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Qin Sang strolled leisurely in his tranquil courtyard.

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Today is the day of the outer disciple competition.

The host of the grand competition is Bai Hanyan.

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She and her partner soared through the skies together, their love for each other deep and enduring. They were a pair of enviable celestial lovers in Qingyang Guan.

The platform was situated on the bank of a great river, atop the highest peak of Wai Men. Standing at the summit, one could get a glimpse of the Nei Men scenery, thus inspiring the disciples of Wai Men.

Cheers and applause could be heard from the summit now and then.

This is the last match of this competition, which will decide the final winner.

Outer disciples surrounded the stage, cheering on both sides. Some inner disciples even came out to watch the excitement.

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On the platform.

On one side was a boy dressed in yellow, his appearance and temperament both unremarkable.

The other party was a beautiful girl in white.

The girl's skin was as white as snow, and her aura was icy.

She wielded a spirit sword, its blade crystal-clear like it was forged from profound ice, just as cold and beautiful as she.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

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It's obvious that most people are here to see the girl. The cheers and shouts drowned out even the sound of the surging river. A few companions, out of loyalty, tried to cheer on the young man, but their voices were so faint they couldn't even hear themselves. So, they simply turned against him.

"Land Teacher, come on!"

"Take him out!"

"I bet this kid can take five moves from Senior Sister Lu."

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"Three tricks are all there is..."

The light barrier around the platform could not block out sound.

The young boy was engulfed in the roaring waves, utterly alone. He clutched a pitch-black fire stick in his hand, helpless and lost, looking pitifully vulnerable.

The girl's expression did not become complacent because of this. She lightly opened her vermilion lips, "Zhang Shijie, I didn't expect the final opponent to be you. Please give me some advice!"

The boy, however, looked absentminded, with vacant eyes.

It seemed that he was stunned by the grand spectacle around the stage.

The girl frowned.

At this time, a voice from the outer sect attendant announced the start.

As smart as a girl, she saw the opponent's eyes were off, but her mind was firm and she wouldn't be affected. She would give her all no matter who the opponent was!

The girl drew her sword with her right hand, it flew into the air.

Sword qi rippled, the girl's clothes fluttering, leaving everyone outside the ring speechless. Cheers echoed from the outer gate.

Looking at the young boy, he was like a dreamer just waking up, hurriedly raising the pitch-black fire stick in his hand.

As expected, it caused a burst of laughter.

It's hard to imagine who would forge such an ugly magic weapon. Yet, the young man relied on this weapon all the way through the competition, standing on the final stage.

‘Ding!’

The Spirit Sword cut down mercilessly, transforming into a blue sword ray.

Triggered by the sword light, the fire stick also burst forth with a brilliant azure glow, shooting up into the sky in an instant.

Green light and blue light converged, colliding with each other violently.

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For a moment, the sound was deafening, and the figures of the two fighters blurred. A blue-green light swept outwards from the platform, causing the protective barrier to vibrate violently.

The spectators pressed against the edge of the platform, their eyes wide with astonishment. They instinctively leaned back in surprise.

Seeing that the light shield remained intact, I finally let out a breath of relief. My face was filled with surprise as I watched the two fighters on the platform. I hadn't expected such power after just a few exchanges.

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The young girl was also taken aback. The burning stick across from her not only managed to parry her spirit sword, but there was a strange suction force emanating from it, causing her internal spiritual energy to become unstable, even showing signs of boiling.

Mingming, the boy's realm was still a level lower than hers.

This battle cannot be lost!

The young girl gritted her silver teeth, no longer hesitating. She immediately invoked a secret art she had just mastered.

"God Sword Thunderclap Technique!"

With a shriek, the spirit sword let out a long roar. A blue light flashed and it suddenly transformed into a beam of light, striking down at the young man with astonishing power!

"What! Lu shimei has already mastered the Divine Sword Thunderclap Technique!"

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“As expected of a genius!”

