If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The competition venue was sweltering.

Mo Chengyue silently kept track of his forty-ninth place.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, the kind of relief that only a corporate slave feels at 5:59 pm on a Friday.

Has the KPI given by the female demon, Second Senior Sister Qin Wanzhuang, been achieved?

Now that the mission is accomplished, all that's left is to lose the next match "dignifiedly," projecting a tragic sense of "I really wanted to win, but I really did my best."

Then you can legitimately leave the stage and go back to your cave to relax and enjoy the show.

"Please don't run into any tough opponents. It would be best if it were someone who looks really fierce, then I'd just slide to my knees." Mo Chengyue prayed silently in his heart.

"Next match: Mo Chengyue of Qingquan Peak versus... Su Qingying of Biyun Peak!"

As soon as the referee elder finished speaking, the once noisy square fell silent for a second, followed by cheers ten times louder than before.

"Goddess Su! Goddess Su!"

"When the goddess goes to war, not a blade of grass will survive!"

"That brat Mo Chengyue is dead meat! How dare he run into our pure and innocent Senior Sister Su!"

Mo Chengyue's lips twitched violently.

He looked up at the opposite side of the ring.

There stood a woman dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, with an exquisitely beautiful face, yet as cold as a block of ice that had never melted.

She held a long, emerald-green sword in her arms, her eyes revealing a sense of disgust and indifference towards all things in the world.

Su Qingying.

The pride of Biyun Peak is also one of the people Mo Chengyue most wants to avoid in this world.

Not long ago, in an "accident" at Wanqi Mountain, in order to resolve certain uncontrollable "medicinal effects".

Mo Chengyue had no choice but to disguise himself and use the "Yin Yang De He Jing" to "unblock" the meridians of this senior sister.

Although it was a matter of saving a life, and although he remained masked and anonymous throughout the entire process...

But judging from Su Qingying's expression now, as if she wanted to slice all the men in the world into sashimi, you can tell that she is still searching the world for the "mysterious lecher" who stole her innocence.

"What a small world..."

Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively squeezed his legs together.

This play is going to be difficult to perform.

They can't win—if they do, they'll have to keep fighting, which would easily expose their strength.

We can't afford to lose too convincingly—Su Qingying is a master in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

If he were instantly killed, Qin Wanzhuang would definitely think he was acting and would send him to the Ten Thousand Snake Cave for further training.

Furthermore, she couldn't use any moves that reflected her personal style—if she recognized that familiar "rhythm," she would probably be torn to shreds on the spot by these thousands of bodyguards.

"call……"

Mo Chengyue took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, and instantly switched to the "honest and kind, as if facing a formidable enemy" mode.

He drew the unremarkable fine iron longsword, its tip trembling slightly, as if intimidated by the other party's aura.

"Mo Chengyue of Qingquan Peak, please... please enlighten me, Senior Sister Su."

Su Qingying gave him a cold glance.

In her eyes, the man in front of her was plain-looking, had an unsteady aura, and his sword-wielding gesture, though standard, was slightly stiff. He was nothing more than a mediocre scholar who only knew how to study.

This kind of man doesn't even deserve for her to draw her sword.

But the hatred in her heart was too intense. Ever since that night, she found every man repulsive and desperately needed an outlet.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Su Qingying's voice was icy cold.

Before she finished speaking, she moved.

The emerald green sword light cascaded down like a silver river, so fast it was breathtaking.

Without any probing or holding back, he immediately unleashed a killing move powered by Su Qingying's natal mental cultivation technique—the "Mysterious Jade Heart Sutra"!

"So fast!" the crowd exclaimed.

Mo Chengyue was inwardly complaining.

Senior sister, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. Your starting stance is slightly off-center, which will expose your opening to my left foot...

Hold back! Absolutely do not retaliate!

Mo Chengyue forcibly suppressed his body's instinctive reaction to kick his opponent away, and with his feet stepping on the most basic "Seven Star Steps," he rolled to the left in an extremely disheveled manner.

"laugh!"

A wisp of sword energy grazed his scalp, severing a few strands of hair.

"Thank goodness I reviewed '100 Ways to Dodge' last night."

Mo Chengyue shouted loudly to conceal his precise and meticulous control of the situation.

