Daughter of the Dao and Devil Venerables

In the sword tomb, the natal swords of the sect’s fallen sword cultivators and the famous swords found by disciples on their journeys were laid to rest. Even before entering, Lu Yaoyao could feel the chilling sword intent and overwhelming pressure. She had a feeling something inside was calling to her. Maybe she could find […]

When Lu Yaoyao and her friends heard the news, they were ecstatic. There was a significant difference between personal disciples and regular inner disciples. With this promotion in status, Du Qianshan had successfully reversed his fortunes through his own efforts!

Lu Qingyu commented idly, “Your sect has been the same for hundreds of years, so boring.” The inner tournament was held every three years. After so many years, Lu Qingyu had grown tired of watching it. To him, the matches offered no excitement, merely child’s play. 

“I arrived today and watched the match. You performed well.” Lu Qingyu said. Lu Yaoyao sighed, “But Daddy, didn’t you just see me lose?” She covered her face in embarrassment, “I challenged Senior Sister, but I lost.” Lu Qingyu chuckled, “Will you continue to slack off in your training from now on?”

Extra chapter (1/1) from me, Koffeam! Buy me a koffee on ko-fi for more chapters. Thank you for your support! Lu Yaoyao and Yu Zining bowed to each other. Yu Zining then straightened her face and solemnly said, “You may start.” Lu Yaoyao immediately brandished her sword and flew forward. The two figures, one large

As stated by the peak masters and elders, in the batch of disciples that Lu Yaoyao belonged to, there were many exceptionally talented individuals. In previous years, if one or two new disciples advanced to the top 500 rankings in their first inner tournament, they were already considered outstanding.

Although the peak masters and elders usually seemed to be quite aloof, they were actually well-informed about sect affairs, keeping a watchful eye on the young disciples. Each person had their own standards for evaluating a disciple’s performance.

Lu Junyang and Lu Yaoyao’s senior brothers didn’t stay long. After offering some words of praise and encouragement, they left quickly. They had many responsibilities, so finding time to come over and watch one full match was no small feat. Lu Yaoyao understood this well and reluctantly watched them leave, promising that she would watch

Lu Yaoyao said excitedly, “This is a great opportunity to spar and learn from other people.” Until now, their practice was limited to each other, but facing different opponents was necessary to accumulate more real combat experience.

While Lu Yaoyao and her group was busily celebrating, someone was not so pleased. Murong Liluo, the once young girl who joined the sect in the same year as them, was now a budding beauty. She currently had a sullen face—her name wasn’t on the list, meaning she hadn’t passed. Seeing the silly, cheerful group