I didn't expect that I was the heartthrob.

Gu Lan had a good dream last night.

When he woke up the next day, Gu Lan stretched and found himself sleeping by the pond.

She met Jing Lian last night and told him a lot...

And then fell asleep?

Gu Lan scratched his cheek, wondering why he was so sleepy. He didn't even know when Jing Lian left.

Feeling the soft cushion beneath him, Gu Lan sat up. He looked down and found that he was wearing a pale blue cloak.

I don’t know what material the cloak is made of, but it feels cool and smooth to the touch, and it reflects pearlescent light in the sunlight.

Gu Lan naturally didn't know that the cloak was made from the skin shed by a mermaid.

The skin shed by the mermaid is the best in the world.

If a cultivator obtains this treasure, he can resist the thunder tribulation that breaks through the realm, and also resist the fatal attack of the enemy.

In this world of immortal cultivation, apart from the cultivator who abandoned Jing Lian's mother, no one else in the world has ever obtained this treasure.

Therefore, the skin shed by the mermaid only exists in legends.

But Gu Lan didn't know at this time.

While admiring the cloak, her fingers touched the cuffs and felt a raised part. Gu Lan quickly turned up the cuffs and saw the words "Lian Lan" embroidered crookedly in gold thread on it.

Lian is Jing Lian; Lan is Gu Lan.

Seeing these two words, Gu Lan was very moved, but she was not a naive person who didn't understand anything.

If Jing Lian was very gentle to her, Gu Lan could still think that he was so because she saved him, but now seeing these two words, even a dull person should understand.

Jing Lian has special feelings for her.

Jing Lian loves her.

Gu Lan confirmed the news, but was not very happy.

Indeed, being loved by a handsome man satisfied her vanity, and this satisfaction made Gu Lan a little excited and thrilled for a moment.

However, Gu Lan found it difficult to respond.

Anyway, this world doesn't belong to her and she wants to go back.

So, she couldn't respond to anyone.

It seems like it’s time to have a good talk with Jing Lian.

Let’s wait until after the sect competition.

Gu Lan thought so.

He stood up, folded his cloak and prepared to put it into the space ring. The soft cushion under him disappeared like starlight.

That is the magic of Mirror Collection.

Gu Lan paused and looked towards the edge of the pond. The water there was calm, and there was no trace of Jing Lian anymore.

Taking a breath, the morning air in the mountains was cool. Gu Lan stood here alone and heard the bustling voices in the Xuantian Sword Sect Square.

Yes, starting from today, the sects and independent practitioners who will participate in the sect competition will arrive one after another.

The square of Xuantian Sword Sect was full of people. Some were from Xuantian Sword Sect, and some were from other sects or independent cultivators who had come early to join in the fun.

One of the highlights of every sect competition is watching the major sects perform.

Now everyone is looking forward to it with great interest.

During this period, some people who were curious about the situation opened "gambling houses" and shouted at everyone to place bets. Some bet on spirit stones, some bet on magic weapons in their hands, and some bet on rare and exotic animals. It was very lively and bustling.

Gu Lan walked through the crowd and came to his junior brother. He saw that the crowd had formed a semicircle. The Xuantian Sword Sect's guiding envoy was tall and thin, with a very stern look.

Seeing that the crowd was getting smaller and smaller, he glared at the monks who were dressed rather simply, then signaled several disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect to walk up to them and drive them behind him.

There are so many people that the crowd always gathers in the middle.

The guiding messenger became impatient and flicked his right index finger, creating a circle of light that circled the crowd behind him like a cordon.

If anyone was accidentally squeezed and touched the aperture, they would be flung away, like a disappearing meteor in the distance, with a long drawn-out "ahh ...

After more than a dozen people were bounced away like this, everyone finally dared not move and stayed outside the circle obediently.

The guiding envoy was very satisfied. He asked the disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect to clear a path leading to the main hall. After finishing his work, he waited quietly.

Everyone in the square was getting impatient when they suddenly heard the melodious and soothing sound of a piano.

Someone in the crowd reacted and shouted, "Look! It's the Tianyin Sect!"

"The Tianyin Sect is here!"

Everyone looked up and saw a black dot on the horizon, slowly floating from far away to near.

At first the black spot was very small, but suddenly the wind grew stronger and soon its full shape was revealed.

It was a treasure ship with carved beams and painted rafters, using clouds as water and wind as oars, sailing among the clouds.

The cultivators on the field had never seen such a treasure ship before, and they were all full of praise. The people of Tianyin Sect waited for the treasure ship to stop in the square, and then got off the treasure ship.

The Tianyin Sect practices music, is well-mannered, and has quiet and elegant manners.

As you walk, there seems to be fairy music lingering around, making people intoxicated by it.

The voices of the people in the field gradually died down, and everyone looked at them.

Baoyin was looking for Gu Lan in the crowd but couldn't find him. Suddenly, he saw his senior brothers and sisters coming on the treasure ship. He rushed out of the crowd and joined the Tianyin Sect's team. When he saw Mu Heyu, he hugged his arms and hung on him.

The only lively and naughty person in Tianyin Sect is Baoyin.

Gu Lan saw Mu Heyu holding Baoyin's collar and pulled her down with a helpless look on his face.

After everyone got off, the treasure ship suddenly turned into a ray of light and returned to Mu Heyu's hands. Mu Heyu put away the treasure ship and followed the disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect, leading everyone to the main hall.

Over there, Baoyin finally spotted the disciples of Qianji Sect who were watching in the crowd, and waved to them happily. Mu Heyu also noticed this side and nodded in greeting.

As for the other disciples of Tianyin Sect, their expressions remained unchanged and they did not even glance over here.

Gu Lan didn't care much and nodded slightly to Mu Heyu and Baoyin. Sometimes, being kind to others may not completely eliminate their contempt.

There are so-called differences in status, class, high and low, but there are always some people who cannot let go and will defend them to the death.

All Gu Lan wants is respect.

Respect is often the hardest to come by.

Not long after the people from Tianyin Sect left, another dragon roar was heard.

A disciple who knew about formations exclaimed, "Oh, it's the Dragon Roar Formation. It looks like the Divine Seal Sect is here too!"

As he was shouting, a golden dragon suddenly jumped out from the horizon, opened its mouth and spit out a Bodhi fruit. The fruit core seemed only the size of a fist at first, but in the blink of an eye, it became the size of a hill. There were countless small houses on this huge Bodhi fruit, and it was surrounded by clouds and mist, with occasional cranes dancing in the air.

This kind of magical technique was truly breathtaking, and the crowd below burst into cheers.

The disciples of the Shenyin Sect took a step out from the illusory fairyland. At first, they were just as thin as a piece of paper.

As soon as the feet stepped on the ground, the person was as if inflated and suddenly became a person of flesh and blood.

This kind of magic is common for large sects such as Xuantian Sword Sect, but it is different for small sects and independent cultivators.

Everyone was so excited that some were so anxious that they forgot about the halo in front of them. As soon as they took a step, they were bounced away, leaving only regretful screams.

The disciples of the Shenyin Sect were mostly men, wearing brown clothes and hoods, and walking together they looked like wizards. They came down from the fairy mountain one by one, occasionally glancing at the crowd.