A few days later, when Xiao Mo's stipend was distributed, it was firmly held by Jiang Qingyi, who refused to return it to her master no matter what.

Although she was happy that her master supported her, winning the championship was really too difficult.

She couldn't let her master waste any more money.

As for the money her master had invested, Jiang Qingyi had already made up her mind.

In this New Blood Martial Competition, as long as she still had one breath left, she would do her utmost to move forward and do everything in her power to recover the money her master had invested!

Soon, the day of the New Blood Martial Competition arrived.

That morning, Xiao Mo brought Jiang Qingyi down the mountain to the competition venue.

The New Blood Martial Competition was held on a small plain.

The small plain was divided into blocks by arrays.

Each array was a martial arts platform.

Jiang Qingyi drew lots and was assigned to Group A.

Jiang Qingyi's first opponent was an inner disciple from Nine Swords Peak, at the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

For Jiang Qingyi at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, dealing with this opponent was relatively easy and indeed, that was the case.

In the first round of competition, Jiang Qingyi won easily.

Xiao Mo wasn't surprised that Jiang Qingyi passed the first round.

Although any newly entered disciple could participate in the New Blood Martial Competition, most people were really just "participating."

The first round was meant to filter out those cultivators below the fifth level of Qi Refinement.

So in the first round, it was basically higher-realm cultivators fighting lower-realm ones, and most people won easily.

The second round was where the real competition began.

This year's New Blood Martial Competition had a total of three hundred disciples in the second round.

In the second round, Jiang Qingyi faced an inner disciple from the Sword Array Hall. Their cultivation levels were the same, both at the seventh level of Qi Refinement.

As the name suggested, disciples from the Sword Array Hall specialized in using sword arrays.

A single long sword couldn't form a sword array, so they usually carried large sword cases containing several swords.

This match wasn't easy for Jiang Qingyi.

In the end, Jiang Qingyi narrowly defeated her opponent but also sustained some injuries.

Medical Hall cultivators were standing by and immediately treated Jiang Qingyi's wounds.

The New Blood Martial Competition lasted a total of four days.

On the second day, the competition adopted a three-person group format.

All three were opponents, eliminating two and advancing one.

After the second day's competition ended, Jiang Qingyi entered the top one hundred of the New Blood Martial Competition but during today's matches, watching Qingyi's struggling appearance, Xiao Mo felt that Qingyi could win at most one more round.

Tomorrow there would be lottery-based one-on-one duels, arena battles, three-person battles, and so on.

The schedule was very tight, selecting the top sixteen.

The disciples who could make it to the third day were all formidable opponents.

Xiao Mo was already thinking about how to comfort Qingyi.

"Don't worry, Qingyi, you've already done wonderfully. Making it to the top one hundred in the New Blood Martial Competition is already very good."

During dinner, Xiao Mo comforted Jiang Qingyi.

"No, Master!" Jiang Qingyi held her small hands in front of her. "Master, you bet so many spirit stones. Qingyi must work hard, otherwise all those spirit stones Master bet will go down the drain."

"..."

Xiao Mo wanted to say something more but seeing his disciple's determined eyes, Xiao Mo just smiled gently and rubbed Jiang Qingyi's little head, "They won't go down the drain. Isn't this supporting you?"

"Master, you really are..." Jiang Qingyi sighed.

Although the girl complained on the surface about her master's extravagance, she still felt warm inside.

In the first match of the third day, Jiang Qingyi faced an inner disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refinement.

In everyone's view, Jiang Qingyi was sure to lose.

Initially, Jiang Qingyi was indeed suppressed by that disciple, with basically no hope of winning visible.

Standing outside the arena, Xiao Mo was about to raise the white flag and surrender for Jiang Qingyi but unexpectedly, at the last moment, Jiang Qingyi actually broke through to the eighth level of Qi Refinement during the battle.

In the instant when her opponent was stunned, Jiang Qingyi seized the opportunity and used the Burning Grass Style of the Grass Character Sword Formula!

The long sword in the girl's hand cleaved through with fire waves, turning defeat into victory but Jiang Qingyi had no time to be happy.

She immediately had to participate in the next round.

Beyond Xiao Mo's expectations, after all the third day's matches ended, Jiang Qingyi made it into the top sixteen!

"Master, I made it to the top sixteen!" Jiang Qingyi ran to her master's side and said happily.

The girl's toes tapped lightly as she raised her fair chin, looking forward to her master's praise.

"Very impressive, worthy of being my disciple." Xiao Mo reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of the girl's mouth. "But Qingyi, let's forfeit."

"Eh?" Jiang Qingyi stared blankly at her master.

"You barely won several matches today and sustained too severe injuries." Xiao Mo patted the girl's head. "You've already proven yourself. Master is already very satisfied."

In Xiao Mo's view, Qingyi had basically reached her limit.

Although the other top sixteen contestants were also injured, compared to their injuries, Qingyi's were more severe.

Moreover, tomorrow's intensity would increase by another level.

If something unexpected happened to Qingyi, that would be troublesome.

Jiang Qingyi lowered her head, her small hands tightly gripping her skirt hem, looking very conflicted but finally, the girl raised her head and looked at Xiao Mo with determined eyes, "Master! This disciple is not afraid! This disciple wants to continue competing!"

In the Ten Thousand Laws World, at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The maid Qiu Ye walked to the courtyard of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master, "Sect Master, this is the list for the second round of the New Blood Martial Competition. Please review it."

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master glanced indifferently at Qiu Ye, "No need. When you handle things, this seat is at ease."

"Yes, Sect Master." Qiu Ye put away the list. "Sect Master, a disciple from Tianji City delivered a letter earlier. That disciple asked me to tell the Sect Master that 'the City Master has done his best and can only calculate to this extent.'"

As soon as Qiu Ye finished speaking, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master suddenly turned around and stared directly at Qiu Ye.

Under the Sect Master's gaze, Qiu Ye's throat moved, sweat appeared on her forehead, and she felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on her.

"The letter." The Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master uttered one word.

"It's here..." Qiu Ye quickly took out a letter from her bosom.

Qiu Ye had never seen the Sect Master like this before.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master moved her fingertip, and the letter flew into her hand.

"Zhou Kingdom, Imperial Capital."

Half an incense stick's time later, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master's eyes flickered as she took a deep breath and gently tossed the letter upward. The white paper instantly turned into countless fragments, scattering with the wind.

"Finally, I'm going to find you."

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master looked at the stars filling the sky, the corners of her mouth slightly curving upward. This was the first time the woman had smiled in three thousand years.

"I said you can't escape."

"Master."