Tian Wenjin stopped her sword technique just in time before Xiao Bufan was tormented by the merciless sword intent-infused sword aura. She then coldly sheathed her sword and waited for the judge to announce the result of the assessment.
Xiao Bufan looked at Tian Wenjin, this girl who had comprehended the merciless sword intent, was worried that he would get hurt and was willing to take the risk of stopping her sword technique prematurely... This girl was not truly merciless.
"Thank you for being lenient, senior sister." He saluted Tian Wenjin.
Tian Wenjin glanced coldly at him without speaking.
Xiao Bufan politely looked at Tian Wenjin, smiled, and did not make a fool of himself anymore.
After the judge announced the result, Xiao Bufan was eliminated and stopped at the top 32, while Tian Wenjin advanced to the next round of assessment, reaching the top 16 positions, and her ranking number changed from 15 to 1.
Tian Wenjin turned around and walked down the Debate Platform, heading towards the Qin Ran family of four.
"Wenjin, congratulations!" Before she even got close, she could already hear Li Shiyin's laughter, "You've also comprehended sword aura!"
Just now, in that moment, Tian Wenjin had comprehended sword aura and became the third disciple of the Dao Sword Sect who had comprehended both sword intent and sword aura at the same time.
Tian Wenjin looked ahead and saw Li Shiyin still standing next to Qin Ran. She nodded in acknowledgement without speaking.
"What did you name your sword aura?" Li Shiyin asked her.
"Perhaps Divine Skies Sword Aura," Tian Wenjin answered in a low voice.
"Huh? Isn't your sword aura thunder and lightning?" Li Shiyin asked in puzzlement.
Tian Wenjin was about to explain when she suddenly sensed someone following behind her. She looked back and saw that it was Xiao Bufan.
Xiao Bufan walked over, first nodded and greeted Tian Wenjin with a smile, then saluted Qin Ran and Li Shiyin with clasped fists.
"Greetings to Uncle Qin, Senior Sister Li."
"Senior Sister Li?" Li Shiyin found it amusing and looked at Qin Ran with a smile. Master, he called me senior sister!
Qin Ran paid no attention to Li Shiyin's smiling eyes and nodded at Xiao Bufan, saying, "You did very well."
Someone like Xiao Bufan, bold, meticulous, tenacious, forbearing, self-motivated, could go very far on the path of cultivation.
"Compared to the two senior sisters, I still have a long way to go," Xiao Bufan said.
The precocious little dragon Qi Qi crossed her arms with the air of an old man, sizing up Xiao Bufan. With her intelligence and wisdom, she naturally saw through Xiao Bufan's intentions at a glance... This guy is interested in Tian Wenjin.
Beaten up by Tian Wenjin, then developed feelings of admiration and became a masochist.
"You have lost the qualification to knock at the sect's entrance, aren't you upset at all?" She asked Xiao Bufan coldly.
"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Bufan realized that this mature, scheming little loli was talking to him. He lowered his head to look at her, then smiled and said, "So many talented and powerful Inner Sect seniors have also lost their qualification, what does it matter if I lose mine?
"Like Senior Sister Li who has eliminated many in the past two days, including Yan Tianxing who is one of the ten great pride of heaven, and Lone Seeking Snow who is comparable to the ten great pride of heaven. Even the ten great pride of heaven don't have the qualification to knock at the sect's entrance..."
He shook his head, "Not to mention, the bloody battle that is like hell will take place tomorrow. Among the top 16, which one is not a world-shocking genius with great fame within the sect? And of these sixteen people, it is destined that six will be unable to participate in knocking at the sect's entrance. Those six people... If I feel upset, how should those six people feel?
"I, an outer disciple, have made it to the top 16, I'm already very satisfied. To lose under Senior Sister Tian's hand is even more of a blessing in my three lifetimes."
The sinister little loli looked at Tian Wenjin, signaling with her eyes: "Your new fanboy is quite interesting."
Tian Wenjin just glanced coldly at her.
"You do have an insightful perspective and a magnanimous mindset." Qin Ran laughed.
Tian Wenjin's ranking number was already 15 in this round, which was the last match of this round.
...As for the one with ranking number 16, that was the lucky one who had a bye in this round.
