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Just as the sword was about to pierce him, Ning Yue smiled, took half a step to the left, and slightly raised his chin.

In an instant, the wind blew the hair on the side of his neck, and the sword grazed his neck as it thrust forward.

Ning Yue stretched out his leg, grabbed Yu Chuan's arm with both hands, and threw him over his shoulder.

Yu Chuan reacted quickly, using his sword to support his body and turning nimbly to ensure he didn't lose his balance.

But he appeared right in front of Ning Yue without any warning.

Ning Yue kicked him in the lower back, and Yu Chuan lost his balance and stumbled forward two steps.

Yu Chuan blushed and rubbed his lower back.

Yesterday she was still holding onto his lower back, but today she kicked him directly.

Ning Yue crossed his arms and flicked a ball of spiritual energy to his feet.

"The chassis is unstable, let's try again."

Yu Chuan was taken aback, but quickly adjusted his pace and attacked again.

The more their moves clashed, the more Yu Chuan felt that he wasn't there to spar, but to learn.

"Open your legs a little wider, didn't I just say that?"

"Why stretch your arms out so far? Are you deliberately exposing your weakness?"

"Where are you looking? Is there money on the ground?"

Yu Chuan became more and more excited as the match progressed, feeling that he was gradually improving through his sparring with Ning Yue.

Many shortcomings have been corrected, and the footwork and moves are more stable.

Yu Chuan looked at Ning Yue excitedly—

Only then did they notice that Ning Yue hadn't even drawn his sword from beginning to end!

He couldn't help but pause.

Ning Yue simply raised her foot and kicked him backward.

"What are you spacing out for?"

There was complete silence below.

A voice asked in disbelief, "Is this Ningning's style?"

Isn't the idea to let the opponent have a few moves first, and then finish them off in one move?

No matter how slow they were to realize it, they've finally caught on.

This isn't a friendly competition at all! It looks like Ningning is giving Yu Chuan pointers!

They watched as Yu Chuan's skills improved steadily, his movements became more fluid, and his moves became more precise.

His expression had changed from confusion and doubt to envy and longing.

They also wanted to have a fight with Ningning.

The progress is so impressive, it's practically visible to the naked eye!

The elder in charge and the elder of Qitian Sect were also stunned.

The elder in charge wanted to stop it but didn't know where to begin.

Since the two were indeed sparring, Ningning would occasionally give Yu Chuan a few pointers and some pointers.

Logically speaking, it is indeed a competition.

The elders of Qitian Sect wondered if their sect had stumbled upon some incredible luck.

Ningning treated the Purgatory Sect disciples like dogs in the last game, but in this game she's completely changed? She's instructing Yu Chuan like a master.

Ning Yue's thinking was quite simple.

No reason is needed to attack disciples of the Purgatory Sect.

Fighting other sect disciples is a waste of time; just give them two moves so you don't lose too badly.

As for Yu Chuan—

First, Yu Chuan helped him, and Ning Yue generously offered a few words of guidance.

Secondly, this is the last round, so she's very relaxed. She's already the undisputed number one sword cultivator.

So I was in a good mood and gave a little guidance.

Yu Chuan looked at Ning Yue somewhat embarrassedly: "Ningning, you've been guiding me like this for so long..."

"It's alright..." Ning Yue said, "Attack me three more times, and I'll finish you off."

These words were spoken without any politeness, yet Yu Chuan showed no sign of anger or humiliation.

He said with some regret, "...I can only learn three more moves?"

"Okay." Ning Yue nodded. "Let's get started."

Yu Chuan immediately adjusted his state.

When they launched another attack, their performance had improved significantly.

Although he still couldn't touch even half a corner of Ning Yue's clothes, his mastery of his moves had improved significantly.

After three moves, Ning Yue slowly stopped and stood still, saying, "It might hurt a little later."

Yu Chuan: "..."

Her hand gripped the long sword at her waist, and with a "click," it rang out.

The sound of a sword being drawn rang out, and a terrifying chill immediately swept across the entire arena.

Beautiful frost flowers began to condense everywhere, and a biting cold wind blew in from who-knows-where.

Ning Yue slowly lifted his eyelids, seemingly oblivious to the cold, and gripped the long sword in his hand with a stern expression.

Yu Chuan opened his eyes wide in amazement, feeling the chill instantly invade his entire body, making him feel stiff.

Someone below exclaimed excitedly, their voice trembling from the cold: "I...I told you so! Isn't that amazing! Aren't you cold?!"

"What are you so smug about?! You're going to freeze to death, you little bear!"

"It's alright," the man reassured her. "I've been following this team since the very first match. Ningning will be able to take care of them soon."

"Once I finished her off and sheathed my sword, it wasn't cold anymore..."

A cold glint flashed by, and at the very center of my gaze were Ningning's calm eyes.

Yu Chuan slammed his back heavily onto the ground and groaned in pain.

Ningning's words about the pain were indeed true; the impact of her sword light was so strong that it rendered him unable to get up for a short period of time.

The elder in charge held his breath, bracing himself against the cold to ensure his voice didn't tremble, and announced.

"Ningning wins! This year's champion—Ningning!"

Sheathing the sword, the chill receded as quickly as the tide.

Yu Chuan was helped up by his fellow disciples. When he looked at Ning Yue, all that was left was a white silhouette, which then immediately disappeared into the crowd.

Intermittent gasps of amazement rose from the surrounding area.

It is extremely rare for a rogue cultivator to suddenly appear and win the top spot on this year's Heavenly Ranking.

The top-ranked rogue cultivator.

These two words have never been put together!

Now it has been accomplished by a rogue cultivator named Ningning!

The sect disciples found it utterly unbelievable, thinking it was impossible.

But after seeing Ningning's performance, everyone was completely convinced.

Impressive! Truly impressive.

That goes without saying.

The rogue cultivators immediately called Ning Yue the "shining light of rogue cultivators," and many more people wanted to become his disciples.

In her anxious search for Ning Yue, she discovered that she couldn't remember what he looked like at all.

What's going on?!

All I remember is that Ningning was very pretty, but no one can say exactly how or what made her pretty.

The other person's appearance was as if it were covered by a layer of gauze, blurry and indistinct...

The name Ningning became widely known.

Qi Bei suddenly sat up, frowning and widening his eyes: "What did you say her name was?!"

"Ning... Ningning," a disciple with a bruised and swollen face replied.

It was the same person who had been beaten like a dog by Ning Yue who came to complain to Qi Bei at this moment.

"Ningning," Qi Bei murmured nervously, "...Ningning."

The disciple flinched, wondering what was wrong with the sect leader.

Could it be that she's back? Could it really be Ning Yue?!

Qi Bei paced back and forth in the room, panting heavily, and asked.

"Is it a boy or a girl? What does it look like?"

Although he didn't know why the sect leader asked him that question, he still answered honestly.

"It's a girl, she looks..." The disciple frowned deeply, trying hard to recall the Ningning who had beaten him up.

My memory seems to have become blurred; no matter how hard I try, I can't recall it.

"What did she look like... I think I've forgotten."

Qi Bei let out a heavy breath, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Send someone to investigate. If all else fails, bring her here to me."