The Most Generous Master Ever

Lu Yan, had yet to be eliminated.
He glanced at the golden ranking.
At this moment, Lu Yan had already passed the first stage of climbing the mountain and successfully entered the rankings.
And his ranking was quite high.

“Number eleven?” Qi Wuhui was stunned.
Currently, the highest ranked person in the Heaven Mending Sect was Liu Qingfeng, who was ranked eighteenth.
As for Lin Qingzhu…

At this moment, she was not on the rankings yet, so he did not know what she was doing.
She should be able to get onto the rankings based on her current strength.
Unable to figure it out, he turned around and looked at Ye Qiu.
He found that he was calm and didn’t seem to be panicking at all.

Qi Wuhui immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
“Alright, let’s wait and see…”

Daoist Qingmiao said disdainfully, “If that little girl wasn’t the reincarnation of an immortal, these two little girls would have been eliminated long ago.
Look, that little girl is still lying there unconscious…”

Daoist Qingmiao pointed at the unconscious Zhao Wan’er on the ground and said disdainfully.
He felt very helpless.
If Zhao Wan’er hadn’t fainted and angered Little Linglong, the seal in her body probably wouldn’t have been triggered.

Qi Wuhui ignored his provocation.

Qi Wuhui turned around and left.
He was not in a hurry.
The more they had higher expectations of Lu Yan, the more satisfying it would be when he slapped their faces.

“Hehe, Martial Nephew, whether Martial Uncle can show off today depends on you…” Qi Wuhui returned to the group as he thought.

With another whoosh, rays of light flashed past.
Many people were eliminated again.
Among them, Feng Qingyun was the most desolate.

Others were eliminated when they climbed the mountain.
But he… was over before it even started.

Boohoo…

Fortunately, there was a group of unlucky people like him who were eliminated by Little Linglong before they even started.
He immediately felt much better when he saw these people.

“Qingyun, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing Feng Qingyun come out, the First Elder of the Infinite Dao Sect walked up and asked unhappily.
He knew his disciple’s strength very well.
How could he be so weak?

Feng Qingyun felt ashamed when he thought of the humiliation.

“Master, I don’t want to cultivate the Infinite Dao anymore.
I want to go home.”

The First Elder’s face darkened.
How much of a blow had he suffered to say such words? How could he understand that Feng Qingyun had not only suffered a physical blow, but also a mental blow? How could he cultivate Dao when he was pressed to the ground by a five-year-old girl and unable to fight back?

Ordinary people would not be able to withstand such a blow, let alone a proud genius like him.

“Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about? The path to immortality is endless.
Victory and defeat are only temporary.
How can you grow without experiencing painful setbacks?”