Upon hearing the Foundation Establishment host's words, the participating cultivators began to fly up to the high platform one after another.

  Li Qinghai and Lu Beixue were naturally among them.

  The Foundation Establishment host glanced at the people present and nodded.

  "Not bad, there are about a hundred participants in this competition."

  After a brief compliment, he took out an empty storage bag.

  "Put your identity tokens inside."

  Everyone took out their wooden identity tokens and placed them into the storage bag.

  "Alright, you can go back now."

  All the disciples flew back down to the ground, waiting for the Foundation Establishment host to call their names.

  Soon, the host randomly drew two identity tokens from the storage bag.

  After glancing at the names, he called out.

  "Wang Long, Zhao Jinliang."

  Wang Long flew onto the stage, full of confidence.

  Zhao Jinliang followed suit and flew up as well.

  The two exchanged a few polite words before engaging in battle.

  The disciples below watched while shaking their heads.

  "The gap is too big; Zhao Jinliang is no match at all."

  "Poor Zhao Jinliang, Wang Long is a hot favorite to win."

  ...

  The battle ended quickly.

  Wang Long emerged victorious.

  The Foundation Establishment host drew two more tokens.

  "Qian Liushui, Lu Beixue."

  Li Qinghai glanced at Lu Beixue upon hearing her name.

  "Good luck," Li Qinghai encouraged.

  "Good luck?" Lu Beixue was slightly taken aback, clearly not understanding the phrase.

  "Ahem... it means wishing you triumph."

  "Alright, I will."

  Lu Beixue gracefully floated onto the stage.

  Opposite her stood a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

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  Seeing that Lu Beixue was a beauty, Qian Liushui maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and offered a reminder.

  "Dao Companion, be careful!"

  With that, he conjured a spell.

  "Water Arrow Technique!"

  The spell formed a sharp arrow that shot towards Lu Beixue.

  Lu Beixue remained calm, raising her hand slowly.

  As the water arrow reached her, she lightly tapped with her fingertip.

  Crack...

  The water arrow quickly froze.

  The spell was forced to the ground, shattering into ice shards.

  Then, Lu Beixue formed a small seal with her hands.

  Above Qian Liushui's head, a rain shower appeared.

  The disciples present were all stunned.

  Isn't this the sect's Water Control Technique?

  Also known as the Rain Technique.

  It's just for farming, right?

  What a joke.

  Is Lu Beixue planning to give Qian Liushui a bath?

  Qian Liushui was also taken aback.

  He didn't pay it any mind and let the rain fall.

  However, when the rain hit him, he realized something was wrong.

  The bone-chilling rain made him shiver instantly.

  His body began to freeze rapidly.

  Qian Liushui tried to use spiritual energy to dispel the cold.

  But he found that the spiritual energy inside him seemed to be frozen as well, unable to circulate.

  At this rate, he was at risk of freezing to death.

  Trembling, Qian Liushui quickly shouted.

  "I concede... I concede..."

  Lu Beixue waved her sleeve, and the rain disappeared.

  The disciples below were dumbfounded.

  This...?

  "So strong, isn't this the Rain Technique? How does it have this effect?"

  "Amazing. A ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator couldn't even fight back."

  "Why do I feel like I'm practicing a different Rain Technique than her?"

  ...

  Lu Beixue ignored the astonished gazes of the crowd, flew down from the stage, and returned to Li Qinghai's side.

  Li Qinghai praised her repeatedly, "Impressive, impressive."

  Lu Beixue's lips curled slightly.

  Other compliments meant nothing to her.

  Only Li Qinghai's praise could bring her joy.

  Lu Beixue modestly replied, "It was alright."

  The two chatted while watching the battles on stage.

  After a while, several more battles concluded.

  Finally, it was Li Qinghai's turn.

  The Foundation Establishment host called out.

  "Li Qinghai, Zhao Ling'er."

  Li Qinghai stretched lazily, "Finally, it's my turn."

  Lu Beixue also chimed in, "Good luck."

  Li Qinghai was momentarily surprised, then laughed, "Hahaha, alright, good luck."

  He flew onto the stage.

  Opposite him stood a delicate-looking girl.

  On the high platform, Ye Feng snorted coldly upon seeing Li Qinghai.

  "Your luck is good, not facing those three. I hope you win this time!"

  Below the stage, Lu Beixue glanced at Zhao Ling'er, noticing she was a tenth-level Qi Refining cultivator, and felt a bit worried.

  She quietly communicated.

  "Granny, can Li Qinghai win?"

  Golden Elixir Granny replied calmly, "My True Flame Technique of Samadhi is a secret technique coveted by countless Divine Transformation cultivators. If that boy can grasp even a bit of it, he won't lose."

  Hearing this, Lu Beixue felt slightly reassured.

  But Golden Elixir Granny added.

  "However, Li Qinghai isn't a single spiritual root fire cultivator. With his mixed spiritual roots, he might not even grasp a bit of it."

  Lu Beixue's eyes filled with worry again.

  If Li Qinghai lost, he wouldn't be able to enter the Inner Sect.

  On stage, Zhao Ling'er looked at Li Qinghai.

  "Li Qinghai? I've heard of you. They say you're a good person. I don't want to hit you too hard. You're not my match; concede."

  "…"

  Li Qinghai was a bit speechless.

  This girl.

  Isn't she a bit too confident?

  Li Qinghai pursed his lips, "Dao Companion, let's exchange a move. If I can't handle it, I'll concede."

  "Alright. You make the first move," Zhao Ling'er remained confident.

  Li Qinghai began to channel fire from his dantian.

  A fireball formed in his hand.

  Zhao Ling'er glanced at it, "Fireball Technique, huh."

  Then Zhao Ling'er shook her head, "Your Fireball Technique isn't well-practiced; it's too small. Let me show you mine."

  Zhao Ling'er formed a seal, infusing spiritual energy with both hands.

  A head-sized fireball formed before her.

  Li Qinghai's eyes widened.

  Wow?

  That big?

  Isn't that strong?

  No, I have to make mine bigger too.

  Li Qinghai quickly continued infusing spiritual energy.

  However, even with an additional twenty percent of spiritual energy, his fireball was only the size of a fist.

  The only change was that the flame seemed more solid and the temperature hotter.

  Meanwhile, Zhao Ling'er, who had formed a large fireball, pushed it forward.

  She called out.

  "Li Qinghai, if you can't block it, dodge."

  "…"

  Li Qinghai's mouth twitched; dodging would be too embarrassing, right?

  Seeing the fireball coming his way, Li Qinghai didn't have time to continue forming his fireball.

  He casually threw his small fireball.

  Then he tapped his storage bag, grabbing the Spiritual Water Sword, secretly gathering strength.

  Li Qinghai had a clear plan: if he couldn't win, he'd use the Sword Drawing Technique to slash the big fireball.

  Dodging was not an option.

  Hmph, he was just that stubborn!

  Soon.

  The large and small fireballs collided.

  Boom!

  Flames scattered, falling onto the stage.

  Just as Li Qinghai was about to draw his sword to slash the big fireball, the big fireball suddenly exploded.

  And the small fireball passed through it.

  Zhao Ling'er was stunned as the small fireball shot towards her.

  How could this be?

  Her big fireball lost?!

  Li Qinghai quickly reminded, "Zhao Ling'er, if you can't block it, dodge."

  Zhao Ling'er snapped back to reality.

  Damn it, isn't that my line?

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