No Disrespect Allowed

The combined strength of Gan Tang and the other four are still considerable. However, Xiao Ran has been a disciple for the longest time, making it challenging for Gan Tang to secure a victory against him.

Following Mei Qinghe's rules:

1. Whoever defeats Xiao Ran can choose one person from the Immortal Gate Conference.

2. If Xiao Ran wins, he secures a spot in the Immortal Gate Conference.

3. If either side loses, they cannot participate in the next round of challenges.

Ning Lang knows that Jiang Chen defeating Xiao Ran is the key to securing two spots in the Immortal Gate Conference. Therefore, he instructed Jiang Chen to challenge Xiao Ran directly on stage.

As the crowd discusses, Mei Qinghe raises his hand, silencing the entire venue.

Wang Haodong addresses Gan Tang, "I'm okay with anyone, but I won't fight a woman."

Peng Yu agrees, "Me too."

Zhao Zixuan is about to speak when Gan Tang turns to Mei Qinghe with playful eyes. "Old man, since they won't fight me, does that mean I can advance to the next round?"

"Old man!"

"She actually called the sect leader an old man?"

"Interesting, the disciples of the Seventh Elder are getting bolder."

Ning Lang, with a wry smile, says, "Please be respectful."

"No problem." Mei Qinghe smiles and shakes his head. "Then, let's decide by drawing lots."

After drawing the lots, It was decided that Zhao Zixuan would spar with Gan Tang.

"Xiao Ran and Jiang Chen are saved for last."

"Who besides Xiao Ran could win?"

"It's starting!"

On the stage, Zhao Zixuan gathers spiritual energy, while Gan Tang stands there with a cold expression. She turns to Mei Qinghe with a different demeanor than when sitting behind Ning Lang.

Gan Tang had a relaxed expression, and Zhao Zixuan charged towards her. Gan Tang skillfully neutralizes his attack, leaving the crowd in awe.

"What is this?"

"How did she evade at such speed?"

Zhao Zixuan freezes as Gan Tang efficiently counters his moves. He shouts, "Thunderclap Palm!"

"It's Thunderclap Palm!"

"God, the spiritual energy around that palm has turned light purple."

Watching this, Zhao Jian smiles, revealing a hint of satisfaction.

Elder Qiu Yunze adds, "I didn't expect this kid to break through. A few months ago, if he faced Xiao Ran, the outcome would have been uncertain. But now..."

Turning his head, he asks tentatively, "Did Xiao Ran also break through?"

Elder Qiu Yunze proudly nods.

In the Haohui Sect, when an elder selects someone as their direct disciple, it signifies considering them as their successor. Their success is intertwined, and their loss is shared.

"Tsk tsk, at this rate, it will take at most two more years for Xiao Ran to break through to the next realm."

"Brother Qiu teaches well."

"Haha, it's only natural."

Watching the terrifying palm approaching her with calm composure, Gan Tang casually raised her own palm. A flash of cold light passed through her sleeve, and a thin needle, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, appeared between her middle and thumb fingers. The released spiritual energy propelled the needle with tremendous force.

Zhao Zixuan's expression changed, and in a moment of urgency, he abandoned the Thunderclap Palm and dodged to the side.

"Wow..."

A gasp echoed through the audience.

Mei Qinghe chuckled, "Not bad. Ning Lang, you've taught her well."

"Mid-grade!"

"She...also broke through?"

Xiao Ran stared at Gan Tang, his fists clenched, his eyes fervent.

After landing, Zhao Zixuan took several steps back, feeling a tingling sensation in his arm. Subconsciously, he turned his head to look.

"This..."

On his arm, there was a small wound as if pierced by a long needle. Strangely, the wound didn't bleed but emitted a faint chill.

"What kind of hidden weapon is this?" Zhao Zixuan's face changed slightly as he questioned Gan Tang.

Gan Tang glanced at him indifferently, then shifted her gaze, saying coldly, "Do I need to tell you?"

"You!"

Not daring to be careless, Zhao Zixuan gritted his teeth, enduring the numbness in his arm, and rushed towards Gan Tang again.

Gan Tang used the Cloud-Soaring Art to evade and, seizing the opportunity, struck again with a needle.

The second Ice Soul Divine Needle!

"Swish!"

"Thunderclap Palm!"

This time, Zhao Zixuan didn't dodge. With a resounding shout, a sharp breaking wind sounded near his ears as his palm descended towards Gan Tang's shoulder. The way it was going, if Gan Tang were hit, with her petite frame, she might suffer severe injuries.

"Come back!"

At that moment, Gan Tang's red lips parted, and she lightly exclaimed, "Return!"

In the blink of an eye, the Ice Soul Divine Needle that had fallen to the ground flew autonomously and stabbed towards Zhao Zixuan's back.

Zhao Jian hurriedly stood up, "Be careful!!!"

However, it was too late.

As the transparent Ice Soul Divine Needle pierced Zhao Zixuan's back, he fell from the air like a startled bird.

Li Hongri, watching this scene, coldly observed, "This girl is quite scheming! She probably envisioned this scene countless times in her mind."

"Hiss..."

A collective gasp echoed in the crowd.

Zhao Zixuan, the senior disciple of the fifth elder, actually lost... and to the seventh elder's female disciple.

Ning Lang calmly said, "The outcome is decided. Fifth Elder, remember your promise, go to the Bitterness Cliff for half a year of cultivation."

"You!"

Zhao Jian trembled all over, as if he wanted to tear Ning Lang's mouth apart.

At this moment, Gan Tang bounced down from the stage, holding Ning Lang's hand, and coquettishly said, "Master, you see, I told you I wouldn't lose."

"You..."

Before Ning Lang could ask, Gan Tang nodded, "I know, I know, Master, don't worry. I didn't harm his vital points. He just needs a few days of rest."

Zhao Jian's raised hand hung in the air.

Mei Qinghe said, "Zhao Jian, the girl left a way out for your disciple. Why don't you bring your disciple down?"

Zhao Jian's face changed, and with a grimace, he brought Zhao Zixuan down from the stage.

"Wang Haodong, Peng Yu, it's your turn."

"Yes."

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