A hundredfold return! My unfilial disciples are all reincarnations of the Empress.

As soon as Lin Feng and his disciples landed, someone came to greet them.

The newcomer was dressed in a red robe and had a handsome face; he was none other than Yan Chen, the young sect master of the Crimson Cloud Sect.

"As expected, the Qingyun Palace has arrived." Yan Chen's gaze swept over Lin Feng, finally landing on Chi Yao, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "Miss Chi Yao, we meet again."

Chi Yao cupped her hands and gave a slight bow, saying, "Young Master Yan."

Lin Feng: "Is there something you need?"

He shook his head: "I'm just here to say hello."

After Yan Chen finished speaking, he turned and left.

There is a half-day of free time before the competition begins.

Lin Feng wandered around the Crimson Cloud Sect alone. Many people recognized him as the peak master of the Azure Cloud Palace, but most of them just glanced at him from afar and did not come up to talk to him.

He made a special detour to the back mountain of the Crimson Cloud Sect and found several places with unusually rich spiritual energy. The outer perimeter of these places was protected by restrictions. These were probably the entrances to the Crimson Cloud Sect's secret realms or spiritual fields.

It was already dark when I got back to my lodgings.

The three disciples were practicing their moves in the courtyard, but when they saw Lin Feng return, they all stopped.

The competition officially began early the next morning.

The main peak plaza of the Crimson Cloud Sect was bustling with people, with disciples from various sects lined up on both sides, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Xiao Yuan, the leader of the Crimson Cloud Sect, took the stage to deliver a speech, making some polite remarks, and then announced the rules of the competition.

The rules are simple: draw lots to determine the opponents, one-on-one, no restrictions on methods, and losing means admitting defeat or falling off the ring.

The results of the first round of the draw came out quickly.

Liu Yushu faced off against a disciple of the Crimson Cloud Sect, Chu Lingyan against a disciple of the Cangwu Sect, and Chi Yao's opponent was a Foundation Establishment disciple of the Profound Sun Sect.

The three matches were scheduled at different times, and Lin Feng sat calmly on the viewing platform.

Liu Yushu was the first to appear.

Her opponent was a man in his early twenties, at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment stage, a small realm higher than her.

Upon stepping onto the stage, the man clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone arrogant: "Qingyun Palace hasn't had many outstanding disciples these past few years, has it? But don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

Liu Yushu's expression remained unchanged; she simply drew the Taiyin Moonflower Sword.

A flash of sword light, and a chilling aura instantly filled half of the arena.

The man's smile froze.

In the next instant, Liu Yushu's figure flashed out like a ghost, slashing out with her sword. The Taiyin Profound Water Technique condensed into a ball of cold blue water mist at the tip of the sword.

The man hastily drew his sword to parry, but his speed inexplicably slowed down.

He looked down and saw that a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the volleyball table beneath his feet.

"you--"

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Yushu's second sword strike had already arrived.

The Moonlit Sword grazed past his ear, severing a few strands of hair.

He froze, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and then he threw the sword to the ground with a clatter.

"I concede."

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a murmur of discussion.

"A disciple of Qingyun Palace?"

"A fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator defeating a sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator in just three moves?"

"That's... a martial art technique from the Azure Cloud Palace?"

Liu Yushu sheathed her sword and calmly walked off the stage.

The second person to take the stage was Chu Lingyan.

She faced a disciple of the Cangwu Sect, a taciturn young man whose cultivation was at the third level of the Foundation Establishment stage, the same realm as her.

The two exchanged dozens of blows, fighting evenly.

Although Chu Lingyan was not as experienced in combat as her opponent, she had an advantage—the powerful vitality inherent in her Wood Spirit Root.

The opponent's sword wounded her arm, and the wound healed quickly, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Cangwu Sect disciples became noticeably impatient as the fight progressed, their attacks becoming faster and faster, and their openings becoming increasingly larger.

Chu Lingyan seized the opportunity.