So who was this lucky one?
Dong Zhongyuan.
Today's assessment was over, and after chatting with them for a short while, there were not many people left on the Debate Platform. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Xiao Bufan, Qin Ran also led her three daughters and one cat towards Dan Peak.
Xiao Bufan stood in the empty Questioning Dao Plaza, watching the backs of Tian Wenjin and the others leaving, feeling very complicated.
The First Seat, direct disciples, Inner Sect disciples, ten great pride of heaven, these were all existences he once looked up to...and could not even look up to before. But now he could talk face to face with them. He even had the chance to get acquainted with a beauty.
"Strength... Strength!" He sighed to himself, "It really comes down to strength in the end. If I had the same strength as Lu Junxing, perhaps Tian Wenjin would also welcome me with a smile..."
Dan Peak, Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake. The three girls sat around the stone table, discussing tomorrow's assessment; Chasing Wind crouched between the long embankment in the middle of the lake and the Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake, acting as the gatekeeper.
"Wenjin, your opponent tomorrow is Yue Yiqun, a Main Peak disciple who cultivates the Purple Dawn Divine Skill. This skill is known for its thick, durable, extremely powerful might; its weakness is its slow start-up. His martial art determines his fighting style, so you have a slight advantage over him."
Little dragon Qi Qi went over the forms with Tian Wenjin in detail, analyzing her opponent for tomorrow. Finally, she asked, "Can you handle it? Do you want me to add something to his meal tonight?"
Tian Wenjin shook her head and said, "I have no enmity with this senior brother, it's just a normal assessment, there's no need to go that far. Besides, now that I have comprehended sword aura, I may not necessarily lose to him."
"Alright..." Qi Qi nodded disappointedly.
She took out another piece of paper and looked at Li Shiyin, saying, "Shiyin, your opponent tomorrow is Ye Qingxuan, a Qi Peak disciple who cultivates the Illusory Cloud Fog Killer. ...Forget it, never mind what she cultivates. She probably won't even make it to the platform tomorrow."
"Qi Qi... what are you going to do? Isn't that going too far?" Li Shiyin was hesitant and asked, "Wouldn't that be a little inappropriate?"
"Aiya, what's inappropriate about it? The Qi Peak people..." Qi Qi shook her head and shouted outside, "Stupid Tiger, come here!"
Chasing Wind then crawled over and stuck his head into the Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake, resembling a long white worm... Surely living up to being called Big Worm.
Qi Qi took out some pills from her Universe Bag, crushed them into powder, wrapped them in paper, and handed them to Chasing Wind, instructing: "Use a gentle breeze to deliver a little at a time into her residence cave. And let your little tigers stay further away, don't get caught."
As she spoke, she took out some formation plates from her Universe Bag and handed them to Chasing Wind, "I can't even bother to scold you. You've studied formations for so many years, yet you still need formation plates to set up formations."
Chasing Wind mumbled incoherently in self-defense: "Some formations do require formation plates... Daddy sometimes also needs formation plates to set up formations..."
"These are illusion and maze formations. Combine them and set them up at the entrance of Ye Qingxuan's residence cave tonight."
"Ye Qingxuan will definitely feel muddled after being poisoned tonight, and will hallucinate. When she wakes up tomorrow morning and steps into the formations... She has a 90% chance of not making it to the Debate Platform, and so Shiyin wins without fighting."
As Qi Qi talked about her plans, she still felt uneasy and asked doubtfully, "Do you know how to combine formations?"
"I know... I guess I know..." Chasing Wind was very unsure of himself. Mediocre students are like this, "Combining formations is not that hard."
Qi Qi was so angry she clenched her fists wanting to hit Chasing Wind: "If anything goes wrong, I'll poison you to death!"
"Qi Qi?" Li Shiyin called Qi Qi again.
"Oh, what's wrong with you?" Qi Qi glared at her, "I didn't even set up any killing, poison, or soul-destroying formations!"
Li Shiyin thought carefully, it seemed so. Not only did Qi Qi not set up any dangerous formations, the poison pills she used were also refined by herself, not Qin Ran's pills. Thinking of this, she heaved a sigh of relief.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
