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Chapter 182

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And at the same time——

Yuan Yao, sitting in the waiting area, frowned slightly.

She never expected Lu Xiangxiang to have such a trump card.

It must be that the first thing Lu Xiangxiang did after her rebirth was to contract a qilin beast; otherwise, another possibility is that the qilin beast has been following her since before her rebirth.

Yuan Yao stared at Lu Xiangxiang on the stage, but she showed little emotional fluctuation.

Because she had long known that, as the female lead, Lu Xiangxiang would naturally not be weak, nor would she be so simple.

Cang Li said in a low voice: "If you ever want to beat her, you have to bring us along. This Lu Xiangxiang is no simpleton, and she's full of dirty tricks; if she deliberately schemes against you, you'll be in trouble."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao looked up at Cang Li.

She said solemnly: "Third senior brother, rest assured. If we can gang up on her, let's do it first."

In the future, she will contract many spirit beasts; the more beasts, the greater her strength!

Even if her senior brothers and sisters aren't by her side, she can still meet Lu Xiangxiang once and beat her once!

At that moment, an uproar spread.

——Lu Xiangxiang won.

Lu Xiangxiang wore a proper smile, neither arrogant nor impatient, as she stepped down from the stage.

Almost everyone's gaze in the venue fell upon her.

And Lu Xiangxiang glanced at Yuan Yao provocatively, the corner of her mouth clearly mocking.

Yuan Yao didn't get angry; instead, she smiled and clapped for her.

"Junior Sister Lu, you're amazing!"

Lu Xiangxiang's expression froze slightly, and she quickly guessed Yuan Yao's intention.

She returned to the waiting area.

At this moment, all the disciples in the waiting area regarded Lu Xiangxiang as a formidable rival.

Lu Xiangxiang's sharpness had already begun to show.

The competition was still ongoing.

Yuan Yao drew number five; her opponent was a female disciple of the Dual Poles Sect. They fought for a long time, and she finally won by a narrow margin.

…

Nineteen matches ended.

Out of thirty-eight people, nineteen were eliminated.

Among the remaining nineteen were the Qianshan Six Disciples, Lu Xiangxiang, Xiao Zhufeng, Di Qingye, Ling Huya, Nan Feiyan, Fu Qianli, Dongfangxiu, Man Yue, and Wanqi Wujian, among others.

The next round of the competition continued.

The nineteen people drew lots simultaneously.

Yuan Yao drew a blank lot, meaning she could directly receive a bye and advance to the top ten.

The crowd remarked: "I never expected the lucky one this year to be Yuan Yao! Yes, her cultivation is the lowest among these nineteen; logically, she should have been eliminated in this round, yet she drew the bye! Heaven really is favoring her!"

And Lu Xiangxiang noticed that Yuan Yao had drawn the bye, and she lowered her voice with a half‑smile: "Sixth senior sister, you really are lucky—though I don't know if you'll keep this luck going forward."

Yuan Yao raised an eyebrow and smiled upon hearing that.

"How so? Are you jealous of me?"

Lu Xiangxiang's face suddenly changed, her eyes gloomy, as if someone had pierced her innermost secret thoughts.

She lowered her eyes, adjusted her emotions, then gave a light chuckle: "Sixth senior sister, I hope we don't meet in the upcoming matches; otherwise, I won't go easy on you."

"Have you ever gone easy on me?" Yuan Yao stared intently at her, "Drop your false smile."

Lu Xiangxiang suddenly thought of something, and she smiled confidently: "Yuan Yao, we are ultimately different."

Yuan Yao nodded in agreement: "Exactly, you're more ungrateful."

Lu Xiangxiang's face instantly darkened.

For a moment, scenes from her past life flashed through her mind.

Ungrateful?

She didn't think so.

If the world wrongs her, she will kill the world.

Lu Xiangxiang simply doesn't need the insincere affection of these Carefree Sect people.

Lu Xiangxiang looked at Yuan Yao with a contemptuous, disdainful gaze, slowly shaking her head, "As expected, she's been spoiled growing up, naive and ignorant."

"What are you whispering about?" At that moment, Cang Li suddenly came over, interrupting their conversation.

