The spell experiments were complete.

  Li Qinghai returned to the Green Bamboo Residence.

  Now, he had mastered three spells.

  The Sword Drawing Technique, the Falling Sword Technique, and the True Flame Technique of Samadhi.

  For most Qi Refining disciples, mastering even one spell was common.

  A few might have the fortune to learn two.

  But a disciple who could master three spells was undoubtedly a genius among geniuses.

  Even Li Qinghai himself was unaware that he had unknowingly joined the ranks of the prodigies.

  Thinking of himself as still a novice, Li Qinghai lay down on his bed and sat cross-legged.

  He muttered to himself.

  "I can't be careless. With my weak talent, there's definitely a huge gap between me and those geniuses. I must use these last few days to adjust to my best state."

  Li Qinghai closed his eyes and began to circulate the Longevity Scroll.

  Though it was unlikely he could break through to the tenth level of Qi Refining in these ten days.

  Any improvement was better than none.

  As a novice, Li Qinghai was now suffering from a severe fear of insufficient power.

  Day by day passed.

  Unknowingly, the Outer Sect Competition had arrived.

  Tomorrow was the day of the competition.

  That night.

  Neither the disciples who signed up to compete nor those who didn't could sleep.

  The competing disciples were naturally training even more fervently.

  While those not competing were excitedly discussing hot topics.

  For example, who would be the top three this year?

  Or which Outer Sect disciples would advance to the Inner Sect.

  Or if there would be any dark horse emerging this year.

  Of course, there were some exceptions among the disciples.

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  In Ye Feng's cave residence.

  He sat on a stone chair.

  In front of him stood three people.

  Ye Feng glanced at the three.

  "You are all Inner Sect disciples who voluntarily demoted yourselves to the Outer Sect during last year's assessment, correct?"

  "Yes, Brother Ye," the three responded.

  "Introduce your strengths," Ye Feng said calmly.

  A slightly shorter disciple spoke up.

  "Brother Ye, my name is Zhao Ming, at the tenth level of Qi Refining. I'm a fire element cultivator, mastering a top-grade Yellow-tier spell!"

  Another tall disciple said.

  "Brother Ye, I'm Wang Long, at the tenth level of Qi Refining, a water element cultivator, mastering a top-grade Yellow-tier spell and possessing a top-grade Magic Artifact!"

  Zhao Ming glanced at Wang Long, slightly surprised.

  A top-grade Magic Artifact wasn't easy to acquire.

  The last disciple, who was thin and weak, spoke slowly.

  "Sun Yan. Tenth level of Qi Refining! Mastering a low-grade Black-tier spell!"

  Upon hearing this, the other two disciples looked at Sun Yan in shock.

  Even Ye Feng couldn't help but take another look at Sun Yan.

  Learning a Black-tier spell in the Outer Sect was no small fortune!

  The power of a Black-tier spell was something Zhao Ming and Wang Long understood well.

  So at this moment, their expressions dimmed a bit.

  They knew with Sun Yan around, they had no chance of being the champion.

  They could only compete for second or third place.

  After learning about their strengths, Ye Feng was quite satisfied.

  "Very good. Do you know why I called you here?"

  All three, being in the Outer Sect, had heard about the grievances between Li Qinghai and Ye Feng.

  Zhao Ming answered first, "Brother Ye, do you want us to deal with Li Qinghai?"

  "Exactly. Whoever among you kills Li Qinghai, I will give you a Golden Yuan Pill when you reach Core Formation!"

  A Golden Yuan Pill!

  Even Sun Yan, who had remained calm, couldn't help but feel excited.

  This was an essential pill for breaking through to Core Formation!

  Though the Golden Yuan Pill could be exchanged for with sect contributions, it required a significant amount.

  Getting it from Ye Feng would save them a lot of time.

  And the price they had to pay was merely to kill Li Qinghai.

  Such an easy task, they had no reason to refuse.

  Zhao Ming immediately expressed his loyalty, "Brother Ye, rest assured, if Li Qinghai encounters us, he will surely die."

  Wang Long echoed, "Brother Ye, if you have time, you can come to the Outer Sect to witness how we eliminate Li Qinghai."

  Sun Yan maintained his expert demeanor, "Li Qinghai will die!"

  Ye Feng was very pleased with their attitudes.

  "Good, then. I'll come to the Outer Sect to see."

  However, thinking about the mysterious disappearance of Ye Kaishan and Ye Chongshan.

  Ye Feng reminded the three.

  "Li Qinghai might have some tricks up his sleeve, so take him seriously."

  The three scoffed at Ye Feng's words.

  Li Qinghai had only been in the sect for a few months.

  Even if he trained day and night, how strong could he become?

  And they had been in the Outer Sect for a whole year.

  All for the rewards of the competition!

  Li Qinghai was no match for them at all.

  Killing Li Qinghai was just a side task.

  To add some flair to their competition.

  Though they thought this way, they still maintained a respectful facade.

  "Brother Ye, you're right. We'll take it seriously."

  "Rest assured, Brother Ye, even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit. We won't hold back."

  Ye Feng waved his hand, "Alright, tomorrow, I'll see how you perform."

  ...

  The next day.

  The Outer Sect Competition arrived as scheduled.

  Thousands of disciples flew on their swords, heading grandly to the competition site.

  Of course, this didn't mean thousands were participating.

  Most were just there to watch the excitement.

  After all, it was an annual event, and skipping a day of training was acceptable.

  Soon, one disciple after another arrived at the foot of the mountain where the Outer Sect Steward Hall was located.

  The hall was on a mountain peak.

  Below the peak, a viewing platform was set up, and in front of it was the competition arena.

  The viewing platform had ten seats.

  But each year, they were never filled.

  No big figures would come to the Outer Sect to watch Qi Refining cultivators duel.

  In the eyes of Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, or even Elemental Infant cultivators.

  Qi Refining cultivators' duels were like child's play.

  However, to show the sect's importance to the competition.

  Each year, a Core Formation steward would be sent to oversee the event.

  Li Qinghai naturally didn't forget the day of the competition.

  He flew from the Green Bamboo Residence and soon arrived at the destination.

  On a clearing outside the arena, Wang Dafu was watching the sky.

  Seeing Li Qinghai's figure, he immediately waved and shouted.

  "Brother, over here."

  Li Qinghai landed.

  He looked at Wang Dafu, then at the ten or so Qi Refining cultivators beside him.

  And these cultivators were all female.

  Li Qinghai secretly transmitted a message.

  "Junior Brother, you should show some restraint..."

  Wang Dafu was stunned, "Brother, you've misunderstood. Didn't I say before that I wanted to boost your morale? Look, here it is."

  Li Qinghai's mouth twitched.

  He didn't expect Wang Dafu to know how to organize a cheerleading squad!

  Such forward-thinking was a bit too advanced.

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