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At this moment, Six Elder suddenly realized and quickly gestured to Feng Buqun.

"Senior Brother, you are truly meticulous!"

"In that case, there's no need for us two Senior Brothers to go down and compete!"

The two were secretly musing to themselves.

A figure flew over.

It was Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing flew to the top of this Great Grace Peak.

His figure landed on a high platform beside the competition arena.

Unusually, Little Hei and Little Ga, who were usually like shadows, were nowhere to be seen this time.

The two little fellows, having unlocked Space Divine Ability and Rapid Speed Divine Ability respectively, no longer clung to Zhong Qing every day.

Now, they often flew out to play.

It seemed they also had a good relationship with Nine Elder of the sect, often going to nearby cities to play together.

Every time they returned, they would thoughtfully bring Zhong Qing different kinds of wine.

Zhong Qing couldn't help but sigh.

These two little fellows are becoming more and more sensible now.

At this moment, Zhong Qing, without his attendants, was enjoying his freedom.

He took out his swallowing sky gourd and took a sip of the mellow wine inside.

The swallowing sky gourd, capable of holding all things, was filled with wine in Zhong Qing's hands.

It was all brought back by Little Hei and Little Ga in recent days.

Zhong Qing took a sip and couldn't help but smile.

"This wine is truly fragrant."

And below the high platform.

In the competition arena, Feng Buqun and Six Elder exchanged glances.

They both let out a smile that only they understood.

Master is showing off his only swallowing sky gourd again!

"Cough, cough, Master!"

"The competition venue is ready, and all the Disciple Brothers in the sect today are here!"

Feng Buqun said respectfully, cupping his hands.

Zhong Qing sat on a small folding stool on the high platform, looking down, and nodded indifferently.

He motioned for Feng Buqun to proceed as normal.

Feng Buqun also nodded, then tapped his foot on the ground.

His figure floated in mid-air, with an ethereal aura and fluttering robes. His figure was higher than the Disciple Brothers in the arena, yet slightly lower than Zhong Qing on the high platform.

He spoke in a deep voice, announcing the rules of the competition.

"Dear Disciple Brothers, according to Master's decree, we gather today to hold a competition.

"The competition is only for sparring, not for killing."

"We are all Master's Disciples, so there are no realm restrictions for the competition."

"Among Disciple Brothers, whoever wishes to showcase or hone themselves, simply step forward; two by two, you will spar with each other."

"Those who perform exceptionally will receive rewards from Master."

"Of course, to ensure the relative fairness of the competition."

"I, myself, and the various Elders holding positions within the sect, will not participate in the competition."

Saying this, Feng Buqun also turned and cupped his hands, bowing slightly to Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing looked and also nodded.

He hadn't expected that Feng Buqun and the various Elders would be quite humble.

As Feng Buqun finished his explanation, the various Elders also stood around the venue, acting as controllers of the competition.

Feng Buqun did the same, standing aside with Six Elder.

In the arena, someone quickly stepped forward voluntarily.

It was a young cultivator of the Sanyin Realm. With a nimble leap, he emerged from the crowd.

He landed steadily on the bluestone floor in the center of the arena, surrounded by everyone.

Being in everyone's sight, he appeared a little timid.

But he looked up and met Zhong Qing's gaze, and Zhong Qing nodded to him unreservedly.

Within the Phoenix Feather Sect.

If Feng Buqun and the various Elders might still harbor some subtle intentions towards Zhong Qing.

But for the younger generation of Disciples, Zhong Qing was already a god-like existence.

At the age of twenty, with two fierce beasts by his side, even the sect master was his Disciple.

It's easy to imagine the younger generation's adoration for Zhong Qing.

After meeting Zhong Qing's gaze, the young cultivator was filled with drive.

He scanned the entire arena with his head held high and chest out.

"Greetings, Disciple Brothers! I am Master's 12,078th Disciple!"

"Who will spar with me?"

This Disciple, ranked twelve thousand, was almost the youngest junior Disciple.

After he spoke, another broad-figured cultivator immediately jumped in.

"Junior Brother, I am your 8,895th Senior Brother, today I will spar with you!"

"Excuse me!"

The two stepped back, separating to opposite ends of the arena.

They bowed to each other, then charged towards each other to attack.

As Disciples of Zhong Qing, their strengths were actually not inferior.

Neither held back, and a hearty battle ensued.

The later entrant's realm was slightly higher; he was in the Three Yang Realm.

Both unleashed Phoenix Feather Sect techniques, with colorful profound energy transforming into streams of light and light feathers clashing.

At first, the Senior Brother who entered later held back a bit.

He clearly wasn't using his full power as a Three Yang Realm cultivator.

But soon, the young Junior Brother began to move nimbly.

"What fast footwork, whose Disciple was this originally?"

Feng Buqun praised, and Seventh Elder, not far away, smiled very calmly.

"He is indeed from my tutelage."

To be accepted as Zhong Qing's Disciple based on seniority within the sect.

It was either due to outstanding cultivation or astonishing talent.

This young cultivator of the Sanyin Realm clearly belonged to the latter.

His swift speed made many Disciple Brothers in the arena click their tongues in amazement.

As the battle deepened.

The young Disciple's movements became increasingly fast, and the Senior Brother who entered later missed several profound energy clashes, hitting empty ground.

"Senior Brother, excuse me!"

The young Disciple became more and more at ease.

However, the Senior Brother opposite him was not too anxious. Although his movements were slower, countless attacks struck his body, yet clearly caused no substantial damage.

In fact, even his clothes showed no damage.

The reason for this.

Not only was there a cultivation gap between the Sanyin Realm and the Three Yang Realm.

But also, it was due to this Senior Brother's own cultivation tendency; his Xuanniao brocade outer robe was subtly wrapped in a layer of profound energy that was hard to see clearly.

"Oh? This is Eighth Elder's Xuanniao Adamant Armor Art!"

Feng Buqun stroked his beard, his eyes showing admiration.

Outside the arena, Eighth Elder, who was maintaining order and observing the match, waved his hand casually.

"My Disciple is in a higher realm after all, it's nothing to boast about."

Although he said so, a hint of pride appeared on Eighth Elder's face.

After all, that was the full-force attack of a true Sanyin Realm expert.

Moreover, the Phoenix Feather Sect itself prioritized offense over defense, making his Disciple's performance even more valuable.