Lu Xiangxiang felt intense dislike for Cang Li in her heart, and coldly said, "Nothing."

Seeing that she no longer pretended to be a frail junior sister, Cang Li raised their eyebrows, yet their heart grew even more wary.

At this moment.

The list of eighteen people's lottery matchups has been announced.

Number one, Chongxu Sect's Xiao Zhufeng versus Tai Sui Sect's Man Yue.

Number two, Carefree Sect's Song Yan versus a Holy Gate disciple.

Number three, Carefree Sect's Ying Wuji versus Carefree Sect's Cang Li.

Number four, Holy Gate's Ling Huya versus Thunder Sect's Nan Feiyan.

Number five, Carefree Sect's Lu Xiangxiang versus Heaven Illumination Gate's Fu Qianli.

Number six, Carefree Sect's Xiao Lingwei versus Tai Sui Sect's Dongfangxiu.

Number seven, Carefree Sect's Xue Jin versus an Extreme Poles Sect disciple.

Number eight, White Crane Sect's Wanqi Wujian versus a Holy Gate disciple.

Number nine, Holy Gate's Zhai Qingye versus a disciple of the Dual Extremes Sect.

Yuan Yao levitated.

And at this moment, Cang Li saw that his opponent was actually Ying Wuji, glaring at Ying Wuji with a face full of resentment, "Why did you have to draw the number three lot!"

"Third Senior Brother, you're not confident you can beat me?" Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly.

Cang Li: "……"

Ying Wuji proposed, "How about letting Mo Yang out to spar a few rounds with me?"

Mo Yang is the black dragon that Cang Li contracted in the Wuduan Mijing.

And the black dragon, hearing this inside Cang Li's beast-pet space, hurriedly shouted, "I won't come out! Don't let me out! Otherwise, I'll hate you for ten years!"

Cang Li replied with his thoughts, "How can you be so timid? Beasts are like their masters; you don't need to be like that!"

Mo Yang: "……"

Cang Li lifted his gaze to look at Cang Li, with a solemn expression, saying, "I am your third senior brother; you must defer to me."

"Fine, let you lose," Ying Wuji said in a light tone.

Cang Li's face turned completely black.

After they returned to the waiting area and took their seats, the Chongxu School's Xiao Zhufeng and the Tai Sui Sect's Man Yue had already started fighting.

Without a doubt, Man Yue lost.

Next was Carefree Sect's Song Yan facing a Holy Gate disciple; moments later, Carefree Sect's Song Yan emerged victorious.

And Cang Li and Ying Wuji, who had drawn number three, also stepped onto the stage.

When the crowd saw Cang Li, their eyebrows twitched slightly; they exchanged a glance, secretly thinking, "These two are fellow sect brothers; could it be that, like last time, they'll decide the winner by practicing Tai Chi and playing rock-paper-scissors?"

Upon seeing Cang Li's grinning appearance, they immediately had a bad premonition.

This Cang Li is here to torment them.

But the next moment——

"I know my fifth junior brother is much stronger than me, so I concede," Cang Li shouted loudly.

The moment his words fell, the crowd froze for a moment, then immediately reacted, clapping vigorously and couldn't help shouting, "Good!"

The entire venue erupted in vigorous applause.

Cang Li naturally understood this situation; he pretended to be happy as he waved at the crowd, "Friends, you flatter me, Cangaotian, too much!"

He also blew a kiss to the crowd.

The crowd: "……" If it weren't for Cang Li being too handsome and having absolutely no lecherous aura, they would have been disgusted enough to vomit on the spot.

Many people kept looking toward the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord, but Thousand Mountain remained like an ice sculpture, showing no expression.

But some people saw Ying Wuji smile.

But his smile quickly faded.

Yuan Yao gazed from afar at the two on the stage, seeing the complex emotion in the Youngest Senior Brother's eyes, as well as the fleeting gloom.

Youngest Senior Brother……

Why does he have such emotion?

During this time, Yuan Yao discovered that the Youngest Senior Brother's heart seemed to hide many secrets; sometimes he was absent-minded.

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