The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Spring has come again, and the Central Plains Grand Competition, which had been postponed for three years, has finally resumed.

This time, it's the individual competition for the youth group.

The stands were still packed with people, as if the farce of three years ago had long since faded into the past.

"Is the Supreme Sect coming this time?"

"I don't know. I heard Lin Du is going to die. Is it true?"

"Hard to say, who knows?"

Other geniuses, at least, have some information leaking out every day within sects with tens of thousands of members. But the Supreme Sect has few members; it's the smallest sect among the major sects. They might not even know whether someone is dead, alive, or half-dead.

"Hey, they're here! The Supreme Sect! Yuan Ye who lost his dragon aura, Mo Lin who lost his spiritual bone, and that medical cultivator are here. Why aren't the contestants here?"

"Hiss... Is Lin Du really not going to make it?"

"Lin Du didn't come, but another contestant did. The shortest one is Qin Xinjing's strongest contender for first place this time, Ni Jinxuan."

"I know, I know, but she has odds of 1 to 3 on the betting odds. There's a Guiyuan Sect member who's at the Great Perfection of the Qin Xin Realm. He used to travel around and once defeated a cultivator at the Tengyun Realm. If Ni Jinxuan runs into him, it's hard to say what will happen."

"That's true... She looks like a thin, kind little girl, so you probably can't fight her."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and the members of the Supreme Sect were also a little nervous.

The reason was simple: Junior Uncle hadn't come out of seclusion, and the entrance to his cave was covered with a thick layer of ice, almost turning into a real ice cave. It was unbearable to get close, and Yuan Ye's hand touched the door when he knocked on it.

"I'm so worried... Do you think Junior Uncle really won't make it in time?" Yuan Ye felt sorry for the spirit crystal he had thrown in; it was something he had obtained by breaking open coffins!

"It's hard to say, but this time we still need to execute a group of people to establish our authority. In addition, we'll first have the Qin Xin Realm competition, and then the Tengyun Realm cultivators." Mo Lin paused, "I think... advancing is more important. If Junior Uncle can't come, then so be it."

Yuan Ye shook his head. "That's fine too."

He looked at Ni Jinxuan solemnly, "Junior sister, it's all up to you! Show us what you're made of!"

He bet a lot of money on Ni Jinxuan, all of which was his hard-earned money from seeing people off and playing the zither!

Ni Jinxuan nodded, "Don't worry!"

Yuan Ye laughed, "I have nothing to worry about. When you win, I'll be the first to play music to celebrate."

"That's not necessary." Ni Jinxuan gave him a wary look.

Yuan Ye said regretfully, "When I went out to sing, people would give me a lot of tips."

"Isn't it because the boss wants you to make enough money and leave quickly!" No one understands how terrifying Yuan Ye, who performs for money, is better than Ni Jinxuan.

Soon, the war drums sounded. The people in charge had all changed this year. The leaders of the major sects and Feng Yi, the acting leader, stood in front of the platform, and a string of cultivators wearing spirit-suppressing shackles were driven out one after another.

A powerful being from the Realm of No Form stepped forward and vehemently denounced the infamous demonic disturbances that had caused such a stir three years ago. His words were righteous and stern, filled with deep sorrow and indignation.

The gist is that a demon tempted a powerful being who was about to overcome a life-threatening tribulation, planted his own people, and finally set up an evil formation in the secret realm. However, the young talents of Zhongzhou saw through it early on and joined forces to break the formation. Our young people of Zhongzhou have a bright future; they are simply the backbone of our Zhongzhou's future!

Especially Lin Du and Meng Ling, these two array masters, broke the powerful evil array set up by the Demon Lord at the youngest age. Lin Du was only twenty-two years old at the time! Their future is simply limitless!

When the powerful figure spoke with great passion, he wanted everyone to understand the difference: a demon lord who had lived for a thousand years! And a twenty-two-year-old cultivator from Central Plains! Look at our cultivators from Central Plains! Geniuses emerge from among the young!

Do you even realize how valuable a 22-year-old formation master is?

No matter how powerful you demons are, you can't even fool the children of Zhongzhou!

Feng Yi coughed lightly, interrupting the powerful being's continuous output.

Although it was meant to bolster the prestige of Zhongzhou, using Lindu as a target was really going too far.

But it's clear that everyone likes to hear this statement: our great nation is inviolable and cannot be provoked.

The Great Power then began to pronounce judgment on the crimes of these traitors, punishing them with death and the extinction of their souls.

The audience was very excited, while the Demon Lord was extremely frustrated.

"What do they mean, that being young makes you superior? When I was twenty-two, I ate an entire mountain of monsters, did I brag about it?"

"Your Majesty, should we save them? It seems like we'd lose face if we didn't..."

Qianyu remained silent for a moment, his expression uncertain. The protectors and elders behind him held their breath, thinking that the Venerable One was thinking about how to shatter the prestige of the Central Continent cultivators.

After a long silence, Qianyu asked, "Are they subordinates of our Holy Sect?"

Demons: ...

"It doesn't seem so?"

