Few Minutes ago
Wang Ming used his ' Soul Eyes' to view the stats of the girls and saw that Bai Lingxi 's cultivation had increased.
[ Name: Bai Lingxi ]
[ Age: 25 ]
[ Cultivation: 1st > 2nd order of the Golden Core realm ]
[ Occupation: Outer Court Disciple of Yang-Yin Sect]
[ Physiques: None]
[ Bloodline: None]
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Ring, Ring.
"Hmm?" Wang Ming frowned slightly when the communication token, used exclusively by the Supreme Elder, began ringing. He picked it up and answered the call.
"Supreme Elder, do you need something?" Wang Ming asked, curious as to why the Supreme Elder was contacting him.
"Oh, Disciple Wang Ming, I hope you're not busy. I wanted to ask—when are you going to register?" Lei Ping's voice rang out from the token.
"Register? For what?" Wang Ming asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"The inner court examination. I just announced it a few hours ago. You didn't know?" Lei Ping replied, surprised, as the entire sect was likely aware of it by now.
"Oh, I was occupied with something," Wang Ming said as he glanced at the girls lying beside him.
"If you're free, come quickly. The knockout rounds will start soon. If you want, I can register for you," Lei Ping offered.
"I'd be grateful if you did," Wang Ming replied.
"Alright, then. Do you want me to register your partners as well? Even if they don't participate, they can still become inner court disciples because of their connection to you as a future inner court disciple," Lei Ping explained.
"Hmm, register them as well," Wang Ming said as the token's connection ended.
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Ren Xi, Xue Jiaxin, Lin Xue, and Tang Jingling watched as Bai Lingxi stepped onto the platform. Another female disciple stepped onto the opposite side, radiating the aura of a Peak Core Formation cultivator. This was the third Peak Core Formation Realm contestant they had encountered so far.
"Who do you think will win?" Tang Jingling asked curiously.
"Isn't it obvious? Don't you remember? Bai Lingxi is at the Golden Core Realm," Lin Xue replied confidently.
"Oh, that completely slipped my mind," Tang Jingling admitted with a sheepish smile.
Their focus shifted back to the stage as the match began. Both of them moved swiftly, exchanging blows. Bai Lingxi, however, was only dodging and with ease, her expression almost indifferent. Suddenly, a small blue arrow, no larger than her palm, formed in her hand. She launched it toward her opponent, sending the other disciple flying off the platform.
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Min Li, who was watching from the crowd, was utterly shocked by Bai Lingxi's performance.
"Heavens! How is she dodging all those attacks? Her opponent is at the Peak Core Formation Realm!" Min Li exclaimed aloud, astonished by the fight. Her eyes widened further as she saw Bai Lingxi conjure the blue arrow and send her opponent flying out of the stage.
'Heavens, what was that technique? Could she be at a higher realm than the Core Formation Realm?' Min Li thought, her mind racing. When the arrow appeared, she felt a profound aura, something she had only felt from top-grade techniques.
After Bai Lingxi stepped down, the referee announced the next match.
"Next: Wang Ming!" the referee called out, and the crowd erupted with a mix of cheers and curses.
"Damn bastard, die!" one of the male disciples shouted angrily.
"You can do it, Wang Ming!" a female voice called out, drawing the ire of the men.
"Damn, stop cheering for him, you traitor!" another male disciple cursed.
"Tsk, you're just jealous he's more handsome than you—and probably better at Dual Cultivation," the female sneered back.
"You...!" The male disciple's face turned red with anger, but he said no more.
'Damn, is he really this popular?' Min Li thought, sweat forming on her forehead as she listened to the heated exchanges. The overwhelming animosity from the male disciples and the admiration from the females painted a strange picture.
"And... Shi Yu!" the referee announced the name of Wang Ming's opponent, catching Min Li's attention, as she saw Wang Mjng expression change .
Wang Ming's expression shifted to one of surprise as he heard the name of his opponent.