Junior Sister must ascend this time!

The next few matches were between other minor sects, so Yun Qing and his group of five decided to meditate and cultivate in the rest area so as not to waste time.

As the surrounding audience watched, they suddenly felt the spiritual energy around them converging in one direction. Looking towards the point where the spiritual energy gathered, they gasped in astonishment:

"No wonder Chengtian Sect achieved such impressive results this time; it turns out they didn't forget to cultivate even when they were resting."

"Don't stop me, I'm going to try my best too."

"Try harder later. The next two matches are from the Golden Jade Sect. Are you sure you don't want to watch them?"

"Hmm... I'll start practicing after I finish reading!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Qing and the other four slowly opened their eyes. This match was between the Golden Jade Sect and the Spirit Control Sect.

They looked toward the arena, where Shen Qingchen and his four companions stood with their swords drawn, while Qin Mu and his fellow disciples opposite them also summoned their spirit beasts.

Si Mingche was dumbfounded. "The Yu Ling Sect has creatures that fly in the sky, run on the ground, and even swim in the water."

Yun Qing pondered, "I wonder if it will taste good?"

Pei Shubai chuckled and said, "I don't know if they taste good or not, but if Qin Mu hears you say that, it will make us look very good."

Jiang Mian: "Junior Sister, which one have you taken a fancy to? I'll go get it for you."

Cen Ning said calmly, "I wonder who's arresting whom..."

As they were talking, all the spirit beasts on the field were knocked off the stage by Jin Yuzong.

Cen Ning patted Jiang Mian on the shoulder, "Fourth Junior Brother, you can catch them now."

Jiang Mian:…………

Without the blessing of spirit beasts, the Yu Ling Sect's overall strength was significantly weakened. Although Qin Mu possessed remarkable agility, he was forced to the edge of the platform in less than an incense stick's time against the Jin Yu Sect's coordinated attacks and encirclement.

As the final sword light fell, Qin Mu and his four companions all tumbled off the dueling platform.

"Match 8, Kim Ok-jong wins!"

"Next match: Jin Yu Sect vs. Zhen Yue Sect."

When Yue Heng and his four companions entered the arena, the arena shook. This was not only because the five of them were physically imposing, but also because all of their magical artifacts were heavy weapons.

Zhou Lei slung his broadsword over his shoulder and looked at Yue Heng. "Senior Brother, what's our plan?"

Yue Heng, holding a black iron hammer, said, "No, just fight."

After speaking, Yue Heng gave an order, and the five members of Zhenyue Sect rushed towards Jinyu Sect.

"Bang!"

"clang!"

The sounds of swords clashing with heavy weapons rose and fell, sparks flying everywhere.

Si Mingche covered his eyes. "So ruthless! One side is as light as snow, specifically seeking out the smallest gaps to pierce. The other is as heavy as a mountain, every move aimed at killing. It seems this fight will last a while..."

Pei Shubai shook his head, "In the face of absolute strength, everything else is just a trick."

"Shen Qingchen's strength is not limited to this; he must be observing the fighting style of the five members of Zhenyue Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qingchen's Nascent Soul stage strength surged, "That's enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, his sword was drawn. A sword light drew an arc, enveloping all five members of the Zhenyue Sect at the same time. The sword energy accurately struck the weakest joints in each person's defenses: the back of the knee, the wrist, and the side of the waist.

Bang bang bang bang!

With five muffled thuds, the five members of Zhenyue Sect fell off the competition platform in unison.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, then a burst of gasps erupted.

A Nascent Soul cultivator sweeping away five people with a single sword strike—this is a rare sight indeed. Record it, it absolutely must be recorded!

"Only today did I understand what it means to be separated by an insurmountable chasm by a single realm! A Nascent Soul cultivator fighting a Golden Core cultivator is as easy as playing around."

"Shen Qingchen truly lives up to his reputation as the top disciple of this year; his strength is terrifying! I'm betting that the Golden Jade Sect will definitely win this sect competition!"

