It's over! The Saintess's tracking butterfly found that fatso.

Mo Chengyue glanced at his second senior sister in the distance.

Qin Wanzhuang was wiping away imaginary dust from the scabbard with a disgruntled expression, seemingly muttering harsh words like "This is an eyesore" and "I'll kill it next time."

"Tenth place..."

"Fifteenth place..."

"26th place: Qingquan Peak, Xie Buci."

Upon hearing this name, Mo Chengyue almost burst out laughing.

I would gladly accept your thanks.

His senior brother.

That pretentious show-off who always sits under the peach tree with a wine glass in his hand, pretending to be melancholy.

They actually ranked twenty-sixth?

"An old coin, definitely an old coin."

Mo Chengyue knew his senior brother all too well.

He was clearly a master of the ancient Golden Core stage, and his "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique" had already reached the pinnacle.

If a real fight were to break out, he would definitely be a top ten contender.

It could even be in the top five!

As a result, this guy managed to pull off a "narrow defeat," ending up in a position that was neither too high nor too low, where he could get a reward but wouldn't attract attention.

"That's a role model."

Mo Chengyue was filled with respect.

"This is the essence of the Way of the Scoundrel."

"Unlike Xiao Fan, who's a hothead and always wants to show off."

"Don't you know the saying, 'The nail that sticks out gets hammered down'?"

The elder's voice continued, and soon he read out the name of the Foundation Establishment group.

"Foundation Building Group, First Place..."

"Second place..."

Third place: Biyun Peak, Su Qingying.

Mo Chengyue's gaze sharpened slightly.

Su Qingying.

That aloof senior sister who became a "victim" of his "Yin Yang De He Jing" due to an accident... cough cough.

At this moment, she was standing alone in the crowd.

Dressed in pure white, she exuded a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.

Her face was pale, and her eyes held a deep weariness and... hatred.

Mo Chengyue shrank back guiltily.

He could sense that Su Qingying's aura was even more sharp than before.

That is the power of hatred.

"What a terrible thing to do."

Mo Chengyue sighed inwardly.

"I hope she can get over this soon... no, I hope she never finds out that I'm the 'flower thief'."

"Thirteenth place: Qingquan Peak, Wenrenji."

Upon hearing his junior brother's name, Mo Chengyue smiled with satisfaction, like an aunt.

The junior brother who always carries his sword and talks to himself, and who is even a bit socially awkward, performed quite well this time.

Although he doesn't like to be in the limelight, his strength is undeniable and can't be hidden.

"49th place: Qingquan Peak, Mo Chengyue."

Finally, it was my turn.

Mo Chengyue nodded in satisfaction.

Forty-nine.

The goalkeeper position is among the top 50.

This way, you can get the guaranteed rewards of an inner disciple without attracting the attention of any powerful figures.

It's the kind of prime location where you can "disappear instantly in a crowd".

"This is my 'Tao'."

"Not striving to be number one, but striving for immortality."

"If I can survive long enough, I'll be able to get rid of you all."

After the elder finished reading the Foundation Establishment group, he began reading the final Qi Refining group.

This group was originally ignored by everyone.

After all, in the eyes of the experts, the Qi Refining stage is just a bunch of noobs fighting each other.

but.

When the elder read out that name, there was a moment of silence throughout the room.

"Qi Refining Group, 16th Place: Ying Tianfeng, Xiao Qinghan."

brush--

Countless gazes were cast toward the area inhabited by the outer disciples.

There stood a slender girl with a straight back.

A former genius.

He became a piece of trash later on.

A joke about being publicly jilted by your fiancé.

And now.

With her initial Qi Refining cultivation, she fought her way into the top twenty amidst the encirclement and attack of hundreds of late-stage Qi Refining disciples!

This is simply a miracle!

"How is that possible?"

"Wasn't she crippled?"

"An early-stage Qi Refining cultivator defeating a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator? That doesn't make sense!"

Discussions arose.

Among the crowd, Guo Zixuan, who had once arrogantly broken off the engagement, now had an extremely ugly expression.

He looked at the girl he had once discarded like trash, a flicker of disbelief and a hint of... inexplicable panic in his eyes.

This is what they call "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river".

Mo Chengyue watched this scene with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Go for it, girl."

"Your journey to being proven wrong has only just begun."

……

The rankings have been announced.

The elder waved his hand and said loudly:

"The rewards for this competition are generous. In addition to the usual pills and spirit stones, the top performers will receive either a low-grade cultivation technique or a high-quality spiritual weapon!!!"

"The specific awards will be distributed at the closing ceremony in three days!"

"Now, disciples from each peak, lead them back in an orderly manner!"

"Meeting adjourned!"

With a command given, the tense atmosphere instantly relaxed.

The disciples dispersed in twos and threes, discussing the exciting battle of the day and the "unexpected benefit" of that saintess.

Mo Chengyue also mingled in the crowd, keeping his head down and trying to minimize his presence.

All he wants now is to get back to Qingquan Peak and get a good night's sleep.

Today was truly exhausting.

however.

Just as he was about to step out of the arena.

A cold, icy voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

There was no emotion involved.

There was only one kind of chill that made his very soul tremble.

"Come to Ice Soul Peak immediately."

"I want to... cultivate."

Mo Chengyue suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His face, which had been relaxed, instantly fell.

That was Leng Yuexin's voice.

That seemingly noble and aloof elder of law enforcement, who has become extremely dangerous due to going astray in his cultivation.

The phrase "I want to cultivate myself" might sound like a slogan of diligence to others.

But with Mo Chengyue.

This is a blatant death knell.

The translation is:

"The dregs of medicine, it's time to hand over your grain tax."

Mo Chengyue looked up at the sky.

As the sun sets, the afterglow is like blood.

Just like his mood at this moment.

"I'm being targeted by the Holy Maiden during the day, and then I'm being refined by the elders at night."

"This is hardly cultivation!"

"This is clearly playing with fire!"

Mo Chengyue sighed bitterly, resignedly turned around, and headed towards the perpetually snow-covered, chilling Ice Soul Peak.

But what he didn't know was...

Not far behind him.

A red-clad figure stood on the cliff, letting the evening breeze tousle her long hair.

Lin Miaoyin.

She had changed into a brand new red dress, and the shame and indignation on her face had disappeared, replaced by the playful look of a hunter seeing his prey.

She held a tracking butterfly in her hand.

The butterfly was fluttering its wings, persistently pointing in the direction where Mo Chengyue had left.

"I've found you."

"You fatso."

A dangerous smile curled at the corner of Lin Miaoyin's lips.

"No one has ever dared to look at my body and escape unscathed."

Even if you escape to the ends of the earth...

"I'm going to gouge your eyes out too!"

at this time.

Mo Chengyue, who was on his way to Ice Soul Peak to "go to his death," suddenly felt a chill down his back and sneezed three times.

"What happened?"

"Could it be that Elder Leng is already impatient?"

"It's over, it's over, I'm afraid I'll be spending the rest of my old body on that jade bed tonight..."

Night falls.

This is destined to be a sleepless night.