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The competition on the field continued.
Other sect disciples were very cautious and did not attack Feng Siyue’s team. After all, there was a clear precedent, and they were worried that Feng Siyue might pull out a few more explosive pills.
Moreover, in this preliminary round, only half of the participants would be eliminated, and the remaining half would advance to the second round.
Feng Siyue didn’t even need to take action. She and her five teammates advanced without lifting a finger.
The five teammates were dumbfounded. They had never expected to make it to the second round, let alone in such a manner.
The other advancing participants were all skilled, while they were the weakest.
“This round of the competition is over. The next matches will take place on the western field. All participating disciples, please prepare yourselves!” the elderly host of the competition announced loudly.
Feng Youran ground her teeth in frustration. “How does she have such good luck to advance unscathed? Infuriating!”
Feng Wanqing also clenched her fists. She was disappointed not to see Feng Siyue beaten to a pulp.
Moreover, Feng Siyue had made quite a spectacle in this match, and it was likely that everyone would remember her name.
“Wanqing, she will be representing the Chiyang Divine Sect in the next match. She has the Seven-Turn Jade Flute, which was auctioned off last time. It was refined by the sect master of the Chiyang Divine Sect, Xiao Yansheng, and is a seventh-grade offensive magic weapon. She might sweep the field again!” Feng Youran said hatefully.
“Hmph, she won’t get the chance,” Feng Wanqing said with a cold smile.
The Cultivator Alliance was already aware that Han Yue had the Seven-Turn Jade Flute, so the competition rules would prohibit any seventh-grade or higher magic weapons.
Originally, there was no such restriction. The only reason this rule was added was because Han Yue was too high-profile. It was easy to find out that she had bought the Seven-Turn Jade Flute at the auction. Otherwise, who would have known she had such a treasure?
Thinking about this, Feng Wanqing suddenly wanted to see the unpleasant expression on Han Yue’s face when she heard about the new restriction.
“Let’s go. We should also head to the western field to watch the excitement.”
With such a big surprise on this field, Feng Wanqing believed that other disciples would be wary of Han Yue, making it impossible for her to advance further!
Feng Wanqing and Feng Youran arrived at the western field. After the host announced the rules, they were disappointed to see that Han Yue’s face showed no signs of shock or fear.
The eyes behind the veil remained as lazy and carefree as ever, as if the rules had nothing to do with her.
“How can she be so calm? This is impossible!”
A bad premonition suddenly rose in Feng Wanqing’s heart.
Could it be that Han Yue had other treasures from the Chiyang Divine Sect besides the Seven-Turn Jade Flute?
This was not impossible. After all, she had obtained the lost pills of the Tianqi Pill Sect. If she had inherited the legacy of the Chiyang Divine Sect, she might indeed have other treasures!
Feng Wanqing’s heart sank heavily. Her gaze towards Han Yue became dark and fierce. This woman would definitely be a formidable enemy!
However, even if the disciple from the Seven Treasures Pavilion lost, it wouldn’t matter. Feng Wanqing would personally defeat her and make her regret opposing her.
“Feng Wanqing, look quickly! Senior Brother Zhou from the Seven Treasures Pavilion has taken out the Broken Army Saber!”
At this moment, Feng Youran suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
Feng Wanqing’s eyes lit up.
The Broken Army Saber was the most stunning sixth-grade treasure knife to appear in the Northern Abyss in recent years, crafted by Zhai Yi, the top disciple of the Seven Treasures Pavilion.
Zhai Yi, the youngest sixth-grade weapon refiner in the Northern Abyss, was unable to participate in this sect competition due to seclusion.
Unexpectedly, Zhai Yi had lent such a magnificent saber to his junior brother to use in the competition!
This was excellent news!
This time, Han Yue was bound to get hurt. Feng Wanqing couldn’t believe she could come up a more stunning treasure than the Broken Army Saber!
The competition only allowed the use of treasures below the seventh grade, and with its formidable attack power, the Seven Treasures Pavilion was sure to win.
In this round of the competition, it was still an eight-person team battle. However, the audience noticed that no one was willing to team up with Han Yue!
“Why are disciples from smaller sects, would rather have fewer people in their teams rather than include Han Yue?” someone asked in confusion.
Han Yue had performed surprisingly well in the previous match, leading her entire team to advance. One would think someone would want to team up with her.
“You don’t understand! Everyone watched the previous match and knows she offended the Five Poisons Sect. Now, she is representing the Chiyang Divine Sect in the competition. She will definitely be targeted by the Seven Treasures Pavilion. If you team up with her, you’ll be offending two major sects!”
“Exactly, who would want to offend the powerful Pill Sect and the Weapon Sect? That’s just asking for trouble.”
“It looks like she’s definitely going to be eliminated. How can she fight alone?”
The spectators, who loved to watch the drama unfold, chattered excitedly.
On the field, all the disciples had finished forming their teams, leaving Feng Siyue standing alone.
She glanced at the Seven Treasures Pavilion disciple surnamed Zhou, or more accurately, at the Broken Army Saber he was holding. A mocking smile flickered in her eyes.
“This fellow disciple, the design of the saber in your hand looks very familiar. Could it be a copy of the Chiyang Divine Sect’s Crescent Moon Divine Saber?”
As soon as Feng Siyue spoke, the five disciples glared at her as if they were ready to explode.
Senior Brother Zhou was particularly furious. “Nonsense! This Broken Army Saber was painstakingly refined by our senior brother over several years. How could it possibly be a copy of a declining sect’s weapon!”
“If you claim it’s a copy, do you have any evidence? I think you’re just trying to stir up trouble and smear our Seven Treasures Pavilion!”
“Exactly! Apologize! Apologize now!”
The five disciples were aggressive, demanding that Feng Siyue apologize.
They were confident that Feng Siyue couldn’t provide any evidence. The Crescent Moon Divine Saber was an eighth-grade treasure, refined by the sect master of the Chiyang Divine Sect just before he met his demise. Very few people knew what it looked like, only that when it was completed, a dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens and earth, exuding immense power.
Feng Siyue narrowed her eyes.
At that moment, a deep voice entered her mind.
“The father of the top disciple of the Seven Treasures Pavilion, Zhai Yi, was once an obscure disciple of the Chiyang Divine Sect. After the sect’s downfall, he stole the blueprints of all the treasures and defected to the Seven Treasures Pavilion, marrying the sect leader’s daughter. He is now one of the elders of the Seven Treasures Pavilion.”
She looked into the crowd and immediately spotted the tall man wearing a silver mask. He was the one who had sent her the message.
This was a secret of the Seven Treasures Pavilion, unknown to outsiders, and Feng Siyue was unaware of it. Her eighth master hadn’t mentioned it to her, probably because even he didn’t know that one of his disciples had betrayed the sect for personal gain.
Her expression darkened slightly. No wonder the Seven Treasures Pavilion had grown from a medium-sized sect to become the top weapon refining sect in the Northern Abyss.
The man had indeed revealed an important piece of information to her.
“Thank you, senior brother,” she sent a telepathic message back to Di Xuan Shang, giving him a flirtatious wink. Whether he could see it clearly was not her concern.