The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 16: Like Art

The competition began.

This generation of disciples had been in the sect for half a year and had generally reached the Yuan Dan realm in their cultivation.

The Grand Dao Sect, after all, was one of the most powerful sects in the First Heavenly Layer, and its disciples naturally had top-tier talent.

Three months of full Qi Gathering made someone a genius, while six months made them a relatively ordinary talent.

The majority of Grand Dao Sect disciples reached the peak of Qi Gathering within three to five months, before beginning to break through to the next level.

On the arena, the disciples' movements already looked quite proficient, as they were all at the Yuan Dan realm, a level that, in the mortal world, would make them formidable cultivators.

In fact, disciples from large sects, when sent out for training in the early stages, might not be able to beat the experienced wandering cultivators. However, as time passed, the disciples from major sects would grow stronger and stronger.

For a major sect, the Yuan Dan realm was just the beginning.

But for many wandering cultivators, it could already be the limit of their cultivation.

A disciple displayed impressive skills, drawing gasps of admiration from the crowd.

Not long after, Yue Hongling took the stage.

By now, Yue Hongling had earned some recognition in the Grand Dao Sect. At just seventeen days in Qi Gathering, she directly broke the sect's Qi Gathering record.

She almost even broke the entire First Heavenly Layer's Qi Gathering record. Add to that her stunning beauty and those impossibly long legs, which seemed to go on forever, and it was no wonder that she left a lasting impression on everyone.

As soon as Yue Hongling stepped onto the stage, cheers and awe filled the air.

However, there were still some eyes that couldn’t stop glancing at Lu Ye.

Because this man had actually told Yue Hongling to get lost...

Yue Hongling was angry. Now at the fifth layer of Yuan Dan, her cultivation speed was rapid. Her opponent was only newly promoted to Yuan Dan.

With a single step, she moved faster than her opponent could react. Before the other could even perceive her, the red wine-colored figure flickered and she had already soared off the stage, like riding the clouds.

Too fast!

Many watching elders nodded in approval, realizing what a promising talent Yue Hongling was. Many had originally underestimated her, thinking her talent was average.

After a while, Chu Ling's name appeared.

She had really joined the Grand Dao Sect.

"Young Master, I’m going," Chu Ling said gently.

Lu Ye looked forward, indifferent, ignoring her.

A trace of bitterness appeared in Chu Ling’s eyes, and her heart ached with a sharp, unrelenting pain.

The way Lu Ye was acting now made her yearn for the past when he treated her so well.

Of course, she also regretted just how foolish she had been!

This scene, witnessed by everyone, left many of the male disciples grinding their teeth in frustration.

What was he trying to do?

And what about this beautiful girl?

How could such a gorgeous girl be acting like this?

She was clearly chasing after him like a lovesick fool?

Chu Ling stepped onto the arena.

Her opponent was also a female disciple. Chu Ling was about to make her move when the opponent spoke first.

"Junior Sister, what are you doing? He has already humiliated you, yet you still cling to him? As female cultivators, we are no weaker than men."

"I see that you have strong abilities and exceptional looks, and you practice swordsmanship. Your actions are truly tarnishing the reputation of female cultivators and sword cultivators alike."

"If you are being oppressed or threatened by him, just tell me. I will make sure you get justice!"

Chu Ling listened to the words and gently shook her head.

"Everything I’ve done is my own choice. To me, the Young Master is more important than even the swordsmanship. Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister."

The senior sister's eyes widened.

"Do you know what nonsense you’re speaking?"

A cultivator of the sword way, and yet the sword way isn’t the strongest to you?

"Every word that Chu Ling speaks is from the heart!"

"Alright, fine, if you won’t listen, then I’ll wake you up myself today!"

Not far away, Sun Ruowei heard Chu Ling’s words and couldn’t help but glance at Bai Qiulan, then at Lu Ye.

Lu Ye looked impeccable, handsome and gentle, like a cool breeze in the mountains or the bright moon in the sky.

But... with this appearance, there are at least 80,000 men in the world who are as handsome, if not more so, than him. Even in the Grand Dao Sect, there are more than a handful of men who are more handsome than him.

What could make Chu Ling so completely devoted to him?

And that terrifying title, "Sister Bai!"

No, I must investigate this thoroughly.

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Lu Ye ignored the multitude of gazes locked onto him, casually glancing around. He didn’t care how they looked at him; his Dao heart had been reshaped and was now even more stable than in his past life.

Such fleeting gazes were not worth mentioning.

That senior sister attacked fiercely, holding a long sword. Like a breeze, three figures surrounded Chu Ling and began their assault.

Chu Ling moved!

A light gleamed like a swimming fish, like a lightning strike.

Sparks flew as the sword tips intertwined.

The black demon sword's blade stopped just at the female disciple’s throat.

The disciple’s hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, her eyes filled with shock.

Not just her, many in the audience were equally shocked.

The elder overseeing the match had a look of horror in his eyes. He was a swordsmanship elder, and he could sense the purity and power of Chu Ling’s sword intent.

For someone so deeply immersed in love, to be able to refine sword intent to such a degree... If she were to focus entirely on the Great Dao, would she not soar to new heights?

Some even thought of finding a chance to kill Lu Ye, thereby ending the obsession of this sword cultivator who was distracted by love.

"Thank you for the match!"

Chu Ling sheathed her sword and said softly.

"Bai Lan Peak’s Chu Ling, victory!"

Chu Ling jumped down from the arena and hurried over to Lu Ye’s side.

"Young Master, I won."

Chu Ling’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Lu Ye, almost waiting for his praise.

Lu Ye closed his eyes, in a state of deep calm, completely ignoring her.

Chu Ling felt a bit disheartened. It had been a long time since she had heard any compliments from him.

What she had once taken for granted, now she found herself longing for.

This scene was witnessed by many, and countless men in the crowd felt intense resentment towards Lu Ye. Their anger toward him was enough to resurrect a hundred evil sword immortals.

Some of the sword cultivator elders even grew more hostile toward Lu Ye.

After the four matches, it was Lu Ye’s turn.

Seeing him step onto the stage, more people now recognized his name.

"Gu Qing, go for it! Defeat him!"

"Let others see that a man who doesn’t know how to cherish a woman is no good!"

"Make sure to trample him thoroughly!"

The crowd cheered for a disciple named Gu Qing. Lu Ye wasn’t particularly familiar with this name; they must have just crossed paths by chance.

However, he was quite familiar with a young man named Liu Yishui, who was cheering the loudest from the crowd.

Gu Qing stepped onto the stage.

The match began!

Gu Qing was about to speak, but Lu Ye threw a punch.

A transparent fist mark, the size of a grinding wheel, shot out with incredible speed toward Gu Qing.

Gu Qing was shocked and quickly shouted in anger, swinging his long blade fiercely.

The sword light shattered, and both the man and the sword were sent flying off the stage. A large spurt of blood followed, spraying freely.

The surrounding commotion abruptly fell silent.

"Thank you for the match!"

Lu Ye stepped off the arena, his demeanor as calm as the wind, his appearance leaving # Nоvеlight # people speechless.

The power of that punch struck at everyone’s heart.

Fast, precise, ruthless.

Like an art form!