In my cultivation journey, I completely crushed a group of chosen ones.

A few days later, the Aoshi Sword Sect held its grand competition, open to cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage who had available spots.

Each elder has their own quota, and disciples without masters who want to go to the secret realm compete for the sect's five hundred quotas.

Di Qingci also signed up. People like them who don't have a master have to rely on themselves to earn it.

Otherwise, how would the sect allocate so many disciples? Therefore, disciples who want to advance further are all fighting with all their might.

The treatment within the Aoshi Sword Sect is relatively good; any treasures obtained in the secret realm belong to the individual.

When Di Qingci arrived at the arena, the densely packed crowd of people was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

With so many people vying for only 500 spots, the competition must be fierce.

Pei Jinshu arrived surrounded by a crowd, treated like royalty.

When Pei Jinshu saw Di Qingci, a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

Many of the people who follow her do so because she is the legitimate daughter of the Pei family and has no shortage of resources.

The astute person noticed Pei Jinshu's gaze, followed the direction to Di Qingci, and instantly had an idea.

An elder arrived, stepping through the air: "Today is a competition for disciples below the Foundation Establishment stage. The top 500 will be able to enter the secret realm."

The final five hundred remaining on the stage have advanced; the competition now begins.

The crowd surged forward, all rushing toward the platform like a tidal wave.

Di Qingci leaped over everyone's heads and instantly stood in the center of the arena.

She knew that with so many people, being on the edge was the most dangerous place.

Many people saw Di Qingci's actions and imitated him, instantly passing over other people's heads.

Those on the periphery were immediately knocked down as soon as they went up.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, sword techniques emerged one after another. The crowd exchanged blows, their swords flashing in a dazzling display.

Every sword cultivator gave it their all, fighting for a spot.

The battle intensified, with everyone exchanging blows and refusing to give way.

Dust billowed and smoke filled the air on the Lei Arena, leaving it in a complete mess.

As time went on, some of the weaker sword cultivators gradually withdrew from the battle.

The remaining powerful individuals are still engaged in fierce combat.

Several figures approached Di Qingci.

Once Di Qingci stepped onto the arena, he kept his eyes and ears open and knew that two of these people were from Pei Jinshu's side.

A swordsman dressed in a green robe was the first to make a move. He moved like lightning and his sword was like a swimming dragon. In an instant, he was in front of Di Qingci.

Phantom Sword Flash!

Several sword energies attacked.

Di Qingci's body was misaligned.

Breaking Through the Void with Sword Shadow!

The sword instantly split into countless illusory sword shadows, which seemed to come from the void.

The man in blue felt a chill rush towards him, making his very senses tremble.

His expression changed drastically, and he quickly shrunk away, a sharp sound escaping his back.

A deep bloodstain was left on the man's back.

The man disregarded everything and quickly dodged away, his face deathly pale. He felt as if he had just smelled the scent of death.

Pei Jinshu glanced at him, then quickly looked away, thinking that this person was nothing special.

Then three men approached Di Qingci.

The three attacked simultaneously, unleashing several sword energies from different directions.

Di Qingci's expression was cold and aloof as he leaped into the air.

The Spirit Gate Sword dances!

The Asura Sword shone brightly, instantly splitting countless sword energies into three, delivering three strikes with a single sword.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"

The sword's edge struck the three men's faces, instantly splattering blood everywhere.

"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!"

The three men were sent flying, crashing onto the ring and coughing up blood.

"Pfft, haha, I just couldn't hold back anymore."

"Hahaha, brother, this is hilarious. You tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead. The three of you actually got beaten up instead of the other way around, and your faces are all swollen from being slapped."

The elders watching from a distance also laughed. This young disciple, though not very old, was quite strong in combat.

From a distance, Zhang Daqiang glared at the lackey and said, "Look at what you've done, you've made a disgrace." Then he turned and left.

Pei Jinshu was speechless. None of these useless people could share his burdens.

A man, biting a small handkerchief, said, "I'll be back. You just wait."

Di Qingci raised an eyebrow: "You're really like an old sow stuck in a fence - you're stuck in a dilemma but you still insist on doing it. You're obviously no good at anything, but you're pretending to be pretty good."

"Haha, Junior Sister is right. He doesn't look like he can fight. He's so effeminate, he doesn't look like a good fighter at all."

"Don't they care about their reputation? Keep your voices down, look how green their face is."

The elder coughed lightly, suppressing a laugh: "Stop. The five hundred people on the stage have obtained the spots in the secret realm. They will meet in the square in three days. No exceptions will be made after that time."

Pei Jinshu didn't lift a finger this time, and was protected by guards in the middle.

When I left, I was surrounded by many people.

No one has ever allowed themselves to suffer losses repeatedly. Once they reach the secret realm, they will have their family members remove this stumbling block.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye. Many people have gone to the secret realm, especially those disciples who have been accepted as apprentices, as they do not need to work hard to succeed.

That's how the world is; you might not get what you want even if you work hard, but you won't even have a chance if you don't work hard.

This time, ten elders led the team, and three cloud boats sailed into the secret realm.

The sect's disciples stood on the deck of the cloud boat, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

Along the way, the disciples chatted excitedly in twos and threes.

Di Qingci casually found a quiet spot to sit down.

We finally reached the exit of the secret realm, where the signs of various sects were placed.

An elder from the Aoshi Sword Sect shouted, "We've arrived. Everyone, get out of here. Remember, the sect forbids infighting. You must unite as one when you're outside."

Everyone responded, but only they knew what they were really thinking.

The surrounding area was filled with disciples from major sects and scions of aristocratic families from the Lingxiao Continent; the entire mountain was packed with people.

People even live in the air, which shows how many people there are.

As time went by, an ancient and powerful force seemed to permeate the air.

Suddenly, a slight tremor came from the ground, and everyone's heart skipped a beat.

The light at the entrance to the secret realm grew even brighter, twinkling like glittering stars.

The elders immediately shouted, "Back off!"