The crowd gasped in astonishment.

The pillar of light was like a thunderbolt, its power awe-inspiring, as if it could cleave the mountains in two.

Of course, it couldn't possibly have the true power of a thunderbolt, nor was it the sound of sword qi and thunder. It was a sword technique treasured by the Qingyang Guan, and for a girl to cultivate this technique to such a level was considered a genius in the swordsmanship world.

Outside the platform, Bai Hanqiu looked at the girl with approval. An attendant beside him looked at the young man nervously, his eyes carrying a hint of anticipation.

Before the young man, there was nothing but a fire stick as a barrier.

His face was contorted, blood streaming from his seven orifices. He grabbed a burning poker, its black tip capped with a round crystal that faintly pulsed with a bloody glow. He charged headlong towards the beam of light.

'Boom!'

A clap of thunder.

The platform shook violently.

Blue light and green light are almost indistinguishable.

All eyes were on the platform, everyone silent and tense with anticipation.

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‘Boom boom boom…'

Suddenly, the blue light dimmed and flew back. The girl's face was pale, her breath weak, her spiritual power almost depleted. She struggled to stabilize her figure.

The young man spat out blood, falling from the stage like a torn piece of cloth.

"Lu Shimei won!"

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After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in cheers.

But the girl remained silent, standing there and staring at the boy in a daze.

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"Pathetic!"

The attendant was heartbroken and could naturally see that the young man had retreated at the last moment.

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Bai Hanqiu's eyes aren't bad.

She was about to say something when she suddenly saw a figure standing out from the crowd. The person gave her a slight nod and she thought she must have been seeing things. She stared intently, trying to be sure.

In a low voice, Bai Hanqiu explained a few things to the steward. Ignoring the gazes of his disciples, he turned into a streak of light and flew into the inner gate. Seeing Qin Sang strolling in the mountains, he obediently followed behind. "Disciple greets Master. Did Master just watch us compete"

"In my youth, I was full of vigor and spirit. As a teacher, I take this opportunity to reminisce about the good old days."

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Qin Sang chuckled.

Actually, at the beginning of his cultivation journey, he encountered too many setbacks and didn't have a chance to participate in the sect's grand competition.

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Even after entering Shaolin, this kind of thing could still be avoided if possible.

Bai Hanqiu saw that Qin Sang didn't blame her, and she let out a sigh of relief. She had nothing to say, "That male disciple must have obtained some kind of opportunity. The magic weapon in his hand might be quite extraordinary. Tan Shixiong said that it has the potential to become a higher-level treasure in the future..."

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"It's a blood-forged demonic weapon, but don't mind that. Weapons have no inherent morality; it all depends on the wielder's heart."

Qin Sang hummed noncommittally, knowing exactly what Bai Hanqiu was afraid of.

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He has been in seclusion for so many years, Bai Hanqiu's cultivation hasn't progressed much, it seems he has given up on the path of a cultivator.

This is Bai Hanqiu's own choice, Qin Sang will not interfere.

A shift in tone, Qin Sang asked: "Has the Han family moved out of Dayi"

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Bái Hánqiū nodded repeatedly, reporting to Qín Sāng.

During the Sui Dynasty, it was said that Qingyangguan was where the Dragon of Prosperity emerged. Jiang Xue understood this well and ordered the Hanjiazhuang to relocate, ceding Dui and a vast surrounding territory to Qingyangguan.

Tan Yi'en knew the importance of Qin Sang to the Great Sui, so she sent a steward to oversee it and declared Chaosheng Mountain a holy place.

Bai Hanqiu became the head of the Bai family in modern times.

The Bai family has suddenly become a family of cultivators.

However, the Qin family remained a branch of the Sui imperial clan, enjoying wealth and honor. Unfortunately, they never produced a descendant with the talent for cultivation. Once a descendant with spiritual roots appeared, they would immediately be brought to Qingyang Guan for cultivation.

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