Immediately afterwards, he gripped the sword with both hands and assumed a perfectly standard starting stance.

The Rain Flower Sword Technique.

This is the pretentious technique he chose, which is all about being flashy and involving scraping.

But in Mo Chengyue's hands at this moment, this sword technique was interpreted with the air of a "top student"—every movement was as standard as a textbook illustration.

Even when faced with Su Qingying's relentless attacks, he insisted on demonstrating each move completely.

"First move: Gentle spring rain!"

Mo Chengyue thrust out his sword, the sword light turning into specks of light, which looked quite intimidating, but in reality it was soft and harmless.

Su Qingying frowned slightly, and with a casual wave of her hand, the Azure Spirit Sword shattered the light spots.

"Fancy moves but no substance." She sneered, and her swordplay changed again, becoming even more ferocious.

"Second move, Falling Flowers and Flowing Water!"

"The third move, Rain Hitting the Banana Leaves!"

Mo Chengyue shouted the names of his moves while jumping left and right on the stage.

Although he was beaten so badly that he ran away with his head in his hands and his clothes were torn in many places, he just wouldn't fall down!

The audience below the stage was stunned.

Su Qingying became increasingly frustrated as she fought.

She felt like she had punched a piece of cotton.

Although Mo Chengyue in front of her looked like he was about to collapse at any moment, his broken sword always inexplicably appeared in the most appropriate position to block her attacks.

"die!!"

The spiritual power within his body erupted without reservation, and the Azure Spirit Sword emitted a piercing sword cry, transforming into a huge azure phantom that crashed fiercely towards Mo Chengyue!

This is a strike from the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage!

Even a cultivator of the same level would be severely injured if they took the hit head-on!

"Here it comes! My chance to get off work has arrived!"

Mo Chengyue's eyes lit up, and he really wanted to send Senior Sister Su a big red envelope.

This move is incredibly powerful, with perfect lighting and shadow effects; it's absolutely perfect as an "exit prop."

Instead of dodging, he revealed a desperate expression that said, "There's no way to avoid it, I can only fight to the death."

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Mo Chengyue roared and poured all his spiritual power into the fine iron longsword, unleashing the final move of the Rain Flower Sword Technique—"Rain of Pear Blossoms".

However, just before the two swords clashed...

Mo Chengyue's wrist twitched very subtly.

He deliberately dispersed 70% of the protective spiritual power on the sword, leaving only a thin membrane to create the illusion that it "shattered due to a large difference in strength".

"Snap!"

As expected.

Under the impact of the phantom of the Azure Phoenix, the fine iron longsword in Mo Chengyue's hand shattered inch by inch.

The enormous impact slammed into his chest.

"puff--!"

Mo Chengyue perfectly coordinated by spitting out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying out of the arena in a perfect parabola, like a kite with a broken string.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After several seconds, Mo Chengyue finally raised one hand with difficulty, pointing tremblingly to the sky, his voice hoarse and tragic:

"I...I'm not reconciled..."

After saying that, he tilted his head to the side and "fell unconscious" on the spot.

The acting, the dialogue, the control over subtle facial expressions.

Absolutely.

If there were an Oscar in the cultivation world, he would undoubtedly be the recipient.

On the stage, Su Qingying was panting heavily as she looked at the motionless figure lying on the ground, the madness in her eyes gradually fading.

Won?

But why... do I feel no sense of victory at all?

Instead, there's a feeling of emptiness... like you've punched something that didn't come up?

"Su Qingying of Biyun Peak wins!" The referee elder's voice rang out.

Su Qingying sheathed her sword and took one last deep look at Mo Chengyue, who was being carried away by Wenren Ji.

"Mo Chengyue..."

She silently repeated the name in her mind.

For some reason, at the very moment the two swords clashed...

She actually sensed a faint yet inexplicably unsettling aura emanating from this mediocre disciple.

Is it just an illusion?

She shook her head, turned around, and left with a cold and aloof air.

Meanwhile, Mo Chengyue, who was lying on Wenren Ji's back and "unconscious," was secretly squinting and observing the surrounding situation.

"Phew...that was close."

He mentally made a "V" sign.

"KPI achieved, performance a complete success. I must reward myself with a nice meal tonight..."