially battles between smaller sects.

"It's alright. So what if we lose? We came to the sect competition mainly to broaden our horizons. Fourth Junior Sister, don't worry. The outcome of the competition isn't important. As long as you can protect yourself and don't get hurt, that's fine." Meng Qingyue spoke gently, giving Mu Ruo a slight smile. However, from his bright eyes, it was clear that he was eager to try his hand at the upcoming swordsmanship competition.

"Okay." Mu Ruo nodded, trying to relax. She said to Mu Zhi, "Sister, why don't you warm up with me?"

Seeing that her younger sister had figured things out, Mu Zhi felt a huge weight lifted from her heart. With a smile in her eyes, she took her sister's hand and led her out of the rest room to find a place to practice.

Meng Qingyue didn't linger. He picked up his sword and went to the training ground to practice.

Lin Xuanjin watched his three disciples leave, recalling their timid appearances when they were young, and smiled brightly: "The little guys have all grown up and are becoming more and more ambitious."

He walked into another lounge and saw his young disciple, Qi Shaozhuo, intently studying a medical book, looking completely absorbed.

Lin Xuanjin paused at the doorway, his gaze softening.

Lin Xuanjin found Qi Shaozhuo in a snowy field. He was just an infant, cruelly abandoned. When Lin Xuanjin found him, the little guy was barely clinging to life. Lin Xuanjin used his spiritual power to save him, but Qi Shaozhuo's foundation was damaged, leaving him weak and prone to illness. Seeing his condition, Lin Xuanjin initially decided not to teach him cultivation and instead entrust him to a trusted friend to raise. Unexpectedly, the little guy showed great interest in medicine and even taught himself medical skills, stabilizing his health.

Seeing the tenacious Qi Shaozhuo, Lin Xuanjin taught him the cultivation method.

With Qi Shaozhuo's own healing and the blessing of spiritual power, his health gradually improved.

During this sect competition, Qingyun Sect opened up some books in its library, allowing disciples from other sects to borrow them, which gave Qi Shaozhuo an opportunity to learn more about medicine.

Lin Xuanjin silently left the rest room. He looked at the training room in the distance, knowing that Xu Weilin was cultivating inside, but he didn't know what kind of martial arts competition that child was preparing to participate in.

He found a deck chair by the door of the lounge and sat down. The warm sunlight shone on him, making him feel cozy and comfortable. He unconsciously fell asleep.

Half a day later.

Xie Wanning exhaled, absorbing all the spiritual energy around her.

She opened the door to the practice room and found that the sun was setting; it was time to return to the lounge.

The Qingyun Sect specially set aside a mountain called White Bird Peak, establishing rest areas at the summit and halfway up the mountain. The summit was entirely occupied by the direct disciples and inner disciples of the seven major sects, while the halfway up the mountain was for disciples of the smaller sects.

Xie Wanning wasn't in a hurry to go back to sleep. She put on a necklace, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed into a boy with a clear face who looked only eight or nine years old.

Tomorrow is the first round of the sect competition, and she needs to scout out the "enemy's situation."

There's a competition early tomorrow morning, and Xie Wanning hasn't decided which martial arts competition to participate in yet, so she'll see where the others are going to compete.

Xie Wanning successfully reached the mountaintop. Looking at the bustling crowd, she couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many people from the major sects."

The people from Qingyun Sect naturally didn't rest on White Bird Peak. They were already in their own sect, so why should they squeeze in with people from other sects?

Xie Wanning looked around curiously. The sect disciples were all wearing sect attire, making them easy to identify.

Xie Wanning strolled leisurely along the road.

Sudden.

"Second Senior Brother, you haven't finished listening to the battle song I prepared for you yet! I promise, before your competition tomorrow, I'll use this piece to show off my prowess." A young girl held a pipa in her right hand, her eyes sparkling.

The boy she was chasing turned pale and ran even faster, his voice filled with terror: "Junior Sister, let's just forget about it. If you play a piece, I'll have to pay my opponent some money!"

"What did you say? Do you dare say it again?" The girl's cheeks flushed red with anger, and she threw the pipa in her hand at the boy without hesitation.

The boy reacted quickly and immediately dodged the pipa.

The pipa flew towards Xie Wanning.

Xie Wanning was just thinking about which sect's resting place to visit when she felt a murderous aura behind her.

She turned her head, and a pipa was only a fist's distance away from her!

In an instant.

"La!" The pipa was grasped by a hand, producing a crisp sound.

Xie Wanning felt a sudden sensation of being suspended in mid-air; her collar was pulled up, and her feet were off the ground.

"Young fellow Daoist, are you alright?" A clear, cold voice rang out.

Xie Wanning looked up and met a handsome face with its eyes covered by a white blindfold.

Si Jinchuan? !

A look of surprise flashed across Xie Wanning's eyes, and she remained silent for a while.

"I'm fine, thank you for saving me, fellow Daoist." Xie Wanning bowed her head in greeting, her voice clear and melodious.

"It's good that you're alright." Si Jinchuan put Xie Wanning on the ground, turned around and looked at Li Xuanhao and Jian Yue, who had already lined up to be scolded. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to be harsh, but said sternly, "Second junior brother, third junior sister, be careful when you're playing around, don't hurt anyone else."

"It wasn't a joke. It was my second senior brother who said the battle song I painstakingly prepared for him wasn't good, so I..." Jian Yue felt a little wronged and lowered her head, unable to speak.

Li Xuanhao had originally planned to ignore Jian Yue for three days, but seeing his third junior sister's sad appearance, he sighed softly, his tone gentle, and patted Jian Yue's shoulder: "Third junior sister, it's my fault. I'll listen to you play the piece again when we get back, okay?"

Jian Yue's eyes lit up, and she lightly jumped up: "Okay, Second Senior Brother, it's a deal."

Seeing that the two senior brothers had made up, Xie Wanning was about to leave when Jian Yue suddenly ran up to her, full of apology: "I'm sorry, I was too reckless just now and almost hurt you. Are you alright?"

"It's alright, your senior brother saved me."

"I am Jian Yue from the Yunxiao Sect. Young fellow Daoist, what is your name?" Jian Yue warmly shook Xie Wan Ning's hand.

"May……"

Xie Wanning quickly stopped herself; she almost blurted out that her name was "Xu Weilin".

Oh no, I was so focused on infiltrating the rest areas of the seven major sects that I forgot to name them.

Si Jinchuan and Li Xuanhao also gathered around.

Xie Wanning's forehead was slightly sweaty with anxiety as she met Jian Yue's curious gaze.

She could only shout out, disregarding everything else, "Hello, my name is Xu Xiaoli!"