I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

"It's raining today, which is helpful for water spirit masters, water swordsmen, and water summoners."

"It's not just the water system, isn't it the same for the ice system?"

"I heard that even His Majesty will be here in person today. How could he allow such an unfair thing to happen?"

"Fair? This isn't a normal competition. It might even be a round-robin competition. How can it be considered fair?"

"That's right. I don't know what Qingyun Academy is thinking. They actually agreed to their disciples' nonsense. If they really lose the game, it would be ok if they lose to our human race, but if they lose to an alien race..."

"Lose? How could it be possible to lose? You can't get on the Tianjiao Ranking just by luck. Ning Ruan just pointed her finger that day and made a cultivator who was much more powerful than her kneel down without any resistance. Is this something that can be done so easily?"

"..."

Outside the square, there was a lot of discussion.

The best viewing spots in the square are already occupied.

On the left and right sides sat the seventh prince Zhou Hongyi and the second princess Changming, who were familiar to Ning Ruan.

And, the second prince Zhou Hongyang and the ninth prince Zhou Hongjiang, whom she had never met.

In addition to these four people, there is also the Crown Prince Zhou Hongchen, who has a very low presence.

Dust is not Chen.

The former is like mud, trampled underfoot by everyone.

The latter is like a star, hanging high and shining brightly.

If not, with the crown prince still alive, how could the other four have their turn to compete?

Below these people, there are several princes and princesses.

All of these people have no hope of getting that position, but either their maternal family is decent, or they have some talent themselves. In short, they have a reputation on the emperor's side.

There were also several princes and princesses who were not present today, or who were present but did not have the qualifications to sit with the king and father, and could only find other seats downstairs.

Ning Ruan was still unaware of the situation in the square.

She had just put down her pen when Yan Liang came to her.

On the table is a stack of papers filled with writing.

They were placed in a rather messy manner, and each piece of paper seemed to be filled with words, except for the first one.

The first one only had eleven big characters: Reborn: The Peerless Imperial Concubine Conquers the World.

This name... these words... Yan Liang knew what this was without having to think too much.

He frowned slightly, "Junior Sister, is this your new novel?"

Ning Ruan picked up the milk tea from her waist and took a big sip, "Yes, I'll take it to vote later."

"The title of this book doesn't look very attractive at first glance." Yan Liang said bluntly.

He still wants to see the old one more.

What is this imperial concubine...what does it mean?

But it’s not completely boring, at least…

"What does it mean to be reborn? To take over another's body?" he asked.

Ning Ruan shook her head and thought for a while, "Maybe you were beaten to death, and then reborn back to a certain time point before your death, or even to your childhood."

Yan Liang frowned even more tightly, "How is this possible? Resurrection from the dead may be a method, but how can you go back to the past?"

"..." Ning Ruan organized her words, "Seventh Senior Brother, first of all, this is a novel. Secondly, how do you know that it can't be done?"

Yan Liang was stunned.

The whole person fell into deep thought.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Perhaps you are right. If the way of the sword is perfected, perhaps one can cut through the river of time with one sword and return to the past."

"Even..." The light in his eyes was as bright as stars, "even capturing the future."

"Come to think of it, can't those fortune tellers at Tianji Academy predict the future?"

Ning Ruan: “…” She really didn’t think that much.

The theme of rebirth is an old cliché that has been written to death by Blue Star.

……

Yan Liang was completely immersed in his own world. He didn't even think about the purpose of coming to find Ning Ruan. He turned around and went into seclusion.

Fortunately, Ning Ruan had not forgotten what day today was.

She went to Linglong Pavilion leisurely and consigned the novel.

Pen name: Your dad is here.

Then, under the extremely strange gaze of the manager of Linglong Pavilion, he slowly walked towards the direction of the Royal Academy.

The emperor was rather embarrassed at the moment.

He had prepared to go to the square in person very early. Even if he didn't go every day, he would at least show up on the first day.

Of course, the so-called appearance was actually just like the first time Ning Ruan saw him, a figure appeared in the air.

This counts as being there in person.

But the problem now is that the monks who want to challenge Ning Ruan are coming from all directions, and the monks gathered in the square are even more numerous.

There is another layer upon another layer.

Every level is filled with people.

There are also foreign races mixed in with them.

The monks naturally occupied all the best viewing positions.

The common people watched the scene in real time through the photo wall provided by the government.

In short, the entire imperial capital is paying attention to this grand event.

But... the initiator of this event has not appeared yet!

The emperor could no longer bear it and wanted to order someone to look for him, but he heard the following reply:

"She's already on her way to the square. She just came out of Linglong Pavilion and sold a book she wrote. Judging from the smell of ink, the book should have been written in the past three days."

Emperor: “???” At this time, he still has the mind to write a storybook?

What kind of bullshit must be written now?