The referee announced, "The Golden Jade Sect has won this match and advances to the finals. The next match will be between the Chengtian Sect and the Xuanming Sect to compete for the other spot in the finals."

Lu Xingzhou jumped off the competition platform and walked towards Yun Qing. "Junior Sister Yun Qing, how was my performance? Was it cool enough?"

Yun Qing glanced at him and nodded, "Not bad."

Lu Xingzhou's face was beaming with joy. He looked at Shen Qingchen and said, "Senior Brother, look, Junior Sister Yun Qing has praised me."

Shen Qingchen walked over, raised her hand and patted his head, her tone tinged with helplessness, "Have I ever failed to praise you? Why have I never seen you smile so happily before?"

Lu Xingzhou muttered, "How can that be the same?"

He looked at Yun Qing again, "Junior Sister Yun Qing, you have to do your best in the next match. We'll be waiting for you in the finals."

Before he could finish speaking, Si Mingche barged in, shoving Lu Xingzhou aside. "Don't worry about it. We'll fight hard in the next match—no, in any match!"

Hmph, you slutty vixen, you're trying to take advantage of his junior sister again when he's not looking.

With that, Si Mingche pulled Yun Qing onto the competition stage.

Gu Changfeng and his fellow disciples were already standing on the opposite side. He looked at Pei Shubai, a smile playing on his lips, "Pei Shubai, we've finally waited for you."

Pei Shubai stopped, holding the Jingfeng Sword horizontally in front of him, and said calmly, "Hmm."

"Huh? What do you mean by 'huh'?" Gu Changfeng looked hurt. "Besides this, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

In their relationship, only he was pouring his heart into it... Waaaaah...

Jiang Mian placed the stringed flute to his lips, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Senior Brother doesn't have anything to say to you, but I do."

Gu Changfeng immediately recalled the fear of being controlled by his illusion in the secret realm. Fortunately, he was prepared in advance and took out the calming bead that he had bought at a high price.

As the flute music began, Gu Changfeng gripped the Mind-Stabilizing Bead tightly, channeling his spiritual power into it. The bead emitted a warm halo that enveloped his sea of ​​consciousness.

Sure enough, this time his consciousness was as clear as a mirror, without the slightest feeling of being corrupted.

Gu Changfeng laughed, "You think your illusion magic can still trap me now? Last time it was just because I wasn't paying attention for a moment. Junior Brother Jiang Mian, you still need to practice your illusion magic..."

Yun Qing pointed behind Gu Changfeng, "Why don't you turn around and take a look at them first?"

Gu Changfeng's smile froze, and he slowly turned his head.

His four junior brothers were immersed in the illusion, and the four of them were dancing and twisting their bodies on the stage in unison.

Their movements were synchronized, their steps were steady and powerful, their left hand was on their hip, their right hand was raised above their head and they were shaking it in circles, their hips were swaying, and they were jumping with great enthusiasm.

The junior brother at the front had his eyes closed, a happy smile on his lips, and was humming an unknown tune.

Gu Changfeng's expression hardened. "Your illusion isn't just for one person. When will it be able to work on a group?"

Jiang Mian put down the flute. "It was upgraded a long time ago."

Gu Changfeng: ………That's insane! A group illusion!

Before he could even sigh, he rushed to pull his fellow students back, because one of them was about to jump off the stage.

Just as he grabbed his junior brother's arm, the disciple grabbed his wrist in return, a smile on his face, and said affectionately, "Baby, let's dance together~"

"Screw you!"

Gu Changfeng punched him awake, then slammed his fist into his junior brother's head. The disciple yelped as he awoke from the illusion, looking around blankly.

"Big...Senior Brother? How did I get on stage? I think I just dreamt that I was..."

"Shut up!"

Gu Changfeng interrupted him expressionlessly, "Go and wake up the other three."

Embarrassing, absolutely utterly shameful!