"I don't know, I've never seen her before. She looks a bit uneven in appearance. Was she tortured by the cultivators of Zhongzhou, causing her cultivation to decline and making her look bad?"

Qianyu raised his hand to press his temples, feeling a headache coming on, only to touch a cold piece of metal. He became even angrier. "Are you brainless? You can't even remember this many people!"

"Ah...right, I'm brainless, Your Majesty, don't you know that?"

The elder who was being questioned said cautiously, "He is a formless demon. Not only does he have no brain, but his original form doesn't even have physical limbs or a torso."

Qianyu gritted his teeth, "What's the point of saving people who aren't ours! Get lost, and come back to see me later!"

This time, without any evil spirits causing trouble, all the evil accomplices who had been captured by the various sects within a year were completely killed, their bodies and souls extinguished – the most severe punishment.

The arena was cleared again, and this time, it was time for the individual competitions of the Qin Xin Realm cultivators from various sects.

There were twenty-five people in total, fighting in pairs. In the first round, someone would definitely get a bye. The magic artifact automatically drew lots, and soon the names of the opponents for each arena appeared in the air.

Ni Jinxuan was lucky enough to get a bye.

The people from the Supreme Sect all glanced at Ni Jinxuan. What did their junior uncle say again? This child has extraordinary luck.

In the second round, there were a total of thirteen people, and the magical artifacts were randomly assigned again. Ni Jinxuan was once again left out.

The crowd was abuzz with discussion. Fearing that the ritual implements might malfunction, the elder simply reverted to the original lottery system.

Ni Jinxuan unfolded the crumpled paper; it was still completely blank.

Feng Yi silently looked up at the sky. What kind of situation was this? He was hoping that Ni Jinxuan would fight a few more matches to advance in the next level.

When it came to the third round, Ni Jinxuan simply volunteered to fight. The elders, not believing in bad luck, tried drawing lots again.

Seven people stood in a row. Ni Jinxuan opened the note, and it was blank again.

Several elderly people were numb.

"Something's fishy, ​​we have to believe it," one person whispered.

Ni Jinxuan cupped her hands and said loudly, "I would like to ask the elder to call on me to fight and randomly select an opponent for me before arranging the opponents, otherwise it would not be fair to everyone."

Even with time to replenish spiritual energy after consecutive battles, there was still some depletion.

Her calm and composed demeanor quelled the discontent among the contestants.

"Sometimes luck is also a kind of strength," a powerful figure said with a smile. "However, since you have volunteered, it's not impossible if the others have no objections."

The other six people naturally had no objections, but soon, they regretted being chosen as Ni Jinxuan's opponent.

He objects!

Ni Jinxuan also drew a cultivator, who was almost as tall as Mo Lin but twice as strong, looking like a small mountain. To be able to cultivate to this level at such a young age shows how hard she worked.

"Wan Yi of the Chunyang Sect seeks guidance from fellow Daoists."

"Ni Jinxuan of the Supreme Sect requests guidance from fellow Daoists."

The two men introduced themselves and exchanged greetings. Upon hearing the sound of a war drum, they attacked almost simultaneously.

Ni Jinxuan did not carry a whip, and her opponent was also empty-handed, except for two iron wrist guards on her hands that looked extremely heavy.

The two exchanged a punch, their spiritual energy exploding simultaneously. The immense recoil forced them both backward, leaving shallow marks on the stone surface of the arena with the soles of their shoes.

Wan Yi felt a tingling sensation from his finger bones to his ulna. He never expected that this little girl, who could not be seen unless she looked down, would have such powerful spiritual energy.

His expression gradually became serious. Body cultivators focus on refining the body and integrating their physical skills with spiritual power.

This little girl... must have extremely profound spiritual power.

The two locked eyes, and then attacked almost simultaneously, one kicking and the other punching.

"Don't you think that my junior sister isn't even as heavy as one of that person's legs?" Yuan Ye whispered.

"...That's not entirely true." Mo Lin paused for a moment. He knew his junior sister well. The child's physical strength was actually no less than any other body cultivator of the same age. The only one in the Supreme Sect without muscles was probably the goose in the back mountain.

"But I still believe she can do it." Yuan Ye didn't want to recall the pain of being thrown out like a breaching machine.

Sure enough, less than half an incense stick later, the rumbling on the arena gradually increased, and the two of them went from two-way attacks to Ni Jinxuan's one-way suppression, pressing closer and closer.

Even when an arm bigger than her head was swung at her, she easily raised her hand and struck it hard. Then, she used her footwork to strike the person's knees, lower back, and other vital but not fatal areas with extremely strange and agile moves.

The body cultivator relied on strength, but was not as fast as Jin Xuan. He finally managed to grab one of Ni Jin Xuan's legs and planned to throw her away, but it turned out to be exactly what Jin Xuan wanted.

But the petite female cultivator used her waist to push herself up in mid-air, giving the man a head-on blow.

With a loud thud, everyone's teeth ached. The body cultivator winced in pain and released his grip, while Jin Xuan swept her leg out, knocking him off the stage.

With the sound of the war drums, Jinxuan emerged victorious.