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Cui Ting’s appearance on the Singing Sword Platform that day surprised many people.

He was the special guest at the Void Refinement stage, Cui Ting. Those that saw him in the inn were stunned for half a second.

The other cultivators who lived in the shared rooms on the first floor felt very lucky to be able to live in the same place with a Big Shot at the Void Refinement stage, although it was only temporary.

Needless to say, those five people that shared the same room in the inn were shocked.

F*ck, the person they had been talking about the whole time, the judge that they had thought they could only see on the Singing Sword Platform, had suddenly appeared beside them.

Yan Guanlin’s eyes were especially wide open.

The determination that he had just established not long ago was ruthlessly struck again.

This Jiang Feng, not only had he broken through so many cultivation stages in a single night, even the judge was his friend. How was he supposed to play?

Don’t think too much. The Sword Pavilion doesn’t have the time to give people the chance to cheat.

Wei Feiyan still had a serious face.

Yan Guanlin tried to comfort himself, but the more he did, the more upset he felt.

Thus, he suffered for three days and three nights.

Just like the plot in Liu Yuan’s mind, Geng Qi did not perform well at the beginning because of his timidity and nervousness in the face of the crowd.

His ‘Soul Casting Scabbard required him to focus his mind to operate from the very beginning. It did not require him to use his cultivation. It was a true ‘belief in your heart is the way you forge your sword’.

However, without a cultivation base, one could only rely on the Soul Casting Scabbard to cast a sword. There was a huge flaw, and that was the moment one had any doubts or apprehensions, it would be difficult to unleash the effects of the Soul Casting Scabbard.

This had also led to Geng Qi’s repeated losses in the first three days of the contest.

Once he lost, he became even more anxious and guilty. He felt that he was too ashamed to face his master and grandmaster, and it was even more difficult for him to perform well. Three days after the start of the contest, he had only received a below-average evaluation in the first three rounds.

Moreover, the three 9-star swordsmiths were getting more and more disappointed.

They had been expecting a miracle from a disciple of the ‘Boundless Sword’, but what they saw was a nervous and mediocre young man.

Even though it was already unprecedented for him to be able to get an evaluation of below average as a mortal, because of the initial impression he had, others looked at him differently.

If a mortal had challenged all of the swordsmiths in the Sword Pavilion, everyone would have looked down on him. However, when he achieved a below-average score, people would be amazed and admire him.

However, Geng Qi was the disciple of the 9-star swordsmith ‘Boundless Sword’ from the Sword Pavilion. Therefore, the others had high expectations of him.

Now, he was not as amazing as everyone thought her would be. He simply became ‘trash’, an undeserved reputation, a ‘nobody’.

As a result, Geng Qi’s already unstable state of mind caused his swordsmithing skills to drop. Others were disappointed, but he was even more nervous. His skill level also plummeted.

When the vicious cycle started, it was time for the players to give him some advice.

“I remember that I had social phobia at that time. Now, look at me. It’s proven that people can do anything when they’re forced into a corner.”

Liu Yuan sighed.

Geng Qi was only missing a little pressure to be able to exert all his strength. His master and grandmaster must have thought the same, which was why they had asked him to participate in the Tideviewing and Sword-listening conference. This situation at this moment was already expected.

A jade that was not sculpted would not be made into anything. This was the logic.

In the past three days, Liu Yuan had not deliberately given Geng Qi chicken soup. After all, he had not reached a certain threshold. Even if he could save him a little now, it would not be of any help.

Only when the pressure was pushed to the extreme would there be true changes.

It was definitely not because Liu Yuan had decided not to go out for the past few days, and that he would return as soon as possible.

In the past three days, other than cultivating in the inn, Liu Yuan was in the City Lord’s Mansion. He tried his best to avoid meeting Shen Sifan. He also told shaoying to be on guard and to inform him if Shen Sifan approached.

“Otherwise, I’ll be dead and gone the next day.”

Zhiying agreed.

But surprisingly, Shen Sifan did not move at all, making the situation even more confusing.

Could it be that she had entered Sage Mode after that sword attack?

However, any guess was useless without Shen Sifan’s personal verification. Liu Yuan could only continue his life as an otaku.

At the same time, he was observing Geng Qi. At first, Liu Yuan was waiting for a chance with a bit of profit in mind. After all, if he succeeded, he would gain the friendship of a 10-star swordsmith in the future. However, when he was finally about to take action, he did not expect that two people would be one step ahead of him.

What was even more surprising was that the two of them could be considered ‘acquaintances’.

Although they had never met before, they had seen each other according to the description of the shadow. They were the two spies from the demonic sect!

As expected, once there was a point that deviated from the plot, the whole series of events followed.

However, the development of the situation was even more confusing. These two spies did not expose their identity as a demonic sect, but came to visit as disciples of the Green Cloud Temple.

They even claimed to be a fan of the ‘Boundless Sword’.

Of course, the fans were all based on Liu Yuan’s own understanding. The words of these two people would definitely be even more magnificent. They used a long paragraph to describe their admiration for Boundless Sword, like the water of the yellow river that flowed endlessly.

Then, they wantonly criticized the narrow-mindedness of these people of the Righteous Path, emphasizing the current corruption of the Sword Pavilion and the fall of the Immortal cultivators. They gave great encouragement to Geng Qi, saying that his mistakes were only because of the short-sightedness of these people, which caused the true genius mentality to be on the verge of collapse, and the jealousy and prejudice of those people in the Sword Pavilion.

There was a lack of recognition of his talents everywhere, and there was oppression everywhere. What he needed was resistance.

It had to be said that they hit the nail on the head and their encouraging words were very touching.

He did not expect the two of them to be so skilled.

Liu Yuan felt that it was a pity that the two of them didn’t work in multi-level marketing or give those Chicken Soup for the Soul speeches. It was really a waste of their talents! No, weren’t they planning to threaten him now?

With a subtle expression on his face, Liu Yuan told Zhiying to continue reporting on the two’s movements. A few days later, it would be time to use the formation modified by Ye Cike to reel in the net.

To Geng Qi, this was also the biggest test of his life. It was a battle to break through himself.

At the moment, these two people could even help him adjust his mentality better.

Liu Yuan let them be for the time being.

The result was indeed beyond their expectations. Geng Qi was very grateful to the two of them and said that he would definitely rebuild his army. The next day, he amazed the world and won an above average evaluation.

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and many people’s opinions shifted to Geng Qi.

The competition lasted for seven days and seven rounds. In the end, Geng Qi won the championship with three middle-lower, two middle-upper, and two top-upper.

However, although Mo Ying looked at Geng Qi unwillingly, his fist loosened in the end. This did not trigger the battle.

The Tideviewing and Sword-listening contest had ended, and the Singing Sword segment had begun.

In the City Lord’s Manor, Liu Yuan watched as the formation in front of him dissipated. White light danced and finally condensed into a 12 or 13-year-old girl. She still looked 90 percent like Zhizhi, white and tender, but there were two small green horns on her forehead, like branches.

Liu Yuan reached out to hug the girl’s falling body. Zhizhi blinked her eyes and her words finally became a little clearer. “Papa…”

Looks like Liu Yuan became a father again.

Liu Yuan, “..”

He had a complicated expression on his face as he looked at the Singing Sword Platform in the distance.

What is meant to come will come.