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Chapter 221 The once virtuous and upright senior disciple of the sect has turned evil! (20)

"My goodness, it was over before I even realized it. That was so fast!"

"They took down the other nine people so easily."

"Can any of you tell what level of cultivation Luo Yunche has?"

The audience, recovering from their shock, stared wide-eyed and began to discuss animatedly in Luo Yunche's direction.

"Tch, so ignorant."

Feng Lan, sitting below the stage, arrogantly mocked the people from other sects, but his eyes betrayed an undisguised sense of pride.

"I know my senior brother is powerful, but I've never seen him actually fight. He's so awesome."

"Senior Sister Feng, do you know what cultivation level our Senior Brother is at now?"

The Qingmiao Sect disciples who came to watch the match asked Fenglan curiously about it.

“My cultivation level is not as high as my senior brother’s, but I heard the sect leader mention it before we went to the secret realm last time.”

Feng Lan pinched her chin with one hand, pretending to think. She usually didn't bother to communicate with these disciples, but she became interested when it came to Luo Yunche.

"Back then, my senior brother had just entered the Nascent Soul stage. Now he's probably grown a bit more and should be in the mid-Nascent Soul stage."

After Feng Lan finished speaking, she nodded proudly, as if she were the one with the Nascent Soul cultivation.

"My senior brother seems to be only in his early twenties, my goodness! His cultivation speed is amazing!"

After hearing Feng Lan's words, they couldn't help but marvel, feeling both admiration and envy for Luo Yunche.

Mo Xuan, who was openly eavesdropping, smiled.

Nascent Soul, huh, that's hilarious.

This person's cultivation level was already at the ceiling level; after all, he was the protagonist, and a protagonist who had been reborn countless times.

"Alright, alright, I'm not talking to you anymore, Senior Brother is coming down."

Although Feng Lan was chatting, her eyes were constantly on Luo Yunche. When she saw him leave the stage, she immediately stopped talking.

Hearing her words, Mo Xuan also looked at the man.

"Senior Brother, you've worked hard."

Feng Lan eagerly went to greet him.

"Everyone's competition is over. More than half of our Qingmiao Sect members advanced in the first round, which is the most of any sect. Senior Brother, do you think we should celebrate together?"

Feng Lan stopped in front of Luo Junche, looking at him with expectant eyes.

The other disciples of Qingmiao Sect were all at an age where they loved to play, and their eyes lit up when they heard Feng Lan mention celebrating.

But Luo Yunche remained unmoved by the expectations of the crowd. He first looked at the crowd not far away, and then turned his gaze to Feng Lan. Even though it hadn't started yet, an invisible pressure was already spreading from all around him.

"It's only the first round of the competition. The opponents you will face will only get stronger and stronger. Instead of celebrating before the end, you should spend that time studying your opponents."

After saying that, Luo Yunche glanced around at everyone, said nothing more, and turned to leave without looking back.

The people around seemed to be talking about something again because of this, but Mo Xuan didn't care.

She stared blankly at Luo Junche's retreating figure, not following him immediately.

An overwhelming wave of bitterness surged up, my heart ached, and the whole world seemed shrouded in gray, with only that patch of white in the distance remaining.

He's like a walking corpse now, numbly playing the role of the top disciple of Qingmiao Sect, maintaining that ridiculous plot. It seems that he only comes alive when he's facing her.

He had previously downplayed the impact of these experiences on him, and Mo Xuan didn't feel a strong sense of reality until he witnessed them firsthand. Only then did he realize how much these experiences had affected him and understand his obsession.

Because his experiences were all illusions, he longed for that little bit of reality.

Even though they were utterly disgusted with this world, they still endured repeating the same plot they had experienced countless times.

She was just afraid that if it happened again, she would disappear again.

She was wrong all along…