Mortal's Journey: Reborn as Xin Ruyin, she begins by possessing Qi Yun's body.

Huang Chengfeng's hastily slashing crimson longsword struck the shield, only sending up a few sparks, leaving not even a trace.

Even a superior-grade magic weapon is as fragile as paper compared to a top-tier magic weapon!

Qi Yunxiao's eyes turned cold, and he no longer held back.

The Black Cloud Sword drew a strange arc in the air, dodging the longsword and heading straight for Huang Chengfeng's lower body.

The sword light was as fast as lightning. Huang Chengfeng was terrified and tried desperately to retreat, but he was too late.

"Pfft!"

Two soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The Black Cloud Sword pierced precisely through the meridians between his knees. Huang Chengfeng's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees on the arena with a thud. The intense pain made his face turn pale and his whole body tremble.

Qi Yunxiao flicked his finger again, and the tip of the Black Cloud Sword stopped steadily an inch in front of his throat. The chilling sword energy clung to his skin, making him afraid to even breathe.

"I...I give up!"

Huang Chengfeng's face was ashen, and he was drenched in cold sweat. His arrogance had vanished, leaving only fear and despair.

He couldn't understand how he, with his eleventh level of Qi Refining and two high-grade magic artifacts, could be so easily crushed by a rogue cultivator with only the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Qi Yunxiao sheathed his sword and stood there. The Black Cloud Sword transformed into a streak of black light and flew back into his storage bag. His expression remained calm as before, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

The audience erupted in uproar!

Countless cultivators stared in shock at the figure on the arena, their eyes filled with disbelief.

A cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining completely defeated a family cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi Refining!

Such combat power is simply terrifying!

Even if Qi Yunxiao relies on the power of his magical artifact, doesn't a powerful magical artifact equate to combat strength?

In the subsequent three rounds of the arena competition, Qi Yunxiao fought with great ease.

Each opponent was either a rogue cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining or a family member possessing a high-grade magic weapon, yet none of them could withstand ten moves from him.

The Black Cloud Sword cleaved through the defenses, while the Crimson Pattern Xuan Turtle Shield held firm, occasionally supplemented by hidden golden needles to restrain the enemy.

After several exchanges, he forced his opponent to give up and admit defeat. The whole process was smooth and effortless.

His composed demeanor drew frequent glances from the cultivators below the stage.

After several rounds of competition, Qi Yunxiao successfully made it into the final eleven winners.

However, Huangfeng Valley only has ten places to recruit disciples this time, so the extra person naturally cannot be admitted as an exception.

Standing atop the high platform, Senior Brother Wang, the leader of Huangfeng Valley, had a calm expression as his gaze slowly swept over the eleven cultivators before him.

His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable authority: "Our sect will only accept ten disciples this time. If there is one extra, you may choose one of these ten to challenge. If you win, you will take the spot; if you lose, you will be eliminated. Let's finish this quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cultivator who had not been directly selected immediately became serious. His gaze swept back and forth between the other ten people, his eyes filled with hesitation and apprehension.

Although his cultivation level had reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining, after watching the first three matches, Qi Yunxiao's strength had already won people's hearts.

With only the eighth level of Qi Refining, Huang Chengfeng, who was at the eleventh level, could easily overpower him. Moreover, he possessed several top-tier magic artifacts and had a formidable aura. Challenging him would undoubtedly be suicidal.

After much deliberation, he finally gave up the idea of ​​challenging Qi Yunxiao and set his sights on a cultivator who was also a rogue cultivator.

Although that cultivator was also at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, he only had one high-grade magic weapon and his foundation was somewhat weak, making him the easiest target for the ten to break through.

The two leaped onto the ring at the same time, their expressions both showing a resolute determination to go all in.

This is their last chance to enter Yellow Maple Valley and escape their fate as rogue cultivators; they cannot afford to be negligent in the slightest.

At the command of the cultivator from Huangfeng Valley, the two immediately began to fight.

One of them brandished a long spear with a chilling gleam. Infused with spiritual energy, the spearhead shone with a blinding white light as it thrust straight at his opponent's heart.

The other man wielded a heavy iron hammer, his strikes powerful and forceful, each accompanied by a whistling sound as he swept across the arena.

The two exchanged blows, each strike potentially fatal. As their spiritual energies clashed, the arena floor trembled violently, sending shards of stone flying. The air was thick with the fluctuations of spiritual energy and a faint smell of blood.

They had all exerted their utmost effort, their spiritual energy was rapidly depleted, their clothes were quickly soaked with sweat and blood, and they all had several deep wounds that revealed the bone. Their breathing became increasingly disordered.

Even so, the two did not stop. Their eyes were filled with madness and unwillingness. This battle, which concerned their future, was so fierce that all the cultivators below the stage held their breath and dared not even breathe loudly.

Half an hour later, both of them were staggering, their faces ashen, and even the hands holding the magical artifacts were trembling.

In the end, the originally selected rogue cultivator, relying on his more solid foundation, used his last bit of spiritual energy to precisely pierce his opponent's shoulder with his spear, forcing the opponent to grit his teeth and admit defeat.

The victor staggered to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His spiritual energy was almost completely depleted, and he barely had the strength to lift his hand. He was clearly severely injured.

Qi Yunxiao stood to one side, his gaze sweeping over the calm-looking Senior Brother Wang on the high platform without making a sound.

He thought to himself, "It seems that this Foundation Establishment stage senior is quite insightful. He clearly saw that the person was the weakest among us and deliberately set such a rule."

This approach gave those who weren't selected a chance without disrupting the original selection process, and it also ensured that those who were rejected accepted the outcome.

"very good."

Uncle Wang stood beside the flying boat, his Foundation Establishment stage aura slightly subsided, and his tone carried a hint of approval.

"The ten of you will become official disciples of my Yellow Maple Valley after you return to the sect and register."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and introduced himself: "My surname is Wang, and I am a Foundation Establishment disciple of Huangfeng Valley. This time, I am in charge of leading the team to recruit new people. You can call me Uncle Wang from now on."

Qi Yunxiao and the other nine cultivators quickly bowed and greeted him respectfully, saying in unison, "Disciples greet Senior Uncle Wang!"

Their expressions were filled with joy and awe.

Being able to join the Yellow Maple Valley and escape the status of a rogue cultivator was an opportunity they had always dreamed of, so naturally they dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Looking at everyone's humble and polite demeanor, Uncle Wang smiled with satisfaction and nodded slightly: "Rise. Follow me onto the boat, and we will return to the sect immediately."

Having said that, he made a hand seal with his fingertips and uttered a low shout: "Rise!"

A beam of cyan-gold spiritual light flew out of the storage bag, and upon landing, it expanded rapidly, transforming into a flying boat more than ten feet long.

The flying boat was made entirely of spirit wood, with intricate runes engraved on its surface. It was surrounded by spiritual energy, and although the boat was light, it was also heavy. A lifelike blue crane with outstretched wings was carved on the bow. It was a manned flying boat of the Yellow Maple Valley.

"Board the boat in order."

Uncle Wang stepped aside to make way, his tone indifferent.

Qi Yunxiao and the others dared not delay, and stepped onto the flying boat one by one, standing carefully on the boat, their eyes curiously examining it.

This was the first time most of the independent cultivators had ridden on a sect's flying boat, and their eyes were filled with novelty and longing.