Victory

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu relentlessly hammered the handle of the spiritual sword with a narrow, sturdy brick, gradually embedding the sword inch by inch into the platform, with almost half of the blade submerged.

Chen Nianyun felt despair. He had only reached the third level of Qi Condensation, and his spiritual power was already insufficient. With the spiritual sword firmly lodged in the platform, he lacked the ability to retract it. He could only watch helplessly as the sword wavered.

On the elevated platform, Fang Wuxiu's expression grew increasingly dark, his anger evident on his aged face.

Having completed her actions, Lin Xiaolu casually put her hand in her pocket and tossed a brick while wearing a friendly smile at Chen Nianyun. She asked, "Tell me, do you want to die or do you not want to live?"

The frustrated young man's face revealed a hint of bitterness. After several attempts, he completely gave up on retrieving the spiritual sword and stared at Lin Xiaolu with a mix of shock and anger.

Losing the spiritual sword didn't mean he had surrendered. Instead, he shouted, "Frost Arrow!"

"Arrow? I'll arrow your grandpa!" Lin Xiaolu excitedly picked up a brick and charged forward, roaring with the intention of using her own methods to convince him.

"Whoosh!"

The icy cone-shaped arrow flew as Chen Nianyun waved his hand, but Lin Xiaolu swiftly sidestepped and leaped into the air, brandishing the brick. With a loud thud, she struck the half-rounded golden shield in front of him.

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback as she looked at Chen Nianyun, who was hiding behind the shield, holding a bowl in his hands. She remarked in surprise, "You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve."

On the elevated platform, the elders glanced at Fang Wuxiu in astonishment.

"Fang Junior Brother, is Nianyun using the Vajra Alms Bowl?" one of the elders asked.

Fang Wuxiu maintained a stern expression and didn't respond.

The other elders didn't say much either. Chen Nianyun had already resorted to using the treasure bestowed upon him by his master, so there was nothing more to be said.

The outcome was clear: who would win and who would lose.

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu furiously pounded on Chen Nianyun's golden shield with the brick, making a clanging sound. All the while, she recited a chant:

"Confucius said: When fighting with bricks, don't go wild, target the face, strike hard, use the left hand, then the right hand, how can it be done alone? With friends together, once more, let's go all out..."

This scene caused the elders on the elevated platform to twitch their eyelids.

"Hahaha, this little guy is truly amusing." Ye Qingluan sat on the throne, laughing so hard that she had to clutch her stomach, her embroidered shoes kicking in merriment.

After a while of continuous pounding, Chen Nianyun's golden shield remained motionless.

Upon seeing this, Fang Wuxiu cleared his throat and turned to Ye Qingluan, asking, "Master, Lin Xiaolu can't break through Nianyun's Vajra Alms Bowl, and Nianyun is currently unable to defeat her. What do you think about declaring a draw between the two?"

"Fang Wuxiu, don't you have any shame?" Zhang Mobai, the embodiment of the Sun God, promptly interrupted him, disdainfully rebuking, "Competitions should be based on fairness and justice. Your disciple has already used the treasure you bestowed upon him, and you have the audacity to suggest a draw to the master? Are you so sore about losing?"

Fang Wuxiu's face turned ugly upon hearing the words, and he looked directly at Zhang Mobai, saying, "Junior Sister Zhang, please choose your words carefully."

"What's the matter, Fang Wuxiu? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Zhang Mobai, with her white hair, showed a threatening posture and cursed, "Do you think we cultivators are ashamed of losing to martial artists? Let me tell you! I think it's even more embarrassing to refuse to admit defeat!"

Fang Wuxiu's chest heaved with anger, and his withered fists creaked as he clenched them, but he couldn't find a retort. Just as he was about to lose control and take action, a young voice came from below the platform:

"Master, if I knock this guy off the stage, does that count as my victory?" Lin Xiaolu shouted towards Ye Qingluan.

Ye Qingluan supported her snow-white chin and smiled as she looked at the little one speaking up, saying, "Yes."

Lin Xiaolu nodded in response, uttered a long "Oh~" sound, and then turned her attention back to the fight.

