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"Master, this is the medicinal soup I have prepared for you."
Ye Xiuyuan stood obediently at the foot of the stage, holding the bowl of medicine with eager anticipation in his eyes.
Realizing the boy's unmasked admiration, Master Han Ying paused, her hand resting on her forehead. A wave of unspoken emotions stirred within her. In recent days, she had been troubled and irritable, yet this young disciple came to serve her at the Cold Moon Palace every day without fail, even enduring her misplaced anger without a word of complaint.
This made her feel a twinge of guilt.
She accepted the bowl and took a sip, allowing a hint of warmth to show on her face. "I see that you have been diligent in your training these days and have made considerable progress."
She beckoned Ye Xiuyuan to step forward and offered him some guidance, which he diligently noted down. Master Han Ying nodded in satisfaction. "Although your innate talent is lacking, you must not be negligent in your cultivation."
Ye Xiuyuan's innate deficiencies meant that after so long in his practice, he had barely reached the Foundation Establishment stage, while Qi Xiao had already attained the Golden Core stage. He clenched his teeth in silence, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face, overshadowed by an undeniable sense of loneliness and despair.
"I am weak and have caused trouble for you, Master."
"This is not your fault," she replied gently. "The technique I have taught you will greatly benefit your condition. With diligent practice day by day, you will eventually overcome your physical limitations."
Ye Xiuyuan felt even more frustrated. He had spent over a decade practicing what felt like a useless technique just to compensate for his shortcomings. Yet during this time, those gifted individuals had left him far behind. Was all his effort merely to become an ordinary person?
Master Han Ying seemed to read his thoughts and spoke softly, "Cultivators live long lives. If you cannot compete with others at the start, then strive to surpass them later; late bloomers can also achieve greatness. It would be foolish to waste time on trivial thoughts and hinder your own progress."
Ye Xiuyuan lowered his head in frustration. "I understand, Master."
She offered him further reassurance. "When your condition improves significantly, I will personally teach you my unique techniques."
"Yes."
While Master Han Ying's heavenly-grade techniques were undoubtedly exceptional, what she possessed was also valuable. Spending so much time laying a foundation just to learn her exclusive methods did not seem worthwhile at all.
Ye Xiuyuan suppressed the gloom in his heart and was about to step back when he heard Master Hanying speak up.
"I heard that you used your physical discomfort as an excuse to skip the lottery for this grand competition?"
Ye Xiuyuan hesitated for a moment, bowing his head submissively. "Yes, Master. I have been feeling unwell these past few days."
"Is it truly physical discomfort, or do you simply not wish to go?"
As soon as the command from the Sect Leader was issued, Master Hanying summoned all disciples, insisting they participate and strive for a spot. Yet Ye Xiuyuan knew his cultivation was low; even if he participated, he would merely be cannon fodder, so it was better not to go at all.
He did not want to openly defy Master Hanying's orders, so he pretended to be ill, hoping to buy some time before the lottery. Suddenly hearing Master Hanying's inquiry made his heart skip a beat, and he immediately knelt down.
"Master, I truly am not sick. However, it was not my intention to avoid it. I am just afraid of losing face for Qingjing Peak and for you, Master."
"I know my abilities are lacking and that I cannot compete with my senior brothers and sisters. So, I would prefer not to attend this competition."
"Your senior sisters will all participate; how can you not go? If you don't attend, people will surely talk. Besides, everyone knows about your heart condition; no one will blame you harshly."
Master Hanying's meaning was clear: even if he was destined to be cannon fodder, he still had to give it a try. Moreover, the Sect Leader intended to select disciples for the upcoming Immortal Sect Competition from this contest.
Ye Xiuyuan was startled and anxious. "Master, has this matter already been decided?"
"The Sect Leader has this plan but has yet to announce it to the entire sect. However, since this competition involves all disciples of the sect, even if another sect competition were held afterward, the results wouldn't differ much."
"Thus, the Sect Leader believes it would be better to select some disciples for focused training first and then conduct another selection right before the Immortal Sect Competition."
"If you wish to participate in the Immortal Sect Competition, you must attend this contest."
"But my cultivation is too low; how can I compete with them?"
Ye Xiuyuan felt lost. If he had more time, he still had half a year to plan slowly. If during that time he could gain some fortune from certain individuals and improve his cultivation, it would naturally be manageable.
But now that time had suddenly advanced, it caught him off guard.
Seeing Master Hanying's meaningful gaze, Ye Xiuyuan immediately bowed respectfully.
"Please guide me, Master, and help me get selected."
Master Hanying waved his hand slightly, and a gentle breeze lifted Ye Xiuyuan from the ground. Then Master Hanying took out a jade slip from his jade ring.
"Master, what is this?"
This technique is called the Dance of Three Thousand, primarily focused on illusionary arts. With its assistance, those in the Foundation Establishment stage will not be your opponents; even disciples in the Golden Core stage can be challenged.
Ye Xiuyuan felt a surge of joy in his heart and quickly expressed his gratitude.
Three days later, the sound of drums thundered in the martial arts arena, and banners fluttered in the wind. The grand competition had already commenced for two hours.
Several platforms had been erected in the arena, and just as one match concluded, an elder held up a jade tablet and called out names.
"Ye Xiuyuan from Qingjing Peak, versus Song Ran from Qingxin Peak."
A disciple dressed in a blue outfit soared onto the platform and cupped his hands in greeting to Ye Xiuyuan, who returned the gesture with a fist salute.
As the drumbeat echoed, the atmosphere on stage shifted dramatically, instantly filled with tension.
"Go for it, Senior Brother Song!"
"Xiao Ran, your cultivation level completely crushes him. Don’t be afraid; Senior Sister believes in you!"
Several disciples gathered around the platform, loudly cheering for Song Ran. In contrast, Ye Xiuyuan’s side appeared rather desolate, with no one to support him.
Seeing this, Yu Miaoyin pushed through the crowd and imitated her opponents by cupping her palms to her lips and shouting loudly.
"Junior Brother Ye, I believe in you!"
Ye Xiuyuan smiled gratefully at her and felt an unwavering confidence within. The illusionary technique bestowed upon him by his master was indeed exquisite. Although Song Ran was at mid Foundation Establishment and had an advantage over him, under the disturbance of the illusions, he was certainly not his match.
Meanwhile, the elder referee raised his hand to signal for the winner.
"In this round, Qi Xiao wins!"
The disciples from Qingxuan Peak erupted in cheers, filled with excitement. The reason was simple: the disciple Qi Xiao had just defeated was from Qingmiao Peak.
Though he was at the bottom of their peak's ranking, defeating him was enough to prove that Qingxuan Peak's disciples were not inferior to those from other peaks.
Jiang Xuan rose awkwardly from the ground, feeling humiliated, with a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.
"Don’t get too proud; your victory over me was merely luck. If I get another chance, I won’t let you off easily!"
Qi Xiao turned to thank everyone around him and was about to step down when he heard those words. He immediately halted and turned to look quietly.
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