Faced with Dong Yan Cuo’s excellent performance, Nan Gong Huan took out a piece of candy, peeled off the wrapper, and personally placed it in his mouth.

  This seemed to open up a whole new world for Dong Yan Cuo. As he savored the sweetness on his tongue, he stared at Nan Gong Huan’s hand for a long time.

  The mocking laughter around them instantly ceased, and the surroundings fell into silence, leaving only the chirping of fledglings on the eaves.

  "Nan Gong Huan!" Ye Wanjun clutched his face, glaring at her with a mix of pain and anger. The sensation on his face could only be described as a combination of ice and fire.

  "Nan Gong Huan, you’ve gone too far!" Ye Wanjun’s lackeys immediately helped him up, voicing their indignation.

  "Our young master just said one thing to you. Was that necessary?"

  "You hit him so hard. You have to compensate!"

  The lackeys’ noisy voices filled the air, but Nan Gong Huan simply smiled at them, her cruel grin silencing them once more.

  At that moment, a tall woman in red walked past Ye Wanjun. She didn’t stop, but her cold eyes glanced at his狼狈 state, and her thin lips uttered two words: "Waste."

  Ye Wanjun stared at the woman in red, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. He pointed at her, hopping mad. "Elder sister, I’m your brother!"

  The woman in red paid him no further attention and walked straight to an elder guarding the pavilion. She clasped her hands and said, "Junior Ye Sang, challenging a peak third-level cultivator."

  The elder quickly arranged a peak third-level guard for her.

  Hearing the challenge level, Nan Gong Huan, who had just gotten in line, couldn’t help but glance over. Ye Sang’s aura was powerful, and her strength was at the initial third level.

  Although Nan Gong Huan didn’t know much about the Ye family, she had heard of Ye Sang’s reputation. Last year, she had won the disciple trials with an overwhelming advantage.

  Thinking she could learn something, Nan Gong Huan paused to watch Ye Sang’s challenge.

  Ye Sang was a summoner. She summoned a rare dual-headed, four-winged Ancient Sky Bird, a fire and wind elemental spirit beast.

  Just as the challenge began, Nan Gong Huan caught sight of two familiar figures out of the corner of her eye—Nan Gong Qian’er and Wei Yu Gong, walking hand in hand, looking very intimate.

  "Tch, what a pair of pretentious hypocrites," Ye Wanjun’s disdainful voice sounded in her ear.

  Nan Gong Huan raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. His face was filled with contempt for the two, as if he equally disdained everyone outside the Ye family.

  Noticing Nan Gong Huan looking at him, Ye Wanjun pursed his lips, snorted, and turned his head away.

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  "Sister Huan, you’re here too," Nan Gong Qian’er walked over to Nan Gong Huan, smiling gently.

  Nan Gong Qian’er’s eyes couldn’t hide the jealousy bubbling within her. The thought of the ugly freak slapping her hard this morning still made her furious. But then she remembered that Wei Yu Gong had already broken off the engagement with this ugly freak, and a sense of pleasure surged in her heart.

  She couldn’t help but show a smug expression. Her mother had always said that the position of the Nan Gong family’s legitimate daughter would eventually be hers! Everything that belonged to the legitimate daughter would be hers!

  She would strip the ugly freak of her divine beast sooner or later! Even if she had to kill it, what she didn’t have, no one else could have!

  Lifting her chin, Nan Gong Qian’er looked Nan Gong Huan up and down. She suddenly noticed that the ugly freak seemed a bit different today. Maybe it was her imagination, but the black blemishes on the ugly freak’s face seemed to have faded slightly.

  Wei Yu Gong’s expression also darkened noticeably. He glanced at Dong Yan Cuo, his eyes narrowing as he recalled what had just happened.

  "If I’m not here, should I be in the dungeon of your courtyard?" Nan Gong Huan said with a meaningful smile, after all, this was where she had first woken up.

  Nan Gong Qian’er’s smile cracked slightly, and she forced herself to say, "Sister, you’re so good at joking. With your strength, I’m sure you’ll be able to enter the Spirit Condensation Pavilion today."

  "Too bad, if I go in, you won’t be able to," Nan Gong Huan shrugged. The Spirit Condensation Pavilion had a rule that only one person from each family could enter at a time, so as not to affect the rate of spiritual energy generation inside.

  At that moment, the previous Nan Gong family disciple had just left.

  Nan Gong Qian’er’s brows furrowed, and she felt a sense of foreboding, but she forced another smile. "It’s fine. I’m already happy that Sister Huan can enter. I’ll just wait in line a bit longer."

  Due to the challenge rules here, most disciples chose opponents only slightly stronger than themselves, ensuring they could enter for half an hour. Spending half an hour in the Spirit Condensation Pavilion was already a great benefit.

  So in Nan Gong Qian’er’s mind, even if Nan Gong Huan could enter, it would only be for half an hour. She could afford to wait.

  "Is that so?" Nan Gong Huan’s smile deepened.

  "Next, Nan Gong Huan," the elder called her name, and she stepped forward.

  "Junior Nan Gong Huan, challenging a mid-second-level cultivator," Nan Gong Huan clasped her hands and announced.

  Hearing the words "mid-second level," the elder was momentarily stunned.

  The elder scrutinized Nan Gong Huan and found that her current strength seemed to be only at the mid-first level.

  "Are you sure?" The elder’s expression was strange as he confirmed again. While defeating a higher-level opponent would grant her more time inside, the failure rate was also quite high.

  "I’m sure," Nan Gong Huan emphasized.

  The elder then arranged a mid-second-level guard for her, and the two took their positions in the arena.

  As the challenge began, Nan Gong Huan raised her right hand, and waves of spiritual energy spread out like sound waves, seemingly harmless.

  The guard opposite her took out a shield and sword, assuming a defensive posture, fully prepared.

  Not far away, Ye Wanjun rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn’t seeing things, before scoffing, "Overestimating herself!"

  His lackeys chimed in, "Young Master Ye is right! Nan Gong Huan is just asking for trouble!"

  But Nan Gong Qian’er’s heart tightened. She thought of the instructor who had been killed—he was also at the mid-second level. If Nan Gong Huan succeeded in this challenge, she could enter the pavilion for an entire day! That would leave no chance for her today!

  "Qian’er, why are your hands sweating?" Wei Yu Gong noticed the sweat on Nan Gong Qian’er’s palms and took out a handkerchief to wipe them.

  "I’m just nervous for Sister," Nan Gong Qian’er quickly made an excuse, then pretended to worry. "Sister is too impulsive. She told me yesterday that no one else but her should enter the Spirit Condensation Pavilion."

  Wei Yu Gong frowned, feeling even more disgusted with Nan Gong Huan. Not only did she bully Qian’er at home, but she also wanted to block all the other disciples’ paths.

  But then Ye Wanjun’s mocking voice rang out, "From what I see, it’s you who thinks that—except for Miss Qian’er, no one else should steal my genius title!"

  He imitated her voice, pinching his fingers in a theatrical manner, perfectly capturing the jealous and arrogant demeanor.