Hearing this, Meng Wanyue secretly clenched her fists. In front of so many people, even if she had to die, she would not let Xu Mu lose face.
Beside them, Xu Ningbing gently tugged at the corner of Xu Mu's clothes. "Little Mu, I can fight too."
"There's no need. Having Wanyue do it is more than enough to handle them."
Xu Mu still didn't want Xu Ningbing to get hurt; after all, there were still matches later.
She rarely engaged in actual combat, even though she frequently sparred with Meng Wanyue, Dai Xingluo, and Tong Guoguo.
But since they were on the same side, they would all subconsciously hold back.
Everything would have to wait until the tournament to truly test her current level.
As for Meng Wanyue, Xu Mu was relatively at ease. She was originally an assassin and had experienced a great deal of real combat.
Coupled with the cultivation technique he had given her, as well as the enhancement from the Myriad Spirit Coriander.
As long as she didn't encounter someone with an overpowered destiny level like a typical male protagonist, she could generally fight above her own level with ease.
The surrounding onlookers, hearing this, all began to discuss fervently among themselves.
"That young woman who fought Zhao Kun earlier was at the Grandmaster realm. I didn't expect this young woman to be another Grandmaster."
"It seems this sect is extraordinary. Even my grandfather, the head of our family, is only at the Grandmaster realm. Hidden families and sects really are on entirely different levels."
...
Listening to the conversations around her, Ning Mei's expression didn't change in the slightest.
Hidden families and sects were indeed not on the same level, but the same applied between different sects.
"Song Chengyi, step forward!"
Ning Mei called out to a burly man in the crowd.
Upon hearing her voice, a man with choppy hair, wearing gray casual pants and a gray tank top, walked out from the group.
Compared to the others, his build wasn't overly massive; his muscle lines were distinct but not bulky.
"Second Senior Sister, to deal with this woman, there's no need for Senior Brother Song at all. My Late Divine Ability stage is enough to finish her!"
Another bald man stepped forward and said.
"I am doing this for absolute fairness."
Ning Mei definitely had to be careful this time. If they lost again in a real fight...
Where would the Strength Faction put its face?
Ning Mei looked at Xu Mu and said, "Our Strength Faction's Song Chengyi is at the peak of the Early Grandmaster stage. Is this realm acceptable to you?"
"Of course. Let's begin then."
Xu Mu nodded.
"Let's go. We'll find an empty arena."
Ning Mei immediately turned around. During this time, she deliberately had the disciples beside her go out and spread the word.
Her goal was to broadcast their upcoming victory.
Before long, the group arrived at an array arena at the foot of the mountain.
Xu Mu and the others all entered the building.
Upon stepping inside, the surroundings transformed into the same grassy field as before.
Seeing this, Xu Mu nodded inwardly. The utility of arrays was indeed immense.
Establishing an array arena internally not only saved space but also prevented the shockwaves from battles from affecting the rest of the sect.
Meanwhile, many people, upon hearing that Grandmaster-level experts were fighting here, flocked over to watch.
The Grandmaster realm had already entered the category of true experts.
Even within major sects, this remained true.
The members of the Strength Faction were still clamoring in the distance.
"Senior Brother Song, win it cleanly! I have a kind heart and can't bear to see women get hurt!"
"Hahaha! Senior Brother Song is probably still confused right now. Why did they match him with a woman?"
...
Song Chengyi also shrugged. He looked at Meng Wanyue, his tone brimming with confidence. "Don't worry, beauty, it'll only hurt for a second. It'll be over before you know it."
It wasn't just the people from the Strength Faction; the other spectators also favored Song Chengyi to win.
After all, he was a disciple taught by a top-tier sect. Whether it was cultivation techniques or resources, ordinary sects simply couldn't compare.
Hearing the chatter around him, Xu Mu suddenly smiled and said, "Everyone, I notice that you all seem to think the disciple from the Strength Faction will win."
"That just shows everyone has sharp eyes."
Ning Mei crossed her arms and gave a faint smile.
"Since everyone thinks so highly of the people from the Strength Faction, let's play a little game with spirit stones."
As Xu Mu spoke, he took out a pile of spirit stones from his spatial ring and arranged them neatly on the ground. "Here are one hundred kilograms of spirit stones, which is two hundred jin. Since you all believe the Strength Faction will win, then bring out your spirit stones and place a bet with me."
Hearing this, the surrounding crowd completely fell silent.
Most of them were just here to watch the show, and besides, the majority of them didn't have that many spirit stones on hand.
"No one dares to bet? Then shut up. Anyone can just talk."
Xu Mu was full of disdain.
"Interesting! I'll bet with you!"
Ning Mei took out two hundred jin of spirit stones from her spatial ring and placed them on the ground.
"Good! Who else dares to bet? However many spirit stones you put up, I'll match it. If you don't dare, then shut up and watch the fight."
Xu Mu continued to mock the crowd.
Logically speaking, there were many disciples from major sects around, so they should have some savings on hand.
"Kid! Since you're so arrogant, I'll put my money where my mouth is. I bet one hundred jin of spirit stones!"
A man in black martial attire took out spirit stones from his spatial ring.
"Alright, I'll match your hundred jin."
Xu Mu took out more spirit stones and piled them up.
Seeing this, many people around couldn't hold back anymore.
"I bet one jin of spirit stones."
"I bet ten jin!"
...
Although each person didn't bet much, the sheer number of people made up for it. In the end, they managed to pool together five hundred jin of spirit stones.
Even a mosquito's leg is meat; it would be a waste not to take it.
"Alright, stop wasting time. Let's begin."
Ning Mei urged.
Xu Mu nodded, looked at Meng Wanyue in the distance, and said, "Be careful."
"Got it!"
Meng Wanyue tightly gripped the dagger in her hand. Truth be told, this was her first time facing a disciple from a top-tier sect.
Swish!
She suddenly leaned forward and lunged toward Song Chengyi.
Seeing this, Song Chengyi let out a cold sneer, "Tyrant Body Art!"
Boom!
A faint, earthy-yellow glow appeared around his body.
This glow covered every part of him, forming a transparent, earthy-yellow barrier.
Watching the incoming Meng Wanyue and the dagger in her hand,
Song Chengyi clenched his fist and threw a punch.
As a top-tier assassin, Meng Wanyue saw that her opponent actually dared to meet her weapon bare-handed.
She quickly adjusted her stance, changing her initial slash into a thrust directly aimed at Song Chengyi's fist.
Bang!
The two forces collided instantly.
Song Chengyi's fist smashed forcefully against the tip of Meng Wanyue's dagger.
Meng Wanyue felt the sheer physical toughness of her opponent's fist. The dagger in her hand had clearly pierced through his Qi energy.
Yet, upon making contact with his skin, it couldn't penetrate at all.
Whoosh!
Song Chengyi swiftly swung his other fist, aiming straight for Meng Wanyue's face.
Meng Wanyue immediately met it with an elbow strike.
Boom!
The Qi released by both sides clashed once more. Song Chengyi remained completely unmoving, save for his feet sinking deep into the ground.
As for Meng Wanyue, her body was sent flying backward by the sheer force.
Seeing this, the surrounding crowd was entirely certain that the winner this time would definitely be Song Chengyi.
"I don't have any spirit stones. Can I bet natural treasures instead?"
A young man couldn't help but ask.
"In principle, no. But if your items are high-grade goods of the sixth tier or above, I will reluctantly allow it."
Xu Mu looked at the young man in the distance. Since the guy was offering him a treasure for free, how could he possibly refuse?

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”

+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!