Chapter 100

As Shen Xian’er charged forward, Chi Xiao thrust her fire-tipped spear into the ground.

“Divine Talon Style: Heaven-Binding.”

The ground split open. From the cracks surged several crimson chains, instantly binding Shen Xian’er in place and rendering her immobile.

Chi Xiao had no intention of hurting Shen Xian’er. Her plan was simple—bind her in place and force her to admit defeat.

But she had clearly underestimated Shen Xian’er.

Struggling within the bindings, Shen Xian’er tried to break free. Yet the chains were far too tough, tightening even more the harder she pulled.

“Xian’er, give up. I’ll treat you to something delicious afterward,” Chi Xiao offered, knowing her weak spot.

Shen Xian’er immediately stopped struggling. Her face lit up with yearning at the mention of food.

Three-tenths of a second later, she bit her lip and declared, “Evil dragon! You dare use food to tempt me? I won’t fall for it!”

Even Han Luo was surprised to see her resist such temptation while still roleplaying.

Just as he was about to praise her in his heart, she began doing something unexpected.

Bound securely with only her neck able to move, Shen Xian’er leaned down and bit into the nearest crimson chain.

Crunch!

The sound was crisp and shocking.

Like chewing on a crunchy potato chip, she bit through the chain and swallowed a chunk.

“So gross... so gross...” she muttered, her expression pained—yet she kept going. Bite after bite, she chewed her way through every single chain.

This was the power of her Gluttonous Domain—within it, anything made of spiritual energy could be eaten.

After devouring the last chain, she rubbed her slightly bulging belly with satisfaction, then looked up at Chi Xiao and complained, “Evil dragon, your spiritual energy tastes awful.”

She healed herself with a flash of green light, then charged again with her massive lollipop hammer.

Chi Xiao instinctively retreated. She couldn’t believe Shen Xian’er had literally eaten her spell. Was this even allowed?

Dodging the attacks, Chi Xiao summoned more crimson chains from the Divine Talon Style to bind her again.

The result was the same—Shen Xian’er ate them all.

Chi Xiao felt a headache coming on.

She couldn’t bring herself to use lethal techniques against Shen Xian’er—what if she actually hurt her?

Honestly, she knew deep down: among all the disciples, Shen Xian’er was the one person she was guaranteed to lose to. She just didn’t have the heart to fight her seriously.

In the end, Chi Xiao gave up running. She stopped, smiled, and declared:

“I admit defeat. The princess is yours.”

The arena erupted.

No one had expected Chi Xiao, one of the top contenders for first place, to forfeit—especially without going all out.

But Chi Xiao accepted it with grace. Rather than drain Shen Xian’er’s strength in a meaningless battle, she chose to let her keep her energy for the next round.

Even if that meant Piaomiao Peak couldn’t claim the championship, it was fine—Shen Xian’er was half from Piaomiao Peak anyway.

Her victory would still feel like Piaomiao Peak’s victory.

And besides, if she had to lose to someone, better it be her adorable little sister than anyone else. She wasn’t like Wu Dao, that battle maniac—she could never bear to see Shen Xian’er hurt.

“I won?” Shen Xian’er blinked in confusion, breaking out of her roleplay. Her big eyes sparkled as she looked at Chi Xiao, who smiled warmly back.

She understood. Chi Xiao had surrendered not because she couldn’t fight, but because she didn’t want to hurt her.

If they’d really gone all out, even if Shen Xian’er won, she would’ve ended up like Wang Huan—injured and possibly out of the competition.

Thinking of that, her joy faded.

Fighting with Chi Xiao wasn’t fun at all.

She pouted. “It’s all my senior brother’s fault. He made me join the competition... Hmph. Definitely his fault.”

Never mind that she’d begged him to let her enter. At this moment, all blame was thrown on Han Luo’s shoulders.

In the spectator stands, Han Luo rubbed his nose with a helpless sigh.

Sure, it wasn’t the most glorious way to win—but it had its own beauty.

Years from now, people would remember the story of Chi Xiao, who chose to lose rather than hurt her little sister. Their bond would be something retold again and again.

After all, the Luoxian Sect’s tournament wasn’t about mere wins and losses—it was about their spirit.

If you thought this was just a contest of strength, your understanding was still too shallow.

This was a farewell festival.

Many of those present would one day leave Luoxian Sect forever—or never return at all.

To offer warmth to them before their departure was its own kind of kindness.

Okay, fine—Han Luo admitted it. He’d planned this on purpose.

Shen Xian’er couldn’t stay a child forever. She needed to grow up, to learn who could be trusted, and who couldn’t.

As long as she understood that much, he was content.

The match had ended unexpectedly, but the result was perfectly reasonable.

Chi Xiao’s affection for Shen Xian’er warmed every heart in the arena. In this cruel cultivation world, a sect with such familial bonds was truly rare.

The competition continued.

The remaining matches were fierce. Everyone who had made it into the top eight had powerful techniques and deep experience.

Eventually, the final four were determined:

Shen Xian’er, Wu Dao, Li Jun, and a quiet but formidable disciple named Ye Xiaoyao.

The semi-final pairings immediately raised suspicions—some were convinced there had to be foul play involved.

Li Jun vs. Ye Xiaoyao. Shen Xian’er vs. Wu Dao.

The first pairing was fair—two powerhouses clashing head-on.

But Shen Xian’er vs. Wu Dao?

People couldn’t help but recall how Wu Dao had brutally defeated Wang Huan.

If he went all out, would he really show Shen Xian’er mercy?

The thought made everyone shiver.

They didn’t dare imagine what might happen.

After a short break, the semifinals would begin.

Though night had fallen, the heat in the arena hadn’t dimmed.

Cultivators didn’t need sleep. Even if this lasted till morning, none of them would leave.

As the crowd buzzed with speculation, Han Luo turned to head toward the rest area to give Shen Xian’er some final instructions—

When suddenly, he stopped.

His expression shifted.

Someone had triggered a formation.

And not just any formation—but the one he had set at the location of the ancient teleportation array, where the demon race once tried to infiltrate Luoxian Sect.

He had fortified it heavily.

And now, it had been disturbed.