Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

The semi-finals began slowly under the scorching afternoon sun, with each match being thrilling and keeping everyone on the edge of their seats.

In a spectator area far from the arena and separated from the general public, Shen Ying and Immortal Lord Qingyu sat side by side. In front of them was a light screen projected by immortal magic, clearly showing the intense battle on the arena.

While watching the match, Shen Ying ate a small bag of fragrant spiritual fruits that Immortal Lord Qingyu had given her before the competition. The fragrant spiritual fruits were round and small in shape, with a bright red color. They had a delicate fragrance that was refreshing and pleasant.

With a satisfying "crunch," the crisp texture bursts in your mouth, and the sweet flavor instantly spreads. The delicate texture and just the right amount of sweetness make it irresistible, one after another. Shen Ying exclaimed, "This is simply the perfect companion for watching exciting matches! If only I could watch movies with it!"

Because Qingyu Immortal Lord used exquisite magic, and was shrouded in a layer of faint immortal mist, no one else could see the specific situation of Shen Ying and Qingyu Immortal Lord on the viewing platform.

The barrier formed by that spell acted like an invisible enchantment, isolating them from the outside world. Even if others tried hard to look, they could only catch a blurry glimpse of them and could not perceive their true situation.

Therefore, no one noticed Shen Ying's carefree scene of eating while watching the battle. She held a Lingxiang Crispy Fruit in one hand, occasionally popping one into her mouth, making a crisp "crunch crunch" sound, and her face was filled with a satisfied smile.

Immortal Lord Qingyu stood to the side, occasionally glancing at her indulgently, a smile unconsciously playing on his lips. In this small world hidden by magic, Shen Ying forgot the hustle and bustle of the outside world, immersing herself completely in the exciting competition and enjoying this wonderful and pleasant time.

A female disciple dressed in pink, Su Yao, gracefully leaped onto the arena. Her sleeves fluttered, her figure was exquisite, and she shouted, "Take this!" Instantly, countless delicate flower petals shot out from her sleeves, transforming into extremely sharp blades that flew towards her opponent like a storm.

Shen Ying muttered to herself, "This is the female lead, Su Yao! As expected of the female lead, her moves are truly exquisite."

Su Yao's opponent looked solemn but was not afraid at all. He said loudly, "A mere trick, watch how I break it!" Then he put his hands together, chanted incantations, and a dazzling shield appeared out of thin air, blocking all the petal blades.

At this moment, the audience reacted in various ways. Some stood up excitedly, waving their fists and shouting, "Bravo! Well done!" Others covered their mouths in tension, their eyes wide, their hearts pounding in their throats, muttering to themselves, "Oh no! He's injured!"

An elderly man with white hair stroked his beard and said to the young man beside him, "This girl Su Yao's moves seem flashy, but their power is actually limited. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to win." The young man retorted, "Senior, I don't think so. Maybe she has a backup plan."

Not far away, several children were excitedly discussing, "I think Sister Su Yao can win, she looks so amazing!" "I think the other brother is even more amazing, his shield is so strong!"

One impatient audience member even jumped up and shouted at the stage, "Stop dawdling, hurry up and unleash your ultimate move!" which drew laughter from the people around him.

Su Yao's opponent luckily found a flaw in her moves at a crucial moment and launched a fierce counterattack. Although Su Yao fought back with all her might, she was just a little short and ultimately lost.

However, she was still honorable in her defeat, and her wonderful performance earned her high praise from everyone present.

When the semi-finals ended, Shen Ying finished the fragrant crispy fruit in her hand, and now she held a bottle of mysterious drink that emitted a faint glow. This drink was made by Immortal Lord Qingyu. Shen Ying took a sip and felt that it was cool and sweet, instantly quenching her thirst. At the same time, a surge of abundant spiritual energy flowed through her body, making her feel comfortable and relaxed.

Shen Ying secretly gave the drink a name in her mind—Qingyu Ganlin (Clear Feather Dew). She thought that this name not only included Qingyu Immortal Lord but also reflected the preciousness of the drink, like sweet dew. However, she didn't tell Qingyu Immortal Lord; instead, a somewhat silly and satisfied smile spread across her face.

