As the elimination rounds progressed, the number of participants dwindled.


    Soon, it was Lu Beixue''s turn again.


    This time, Lu Beixue faced a formidable Qi Refining tenth-level cultivator.


    Of course, no matter how strong, he was no match for Lu Beixue.


    However, this time Lu Beixue changed her usual approach and didn''t finish the battle quickly.


    In the eyes of many, this was a closely contested duel.


    Only Lu Beixue knew in her heart.


    She needed to prolong the fight to give Li Qinghai more time to recover his spiritual energy.


    After witnessing Li Qinghai''s impressive and terrifying duel earlier, Lu Beixue''s back-and-forth battle seemed less interesting to the audience.


    They began reminiscing about Li Qinghai''s duel.


    "Li Qinghai''s duel was truly eye-opening. Compared to him, the others seem weak."


    "Heh, you weren''t saying that earlier. I remember you said Li Qinghai was unlucky to face Wang Long and would miss the top ten."


    "My bad. I didn''t expect Li Qinghai to have such a powerful sword technique hidden up his sleeve!"


    "Indeed. That sword technique is terrifying, comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator''s strike."


    "Speaking of which, does anyone know what sword technique Li Qinghai used?"


    "If we knew, would we still be standing here?"


    ...


    Meanwhile, in Liu Daoyuan''s cave residence.


    He watched the scene of Lu Beixue''s duel in the mirror, finding it dull.


    With Liu Daoyuan''s perspective, he could easily see that Lu Beixue was in control and could have won long ago.


    Dragging it out made the match feel like an old woman''s foot-binding cloth—smelly and long.


    He didn''t care much for these Qi Refining cultivators'' duels; he was mainly there to watch Li Qinghai.


    At that moment, a voice came from outside the cave residence.


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    "Is the sect master here?"


    Liu Daoyuan waved his hand, opening the cave.


    "Jian Jiu, come in."


    Seeing Jian Jiu enter, Liu Daoyuan greeted him with concern.


    "Have your injuries healed?"


    "Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I''m fine now."


    "That''s good."


    Jian Jiu noticed Liu Daoyuan watching something with the mountain patrol mirror and asked.


    "Senior brother, what are you watching?"


    "Hahaha, you''re just in time. Li Qinghai is participating in the Outer Sect Competition. Come and watch."


    Li Qinghai?


    When Jian Jiu brought Li Qinghai back, Li Qinghai was unconscious.


    Naturally, he didn''t know Li Qinghai''s name.


    But connecting it to Liu Daoyuan''s mention of the Outer Sect Competition, he guessed.


    "Is it the kid I brought back?"


    "Exactly."


    Jian Jiu became curious, pulled up a chair, and sat next to Liu Daoyuan.


    Looking into the mountain patrol mirror, he didn''t see Li Qinghai.


    "Senior brother, is this what you wanted to show me?"


    Liu Daoyuan smiled slightly, "Since you''re here, I must show you Li Qinghai''s performance."


    Saying this, Liu Daoyuan waved his hand.


    The scene in the mountain patrol mirror began to rewind.


    If Li Qinghai saw this, he''d be shocked.


    Goodness.


    It even has a playback function.


    How advanced.


    Soon, the scene in the mountain patrol mirror returned to Li Qinghai''s first appearance.


    Jian Jiu watched for a moment, slightly surprised.


    "I didn''t expect this kid not only reached Qi Refining ninth level but also mastered a decent fire technique."


    Jian Jiu could tell Li Qinghai wasn''t using a simple fireball technique.


    But being a sword cultivator, he didn''t know what specific fire technique it was.


    Liu Daoyuan smiled slightly and waved his sleeve again.


    "It''s not just a fire technique."


    Soon, the scene froze at the moment Li Qinghai drew the Spiritual Water Sword.


    Watching Li Qinghai draw his sword!


    Jian Jiu''s eyes narrowed.


    Liu Daoyuan asked, "Junior brother, can you discern anything?"


    Jian Jiu, slightly dazed, murmured, "This... seems like... the Falling Sword Technique of Ancestor Qingyun?"


    Liu Daoyuan nodded slightly, "Since you''re sure, it must be right. Li Qinghai indeed mastered the Falling Sword Technique."


    Jian Jiu looked at Liu Daoyuan, shocked, "Is it really the Falling Sword Technique? But wasn''t it lost long ago? In the sect, only the Sunset Sword Art from Ancestor Qingyun''s direct disciple remains."


    Liu Daoyuan explained, "Did you forget the second floor of the Library Pavilion? We searched there back then."


    Jian Jiu was suddenly shaken, "Are you saying Li Qinghai obtained the ancestor''s legacy on the second floor of the Library Pavilion?"


    Liu Daoyuan nodded, "Exactly."


    Jian Jiu immediately stood up.


    Liu Daoyuan was puzzled, "Junior brother, where are you going?"


    Jian Jiu flicked his sleeve, disappearing from the cave residence, but his voice lingered.


    "To the Outer Sect!"


    Liu Daoyuan roughly understood what Jian Jiu intended to do and exhaled lightly.


    "Well, the Nine Peaks should have a disciple too!"


    ...


    At this moment.


    At the arena.


    Li Qinghai''s spiritual energy had almost fully recovered.


    He awoke from his breathing exercise.


    Looking around, he didn''t see Lu Beixue.


    He got up and glanced at the stage.


    He found Lu Beixue still engaged in a duel.


    But the duel seemed strange.


    It appeared to have been going on for a long time.


    The cultivator opposite Lu Beixue was sweating profusely, almost exhausted.


    Meanwhile, Li Qinghai heard some disciples complaining.


    "How long will this duel last? I want to see the next match."


    "It''s been a stick of incense time; I''m tired of watching."


    Li Qinghai understood.


    Lu Beixue was clearly buying time for him to recover his spiritual energy.


    This silly girl.


    Li Qinghai felt his Dao heart... faintly cracking again.


    Li Qinghai flew up from his spot.


    Lu Beixue immediately noticed Li Qinghai''s figure.


    Knowing Li Qinghai had recovered, she could end the duel.


    Lu Beixue quickly formed a hand seal.


    Several ice spikes shot toward the opposing disciple.


    The opposing disciple didn''t expect Lu Beixue''s sudden fierce attack.


    Caught off guard, he was blasted off the stage.


    The Foundation Establishment host, seeing the match end, finally exhaled a sigh of relief, almost falling asleep from waiting.


    Lu Beixue won, and this round concluded.


    He placed Lu Beixue''s identity token back into the Storage Bag for a new draw.


    Checking the remaining tokens in the Storage Bag, there were four left!


    Finally, it was time for the most intense and exciting top three competition.


    The top three were crucial, requiring the Golden Elixir steward to personally draw the tokens.


    So the Foundation Establishment host brought the Storage Bag to the Golden Elixir steward.


    The Golden Elixir steward understood and casually drew two tokens.


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