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

"Why are they standing still?"

"It's a mental attack. The Huanyin clan is the best at this, and Lingyun, the son of destiny, is even better. But... even if it's a mental attack, it shouldn't take this long, right?"

"Ling Yun is at the tenth realm. There is no need to suppress her realm. Her mental strength should be far superior to Ning Ruan's. According to common sense, it really shouldn't take this long. But what if... Ning Ruan is also good at this?"

Ning Ruan is also good at mental attacks?

The monks watching fell silent.

Although it's only the second day of the competition, the talent Ning Ruan has shown so far... isn't it a bit too strong?

At this moment, Lingyun, who was being beaten violently by outsiders in his own sea of ​​consciousness, had the same thoughts as the outside world.

Even more intense!

puff-

Lingyun was shot down into the "sea water" for an unknown number of times.

shoot down.

Fly out.

Shot down again.

Fly out again.

But this time, the opponent did not give her any chance to breathe. The 'sea water' that should have surrounded her like a shield was suddenly filled with awe-inspiring sword energy.

The turbulent sea water scraped her so hard that it felt as if every inch of her skin was stinging.

But there were no visible scars.

Because what was in the sea of ​​consciousness was not her true body...

Lingyun slowly closed her eyes, and her body, which had been enduring pain just now, gradually regained stability.

She suddenly flew out of the seabed, stood in the air, and confronted Ning Ruan who was casually stepping on the sea surface opposite her.

Eyes open.

She slowly opened her lips, and there seemed to be some regret in her fiery eyes:

"You are very strong. In terms of mental strength, you are a genius."

"But you shouldn't be so arrogant and rashly enter my sea of ​​consciousness."

"The Huanyin clan is different from you after all."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lingyun's body was shrouded in a thin light.

The halo was soft and seemingly harmless, but Ning Ruan could clearly feel the pain of her soul being burned just by the light contact.

wrong.

It's not just pain.

Her control over this divine consciousness is gradually slowing down.

"It's over!" Lingyun's voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Ruan's body, which was created by spiritual consciousness, collapsed and dissipated as expected.

How could it go so smoothly?

It was so smooth that even Lingyun herself couldn't help but frown.

But in just a moment, the girl's somewhat lazy voice came to my ear again.

“I don’t think it’s any different.”

"How could you..."

……

In the center of the square.

The two people who had remained still for a long time with their eyes closed suddenly moved at the same time.

The difference is that after one of them opened his eyes, he casually put the jade bottle that appeared in his hand at some point to his mouth, and tilted his head back to drink the spiritual liquid in it.

The other person's face turned pale, he staggered, and he took several steps back.

The outcome seems to have been decided.

"I lost."

Lingyun uttered three words with difficulty.

As the destined daughter of the Huanyin clan, she has lost to other destinies before.

But she still couldn't accept the complete defeat on the spiritual level, which was her best area.

"Lingyun, come down."

The fellow elder of the Huanyin Clan called out, but his eyes were always on the jade bottle in Ning Ruan's hand.

How could there be a chance of winning?

The thing in this jade bottle is clearly a treasure that can quickly repair the soul.

This kind of treasure only restores mental strength, is there any need to explain its effect?

Even she was moved when she saw it.

I don’t know what humans are thinking to use this thing at this time.

Or was it used on an eighth-level cultivator...

Lingyun said nothing more, turned around and flew back to the elder.

"Your mental strength is severely damaged, take the soul pill quickly."

"..."

Pursing her lips tightly, Lingyun silently took the pill from the elder's hand and swallowed it.

"Don't think too much. She and you share the same destiny. There is no luck crushing between the two of you. As for the outcome... during your fight, she actually woke up once. I think it was because she took the spiritual liquid that can quickly restore mental strength that she was able to defeat you."

The elder sent a message of comfort.

But Lingyun was not comforted at all.

She also sent a message back, her tone full of complicated meaning: "There is still a difference in luck between destiny and fate."

"I tried everything I could, but I still couldn't defeat her. Losing is losing, regardless of whether I had spiritual fluid or not. The result is that I lost."

Lingyun couldn't afford to lose, and this result was a huge blow to her.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the girl on the field who had clearly fought a fierce battle with her but seemed to have not consumed any energy.

Finally, he lowered his eyes and said to the elder:

"The following competition is useless to me, there is no need to watch it anymore."

"Actually... if you also have that spiritual liquid, maybe..." The two flew away from the square, and when there were not many cultivators around, the elder could not help but speak out.

He is not comforting his own destiny.

But I really think so.

When it comes to competing in mental power, his Huanyin clan has the advantage.

If Lingyun takes the spiritual liquid, she will naturally recover quickly, and then use her innate magical powers... there is a chance of winning.

"Elder, don't say such things anymore." Ling Yun interrupted, "I accept the result of this competition."

Elder: "..."

No.

The focus now is no longer whether or not to recognize the results of the competition.

This journey to the human spiritual world was originally for the purpose of elemental fusion.

but now……

Compared to the fusion of elements, spiritual fluid... seems to be even more important!