On the arena, Wu Danhong sneered, looking playfully at Yun Qingwan as she stood up and walked nervously. The others present showed excitement, eager to watch the spectacle unfold. Many looked at Yun Qingwan with mocking and icy gazes. Especially those younger disciples who were eliminated or were about to continue in the competition, they were full of hostility and annoyance towards Yun Qingwan. From a few years ago, Yun Qingwan became synonymous with "waste" in the eyes of these younger disciples. Even though she was just a little girl. But in the cultivation world, talent reigns supreme, and strength is respected! If you have no talent or strength, you either limp along enduring mockery and repression or stay far from this arduous path. Otherwise, you must bear all that needs to be borne! But now, the former "waste" has unexpectedly crushed them all in the comprehension test, disturbing their psychological balance. Now, they eagerly await to see Yun Qingwan humiliatingly crawl down or miserably fail and leave the scene. No matter how strong the talent, if it is stunted or falls midway, everything was in vain! Many present wish to see Yun Qingwan meet such a fate! "How long do you think she can last?" "How long? I bet just one move! Having talent but not able to cultivate is useless, and given her current cultivation level!" "Five years ago, she hadn’t even reached the Qi Refining First Level; now, five years later, only Qi Refining Fifth Level! Talent? On a waste, it’s all wasted!" "Qi Refining Fifth Level against Qi Refining Seventh Level, and also a disciple of a major sect like Wu Danhong, whose combat technique and strength are top-notch, she won’t last half a move!" "Don’t be fooled by the mere difference of two levels, as one’s cultivation progresses, even a small realm difference makes the power gap larger!" "Wu Danhong clearly doesn’t like her; if it were me, I’d directly give up..." The crowd began debating amongst themselves. On the main viewing stand. Situ Han slightly furrowed his brow, shaking his head, saying, "This little girl lacks practical experience and mental fortitude! Just having talent isn’t enough!" "The Ancestor is right; if she stepped into the world outside, she could be devoured down to her bones!" Ji Xiaoyao nodded in agreement, affirming the statement. Upon hearing this, Ye Qinghou’s expression stiffened slightly, awkwardly saying, "Afterwards, Senior Situ will need to guide her somewhat!" Yun Qingwan, looking nervous and uneasy, walked onto the arena under the gaze and chatter of many. "I thought you’d withdraw at the last moment, yet you still have the courage to come!" Wu Danhong sneered, coldly saying to Yun Qingwan, "Now, if you kneel down and kowtow, then crawl off the arena, I can spare you some physical pain!" Kneel then crawl off the arena? Google seaʀᴄh NoveI(F)ire.net If she did that, it would utterly disgrace herself, her sect, leaving no face intact! Many exclaimed in surprise and astonishment. Should Yun Qingwan really do as Wu Danhong suggested, the blow to her whole being would be devastating. "Senior Sister Wu, do we have to be ?" Yun Qingwan pressed her lips together, nervously saying, "Since it’s a competition, we can stop at a point!" Wu Danhong’s face showed a slight shock, saying in confusion. While below, many burst into a raucous laughter. "Alright! We’ll stop at a point then!" Wu Danhong snorted, nodding back. While Yun Qingwan naively believed that Wu Danhong had agreed at this moment. Below, Huang Jianan, the arena competition referee, raised his head and shouted, "All ready? Begin!" As Huang Jianan’s words fell, Wu Danhong stomped and burst forth, throwing a punch towards Yun Qingwan. Standing opposite, Yun Qingwan clearly lacked any combat experience; upon seeing Wu Danhong’s attack coming, her expression changed, instinctively retreating a few steps. But she quickly reacted. In the midst of the arena competition. In her panic, she instinctively flung out a palm. Instantly, terrifying power erupted from her delicate hands, emitting a booming sound in mid-air. What she unleashed was none other than the basic attack battle technique, Yellow Spirit Palm! However, it was modified by Lin Tian, its power amplified multiple times. The palm she flung in haste seemed like a naturally-born gesture, perfectly flawless. "Isn’t this the Yellow Spirit Palm that everyone at Sword Saint Mountain must cultivate?" On the main stand, Situ Han showed a puzzled expression, exclaiming in surprise. "It’s the Yellow Spirit Palm we just taught!" Ye Qinghou nodded in response, also slightly astonished, frowning, "What’s happening, this little girl’s execution seems somewhat different!" "Indeed it’s somewhat different, yet undeniably it is Yellow Spirit Palm! I can’t pinpoint what’s different!" A gleam of wisdom flashed in Situ Han’s slightly murky eyes, he thoughtfully looked at Lin Tian sitting not far away with a calm expression, secretly curious, continuing, "What’s most important is Yun Qingwan’s execution of Yellow Spirit Palm has reached the Perfect Realm!" Hearing Situ Han’s words, many nearby were shocked. Even the most prodigious talent, in such a short time, cultivating even the most basic and easiest technique, cannot easily reach Perfect! A technique, if mastered in a short time reaching Small Success or Great Success can be understood! After all, with prodigious comprehension, it can be achieved. But the Perfect Realm, that’s another matter! Perfect means cultivating a technique to its utmost, requiring terrifying comprehension and countless battles and attempts to perfect and grasp, constantly verifying and understanding. Yet in front of them, Yun Qingwan hadn’t demonstrated it before. Many face confusion, hearts puzzled. On the arena, Wu Danhong faced Yun Qingwan’s panicked attack with a mocking smile. "Waste, you truly dare to use Yellow Spirit Palm against me, courting death!" Wu Danhong’s expression was full of contempt; she ridiculed, "Watch my Fiery Flame Palm, sending you flying off, waste!" With a shout, Wu Danhong’s palm, full of blazing True Qi, fiercely slapped towards Yun Qingwan’s face. But strangely enough, Yun Qingwan’s Yellow Spirit Palm, seemingly light and powerless, landed firmly and swiftly on Wu Danhong’s chest before her attack fell. The small mound on Wu Danhong’s chest wasn’t large originally, but with this strike, it emitted a crisp sound, flattening abruptly. And Wu Danhong was sent flying, crashing in the middle of the arena. Her hair scattered, blood trickled from her lips, her clothes in complete disarray. She suffered minor injuries, not fatal, but was in utmost embarrassment. Wu Danhong turned her head incredulously towards Yun Qingwan, eyes wide with disbelief. "Ah... Senior Sister Wu, I... I didn’t mean it, are you alright!" Yun Qingwan, witnessing her instinctive strike defeating Wu Danhong, was instantly at a loss, running over in panic, intending to help her up.