Facing the ridicule and sarcasm from everyone, Li Mingru didn't say anything and just drank by himself.
After the group of elders said their piece, the helpless Ye Qingluan finally came down from her throne, looked at the teenager below, and said softly with her red lips, "According to Emei's rules, Inner Sect disciple Lin Xiaolu, due to insufficient natural beauty, is hereby stripped of her Inner Sect disciple status and demoted to an Outer Sect disciple."
Having said that, she sat back down and started nibbling on a pear.
The other elders were also no longer looking at the boy below, chatting and laughing as they prepared to leave.
"Junior brother, you can get off the stage now," the presiding senior brother said to the lonely Lin Xiaolu.
He also felt it was quite a pity. Generally speaking, very few people would fail the Qi Condensation first layer test, since all the elders had carefully selected Inner Sect disciples. Lin Xiaolu was probably the first to fail in years.
At this moment, he was about to ask the child to leave the stage.
"I don't accept this!" A tender voice suddenly rang out, stunning everyone present.
The elders who were about to leave also stopped their movements, their gazes falling back onto the child below.
Li Mingru drank his wine silently without saying a word.
At this moment, Fang Wuxiu looked at the child expressionlessly and said, "You were unable to reach the Qi Condensation first layer. According to the rules, this should be the outcome. What grounds do you have to not accept it?"
Below the stage, all the children watched Lin Xiaolu quietly.
Lin Xiaolu stood up straight, his young face flushed red, and angrily shouted at the people above, "On the grounds that I can beat everyone else at the same level as me!"
These words made everyone freeze in astonishment.
The eight-year-old Lin Xiaolu's young face was full of anger. He had heard the elders' mocking words just now loud and clear. The way they called him useless so matter-of-factly irritated him long ago, and now he just blurted it all out. Pointing at the elders on the stage, he continued shouting, "You think cultivators are so amazing? Then have those at the same cultivation level as me fight me! Let's see who's useless!"
On the high platform, the elders' expressions changed. They were baffled that a mortal would dare be so arrogant.
Ye Qingluan, sitting in her chair nibbling on a pear, brightened her beautiful eyes and exclaimed, "What an interesting child, a martial artist actually wants to fight cultivators."
Li Mingru also put down his gourd and looked at the elders with a laugh. "Elders, my little disciple is stubborn by nature. He doesn't accept this. What do you think?"
"Humph!" Zhao Xuanyi snorted coldly, "Not accepting it? Fine! Let's arrange for some junior disciples to let this brat know his place."
The other elders didn't object either. The child was only eight. There was no way he could beat cultivators of the same age. Even Fang Wuxiu thought so.
"Alright, let's make him accept it sincerely!"
He looked at the boy below with a faint smile. "Who do you want to fight?"
Lin Xiaolu looked up at him, then turned to look at the fifty some children below. Then he shifted his gaze back to the high platform.
"Everyone except my sister!"
The tender voice rang out in the Green Phoenix Hall, stunning the entire arena!
Even Li Mingru was shocked!
He had originally wanted Xiaolu to defeat the other children one by one. He didn't expect this brat to be so arrogant as to want to fight fifty by himself!
At this moment, both above and below the stage were astonished.
The host had even frozen stiffly in place.
Li Miaoxin was so shocked she almost stood up.
Was this kid crazy!
On the high platform, the elders sucked in a breath of cold air. A martial artist fighting fifty cultivators—who gave him the guts!
Ye Qingluan looked at the boy, her beautiful eyes shining as she exclaimed at how interesting he was.
After the shock wore off, Zhao Xuanyi glanced at Li Mingru and sneered coldly, "As expected of Elder Brother Mingru's disciple. So arrogant!"
"Just an ignorant brat who doesn't know the height of the heavens or depth of the earth," an elder said while stroking his beard disdainfully. "This old man dares to guarantee that the child will be crippled with one look!"
"Children ah, I can understand his unwillingness in his heart," Elder Talismans Wu Ming said with a smile. "Since he wants to challenge all the children in the academy, let's give him this opportunity. No harm done."
"Heh heh, being defeated by fifty cultivators but still having face to show himself—that's already not bad."
The elders made remarks one after another, not taking this little brat's stubbornness to heart at all.
But Ye Qingluan was getting impatient. She urged, "This child wants to challenge them. Hurry and let the disciples on stage!"
Hearing this, Fang Wuxiu smiled. "Yes, Madam."
He walked to the edge of the high platform and looked down at the fifty some children with his murky eyes. Indifferently, he ordered, "Disciples listen. Other than Lin Xiaoyu, everyone else come on stage to exchange pointers with Lin Xiaolu. Do not intentionally hide your skills. You must go all out until it's settled."
Below the stage, upon hearing the order, the children got up one by one and climbed onto the white jade platform. This scene made Li Miaoxin anxiously want to combust.
This silly junior brother of hers, although his martial arts were quite good, how could he alone fight fifty cultivator children?
Most of these kids had already learned some mystic arts. How could he possibly beat them!
Dongfang Dan, Tang Hanqing, and a few other children closer to Lin Xiaolu stood in the crowd with bitter faces, also not knowing what to do.
The elder had said to go all out. If they secretly held back, would the elders notice?
Yu Chuchu stood at the very front of the crowd, looking at the excited and fierce look on the boy's face before her.
Having reached the Qi Condensation second layer, she could no longer hold herself back from getting revenge right now. She would knock this guy flat with one look!
Behind the fifty some children, Chen Nianyun stood silently.
Already eleven, his gaze was tranquil as he pondered something.
On the high platform, the elders couldn't help but click their tongues in wonder looking at the one versus fifty scene below.
"Let's be fair, the child is only eight this year, yet he can still remain undaunted facing fifty cultivator children. His persevering spirit as a martial artist is truly not bad."
"That's right. And over half of these fifty children are older than him by a few years. Such valiant spirit is really not common."
"Spirit? What use does spirit have!" Zhao Xuanyi sneered coldly, "Among mortals, which seasoned martial artist doesn't have an unfearing stubborn disposition, which doesn't have an unbending backbone? But what use does it have? They are still useless trash! This old man can kill a whole swath of martial arts grandmasters with a wave of my hand!"
Having said that, he looked at Fang Wuxiu next to him fawningly, "Elder Fang, am I not right?"
Dressed in black robes, Fang Wuxiu didn't respond. He stood at the edge of the high platform, expressionlessly looking at the lonely figure below as he gave his own evaluation:
"Mortal flesh, how dare you straight-on look at us cultivators' transformations!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
iving with nine beautiful women. [Ding! Welcome back to the Joyous Sect, Host…] Lin Yu: ??? I’m clearly in a shared rental, but you’re saying I’m in the Joyous Sect? Watering plants is now [Tending to Spiritual Flora]? Cooking becomes [Researching Elixirs]? Making the bed turns into [Setting Up Formations]? A gentle and innocent auntie, twin classmates, a mysterious hacker girl on leave, a severely socially anxious artist, an elementary school Chinese teacher, a community hospital nurse, a pet shop owner, an antique clock restorer… This system… is kinda interesting.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