Finally, the day of the finals arrived. Shen Ying sat next to Qingyu Xianjun, enjoying the snacks he had given her while keeping her eyes glued to the screen showing the male lead, Lin Feng.

On the stage, Lin Feng, dressed in black robes, stood with his arms crossed, looking arrogant. His eyes were sharp as he coldly declared, "I will win this battle!" Another man in white, Yun Xiao, held a long sword, its tip pointing to the ground. His gaze was resolute as he simply replied with two words: "Come and fight!"

At a command, Lin Feng charged out like lightning, his longsword flashing with brilliant strokes, his sword aimed directly at the white-robed man's vitals.

Yun Xiao showed no fear, his figure flashing as he skillfully dodged Lin Feng's attack. At the same time, he swung his longsword, unleashing a burst of sword energy that swept towards Lin Feng. Upon seeing this, Lin Feng roared, his aura suddenly exploding, instantly dispersing the sword energy.

The two exchanged blows, their sword techniques flowing endlessly. Lin Feng's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, each move containing immense power; Yun Xiao's swordsmanship was agile and graceful, using skill to overcome force and deflecting Lin Feng's relentless attacks.

In an instant, swords flashed and sword energy crisscrossed, and the entire arena was enveloped in their fierce battle.

Su Yao, standing in the crowd, clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, her brows furrowed. Her gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng's figure, her face filled with worry and anticipation.

The battle between the two intensified. Lin Feng's swordplay was as swift as the wind, his movements as fast as a ghost, each strike carrying the force of thunder. Yun Xiao, on the other hand, used softness to overcome hardness, employing unorthodox sword techniques to skillfully deflect Lin Feng's powerful attacks.

Suddenly, Lin Feng shouted and unleashed his ultimate technique, "Thunderous Swords," as countless sword lights shot towards Yun Xiao like lightning. Yun Xiao's expression turned solemn as he gripped his sword with both hands and unleashed his full defensive move, "Sword and Shield Protection."

However, Lin Feng's attack was too powerful, and Yun Xiao's defense gradually showed flaws.

At this critical moment, a resolute glint flashed in Yun Xiao's eyes. He decided to go all in, gathering all his spiritual power into his sword and unleashing his ultimate technique, "Heaven-Shattering Sword".

The two powerful sword strikes collided, generating a tremendous impact that caused the entire arena to tremble.

At this moment, the audience below the stage cheered loudly, some shouting "Young Master Lin will win!" and others yelling "Young Master Yun, don't lose!" The atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

In the end, Lin Feng prevailed slightly; his sword broke through Yun Xiao's defenses and struck his shoulder. Yun Xiao staggered and knelt on one knee.

Lin Feng sheathed his sword, reached out to help Yun Xiao up, and said, "Your strength is very strong. If I hadn't made a breakthrough, the outcome would have been uncertain." Yun Xiao shook his head with a wry smile, "You are more skilled than me. I am convinced."

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience, bringing this spectacular final to a close.

The sect competition finally came to a close, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the square of Qingyun Sect.

The victorious disciples beamed with joy and pride, while the defeated sects did not appear too dejected; they discussed their gains and losses in the competition.

That evening, all the sects gathered for a simple victory celebration banquet. The banquet was filled with laughter and toasts, creating a lively atmosphere.

Shen Ying followed Qingyu Immortal Lord through the banquet without lingering and returned directly to Qingyu Peak.

The next morning, some of the smaller sects began packing their bags to leave. After bidding farewell to the Qingyun Sect and other sects, they embarked on their journeys home.

The disciples of these smaller sects hurried along, eager to bring back to their own sects what they had seen and heard during the competition.

Around noon, some medium-sized sects also began to move. Their leaders exchanged a few more pleasantries with the leaders of the Qingyun Sect and other sects, and then led their disciples away in an orderly manner.

Another day passed, and after exchanging views with all parties, the powerful sects finally decided to set off. Their processions were grand and imposing, their banners fluttering, and they gradually disappeared into the distance under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

After the sect competition, the sects gradually dispersed, and Qingyun Sect returned to its former tranquility.