Part 2
Even though it was only mental communication, Wen Ying’s coldness was evident.
The system’s voice stopped abruptly.
After a while, the system’s voice sounded again.
【Haha… Host, what kind of joke is this? I’m just a system that exists in your mind to help you complete tasks. I have no physical body. How could you possibly shut me up forever…】
It was exactly the same answer the system gave her in the eighth reincarnation.
Wen Ying sneered.
The system didn’t dare to speak again.
…
The next morning, Wen Ying was prepared to take that slip and finish the competition early to end it all.
However, the plot’s provocation didn’t come, but the moment Wen Ying took out the slip—
the slip was replaced with a stick again using a shape-shifting technique.
It was the same stick, but it looked obviously better.
From a bare stick, it had become a lush stick—tender leaves had grown on it, rather beautiful.
Wen Ying looked at the disciple not far away and quickly understood what had happened.
This disciple was simply a tool.
He simply had some simple bad intentions. He wanted to win, and his only purpose was to win.
He was a direct disciple of the Sword Elder, but compared to other direct disciples, he was always the weakest.
He diligently cultivated every day, even spending ten or a hundred times more time than others, but he could never catch up with the sect master’s direct disciple, Fu Shuangxue, the Order Elder’s direct disciple, Wen Meng… and everyone else.
Wen Ying could answer this question.
Because he was the only one among the direct disciples who wasn’t a main character…
He just wanted to prove himself in this Trial of Immortals.
He knew he couldn’t beat all the direct disciples, but at least he wanted to be among the ten!
However, when he got his slip and saw Wen Meng’s slip—he was shocked.
He actually bumped into Wen Meng in the first round!
He was desperate, he wanted to cry, but at this moment, a voice sounded in his mind.
“If you want to win, I can help you.”
“Who are you?” The disciple was instantly alert.
“Who I am is not important… you and I simply have the same goal. Do you want to hear my plan?”
The disciple couldn’t afford to lose anymore. He was desperate!
That person’s plan was to use Wen Ying to defeat Wen Meng. At the same time, by changing the slips, the disciple could also compete with a weaker disciple and ensure a win.
The reason for using Wen Ying was that she was the easiest to provoke, had the lowest cultivation, and it was difficult to detect the slip change. At the same time, Wen Meng and Wen Ying… had a secret relationship. As long as this relationship was revealed to Wen Ying, Wen Ying would definitely attack Wen Meng. With Wen Meng’s cultivation, she wouldn’t be in mortal danger, but she would certainly not be able to participate in the Trial of Immortals, and would no longer be a threat to this disciple.
This disciple struggled for a long time.
In the end, his eagerness to win overcame his conscience, and he chose to accept the person’s plan.
Thus, came the scene in the lottery.
However…
He never imagined that the slip he had exchanged was actually a stick!!
It didn’t even look like a slip; with this thing, he would definitely lose his eligibility to compete, which was worse than his original slip; at least he could participate!!
That disciple looked at the stick for a whole night.
Desperately, he cast various spells on the stick, eventually planting it in the spirit soil, channeling his true qi, kneeling, and kowtowing, hoping the slip would grow back.
Then, after a night…
The slip didn’t grow back, but the leaves did.
The stick probably had to thank this disciple for successfully helping it revive and rediscovering its joy as a tree.
The disciple, holding the lush stick, fell into complete silence.
After much thought and deliberation, he finally made a heavy decision.
He had to change the slip back.
Anyway, he would also give Wen Meng the softening powder, even without Wen Ying, he would definitely be able to defeat Wen Meng!
Although it was riskier than the original plan, it was better than…
He took out the stick, tears welling up in his eyes.
It was better than not being able to compete.
So that’s how it was.
Wen Ying found the lush stick quite pleasing.
It just so happened that the top of her cave was stripped bare by Xiao Hei. If she could plant a tree, it wouldn’t be bad.
But…
Wen Ying touched her nose.
She really didn’t expect the disciple to change it back, so…
Actually, in order to lose faster, Wen Ying had replaced the softening powder that Wen Meng had given the disciple with invigorating incense.
It was one of the medicines Wen Ying had casually refined in the previous fifty-one reincarnations.
Similar to the “Power Pill” mentioned by Lin Yu before, it could temporarily increase cultivation, but unlike Lin Yu’s “Power Pill,” it had no side effects, making it a compliant medicine.
Looking at Wen Meng’s energetic appearance, the invigorating incense had clearly taken effect.
Wen Meng and that disciple drew number one.
And Wen Ying’s original slip, the stick, was the last one, number seventy.
Since she was here, she might as well watch the performance and see what happened first.
Wen Ying walked to the side to watch the competition.
Many other disciples were also waiting and gossiping excitedly.
The war correspondent had obviously brought a lot of fun to the Xunxian Sect disciples’ lives. Without her, the Xunxian Sect would have lost a lot of after-dinner conversation.
“Did you hear? Someone entered the forbidden area last night.”
“Why would they enter the forbidden area? You can’t go there!”
“Oh, didn’t the Exam God appear there last time? She went to worship the Exam God!”
“And then? And then?”
“Then…”
Before the disciple finished speaking, Xu Mofeng’s voice interrupted from the stage.
“My dear young friends, the time of Chen has arrived, the Trial of Immortals—officially begins!”
The disciples turned their heads, naturally ending their idle chatter.
Tsk.
Xu Mofeng’s timing was really bad.
Wen Ying was quite curious about what happened to the disciple who entered the forbidden area.
Unfortunately, this interruption from Xu Mofeng meant the disciple no longer thought about it, and even mind-reading couldn’t reveal the subsequent events.
“Next, please have the two disciples with number one come on stage,” Xu Mofeng extended an arm and smiled.
Wen Meng immediately walked onto the stage.
And that disciple, looking at the slip in his hand, could only grit his teeth and walk onto the stage.
“Senior Brother, please.” Wen Meng bowed to the disciple, slightly bowing her head, a polite gesture.
“Junior Sister, please!” The disciple was also desperate.
With the effect of the softening powder…he didn’t believe he couldn’t beat Wen Meng, even after she took the softening powder.
At Xu Mofeng’s command, the first match began immediately.
The disciple focused, his qi sinking into his dantian. He suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, his qi surging around him, appearing very powerful!
He had been practicing hard for this day. He wanted to show his best side to everyone in the sect!
Compared to the disciple’s flamboyant display, Wen Meng was clearly much simpler.
Without a word, she stepped forward, rushed to the disciple, and delivered an uppercut to his chin.
With a “whoosh,” the disciple, along with his long sword and surging qi, shot into the sky like a rocket.
Yes, although Wen Meng had a cute appearance, with her round eyes constantly blinking, two pigtails hanging down from both sides of her shoulders, and two small dimples appearing when she smiled, she was…
A pure body cultivator!
Author’s Note:
I said there would be six updates today, but it’s shorter… because I wasn’t feeling well today, I was constantly a little drowsy QAQ, my thoughts weren’t very clear, I’ll update more tomorrow!