Zhao Xuanyi sneered disdainfully, "Does this kid also plan to push Chen Nianyun off the Jade Platform? Does he really think he's invincible after practicing martial arts for a year? It's ridiculous."

Qi Guanyun, an elder from the Tongyao lineage, glanced at Zhao Xuanyi and kindly advised, "Junior Brother Zhao, I think you've been humiliated enough today. There's no need to add more to it~"

Zhao Xuanyi's face turned black upon hearing this, and he snorted without saying another word.

On the White Jade Platform, Lin Xiaolu took a deep breath, then gracefully moved her body, slowly twisting each joint until she assumed a stance ready to strike.

"Level Eight - Iron Mountain Charge!"

With a roar, the boy stomped the ground forcefully, his side muscles behind him acting like an iron hammer as they fiercely struck the golden barrier.

"Boom!"

The golden barrier uncontrollably trembled violently, and Chen Nianyun inside felt a strong impact, causing the entire barrier to move back a few inches.

Once again, this scene astonished everyone, and Fang Wuxiu, the elder of the Lingjian sect, was so wide-eyed that his eyeballs almost popped out!

"Go, Xiaolu! Go, Xiaolu!" Dongfang Dan, Tang Hanqing, Liu Shuai, and many other children leaned against the edge of the platform, waving their fists and shouting.

"Ha!" Lin Xiaolu continued her relentless assault, ramming into the barrier with her Iron Mountain Charge. The tremendous impact resonated like the deep and powerful tolling of a morning bell, and the semi-circular metal barrier moved back once again!

"Stand up, brothers of the Serve People with Virtue Gang, let's form a formation together." Dongfang Dan shouted to the children, "I'll count to three, and everyone shout the slogan with me. Ready?"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Go!"

"Supreme of Emei! Serving People with Virtue! Boundless Divine Power! Infinite Magic!"

From the audience, the children shouted in unison, and Lin Xiaolu once again slammed Chen Nianyun's barrier with her Iron Mountain Charge.

"Boom!"

"Supreme of Emei! Serving People with Virtue! Boundless Divine Power! Infinite Magic!"

"Boom!"

"Supreme of Emei! Serving People with Virtue! Boundless Divine Power! Infinite Magic!"

"Boom!"

The children's shouts grew more and more enthusiastic, while inside the enclosure, Chen Nianyun's face was filled with despair as he had been knocked against the edge of the platform...

Lin Xiaolu exhaled a breath of impurity, her figure displayed, and then she twisted her hips once again for a collision!

"Boom!"

The enclosure moved once more, with almost half of it shifting away from the edge of the platform.

Chen Nianyun's entire being turned ashen, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

He had finally been defeated; half a year of confinement awaited him, and he still couldn't surpass this guy...

Lin Xiaolu shouted loudly, "Iron—Mountain—Lean!"

"Boom!"

Chen Nianyun was completely knocked out of the platform and fell to the ground.

The children immediately erupted into fervent cheers, shouting one after another, "Supreme of Emei! Persuading with virtue! Profound magical abilities! Boundless mana!"

Lin Xiaolu, full of spirit, stood proudly on the entire Hanbaiyu platform with her hands on her hips, tossing her hair and emitting a snorting pig-like laughter.

Li Yaoxi, in the audience, looked at the arrogant Lin Xiaolu and pursed his lips. "Junior sister, look at his despicable appearance. He really deserves a beating."

Li Miaoxin ignored him and clapped her hands with delight.

After laughing for a while, Lin Xiaolu looked at Ye Qingluan, who was eating grapes on the high platform, and proudly declared, "Master, I have defeated all my peers. Can I continue as an inner disciple now?"

Ye Qingluan smiled and glanced at the several elders before saying, "Elders, what are your thoughts?"

Zhao Xuanyi remained silent with a cold face. He had been slapped in the face too many times today and no longer wanted to speak.

The other elders also didn't say much. Most of them had been slapped in the face and expressed their unwillingness to speak.

It was Zhang Mobai who took the initiative to speak with a smile, "As cultivators, we should uphold our promises. Lin Xiaolu has defeated all the peers at the same stage, which is indeed remarkable. Continuing as an inner disciple is well-deserved for him!"