Her opponent stumbled and was pushed off the stage by her palm.

"Chu Lingyan of Qingyun Palace wins!"

When Chi Yao entered the arena in the third match, the atmosphere was noticeably different.

Qingyun Palace won the first two matches, so everyone naturally paid more attention to the third disciple to appear.

Chi Yao's opponent was a disciple of the Xuan Yang Sect, at the first level of Foundation Establishment, the same level as her.

Both of them are aggressive, and they started arguing as soon as they stepped on stage.

Chi Yao wielded a Heaven-grade fire-elemental sword, its sword energy wrapped in crimson flames, each strike accompanied by a scorching heat wave.

The opponent was no pushover either, his longsword imbued with cyan wind spiritual energy as he clashed with her.

The two exchanged blows on the ring, fighting for nearly a hundred moves without a clear winner.

Finally, Chi Yao seized an opening in her opponent's breathing and slashed horizontally with her sword, forcing her opponent to parry with her own sword.

With the Crimson Flame Heaven-Burning Technique activated, the crimson sword energy instantly tripled in size.

"Bang—"

The opponent was blasted off the stage, sword and all.

Chi Yao stood at the edge of the arena, let out a long breath, shook her numb wrist, and grinned.

With three consecutive victories, the disciples' seats on the Qingyun Palace side erupted in excitement.

Zhenyan sat opposite him, his face turning pale and then red. None of his disciples had won, while Lin Feng's disciple had won all three of his battles.

Elders from several surrounding sects began whispering amongst themselves, their eyes scanning back and forth between the Xiaozhu Peak master and his disciples.

The second round of drawing lots took place in the afternoon.

Liu Yushu's opponent was an inner disciple of the Crimson Cloud Sect, at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, one level higher than the one from this morning.

This time, the disciple learned his lesson and launched a preemptive attack as soon as he stepped onto the stage. His sword moves were ruthless and dense, giving her no chance to set up the ice domain.

Liu Yushu took three steps back, her heels already touching the edge of the ring.

Chu Lingyan gasped in shock, and Chi Yao clenched her fists.

Lin Feng sat on the viewing platform, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The next second, Liu Yushu suddenly withdrew her Taiyin spiritual power, shifted half a foot to the side in mid-air, avoiding the tip of the opponent's sword, and at the same time, flicked her Moonflower Sword upwards along the spine of the opponent's sword.

Ding--

With a crisp sound, the opponent's longsword flew out of his hand, tumbled several times in the air, and stuck into the ground three zhang away from the arena.

The disciple paused for two seconds, looked down at his empty palm, then looked up at Liu Yushu, and after a long pause, finally managed to ask, "...What kind of movement technique was that you just used?"

Liu Yushu sheathed her sword, her tone calm: "Qingyun Palace basic footwork."

There was a two-second silence, and then someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

On the viewing platform of the Crimson Cloud Sect, Yan Chen's expression was not good.

Chi Yao's opponent in the second round was a female disciple from the Cangwu Sect, who was at the second level of Foundation Establishment and had a cultivation level one level higher than hers.

The opponent immediately created distance and unleashed ranged spells, with wind blades and water bullets raining down on her.

Chi Yao chased after him for a few steps with her sword but found she couldn't catch up, so she simply sheathed her sword and took the Xuan Tie Bow from her back.

He drew the bow and nocked the arrow in one swift motion.

A crimson arrow shot through the air and exploded right beneath the opponent's feet. The female disciple cried out and jumped to dodge, but a second arrow had already blocked her escape route.

"I surrender!"

Chi Yao put down the bow and grinned.

In the third round, Chu Lingyan faced off against her senior brother from the Xuan Yang Sect.

The opponent was at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, three minor realms higher than her, and had extremely rich combat experience.

After about twenty moves, Chu Lingyan was completely at a disadvantage.

However, she was in no hurry, defending while looking for openings.

As her opponent thrust his sword at her, she dodged to the side, tearing her clothes, but the wound began to heal almost instantly.