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”Humph, Qin Tian, I didn’t expect you to still be alive!”

On the podium, Bai Yueming, sitting next to Qiankun Immortal Sect’s Sect Leader, naturally also saw Qin Tian, his gaze gloomy.

He saw Qin Tian, and also saw Yan Lingshuang, amazed that the two could return alive from the Death Abyss, while hating even more that he missed out on the Qiankun Pill!

”Once this Seven Great Immortal Sects tournament is over, even if you swallowed the Qiankun Pill, I’ll make you spit it out!”

He still harbored Resentful Energy, and hearing someone discussing Qin Tian already drove him crazy.

The Seven Great Immortal Sects tournament, in order to protect each sect’s top disciple, as well as to ensure the exciting latter half of the competition, has a game arrangement where the senior disciples of the major Immortal Sects are protected in the first round, and won’t meet each other.

So, in the first round, there were basically no upsets; the expected winners all won.

Of course, the so-called ”expected winners” also means ”expected losers.” Who should lose? Naturally, the disciples of the weakest sect like Xuanyuan Immortal Sect.

Relatively speaking, Qin Tian’s smooth progress in the first round counted as a small upset, considering he was completely unknown, and in the last tournament, he wasn’t even part of Xuanyuan Immortal Sect.

Xuanyuan Immortal Sect’s first round ended explosively.

Originally, ten people participated in the first round of the Seven Great Immortal Sects tournament; in the end, only three made it through.

The senior disciple Ouyang Wudi, along with Qin Tian and Su Ziying.

It was the worst performance among the Seven Great Immortal Sects, with no second.

One half-day, only one round of competition.

At lunch, people from the various Immortal Sects gathered together, discussing matters for the afternoon matches, and making all sorts of preparations.

”Take some elixirs to restore your Primordial Energy. Alas, the first round, ten of us, and only you three left. This time, I’m afraid our Xuanyuan Immortal Sect is just along for the ride again.”

Elder Zhang Xiaolin said to the three, somewhat dejectedly, ”Do the disciples of other Immortal Sects really have such a big gap in strength compared to us? I never felt so before.”

After speaking, he earnestly advised Ouyang Wudi, ”Ouyang, it’s up to you now. We are only in the top 36; you must stay calm and strong, don’t lose. If Xuanyuan Immortal Sect all stop at the top 36, we will truly lose face.”

At this point, the Sect Leader also came over, brows furrowed, ”The Seven Great Immortal Sects tournament is not only about strength but also luck. The luck of the draw is very important. Xuanyuan Immortal Sect performed poorly in the first round because of bad draw luck, encountering strong disciples from other sects, except for Qin Tian’s slightly better luck.”

Everyone was silent.

Xuanyuan Shenyue communicated with Qin Tian through True Qi Transmission from afar, ”Qin Tian, are you alright?”

Qin Tian glanced at him and said, ”Relax, it’s just starting, don’t worry.”

With these words, Xuanyuan Shenyue and Wang Tianqing’s expressions slightly relaxed.

After lunch, the drawing began.

Ouyang Wudi drew the sixth senior disciple from Donghuang Immortal Sect, his luck was considered average.

Su Ziying drew the third senior disciple from Liuyi Immortal Sect, luck somewhat bad, instantly causing everyone to worry.

As for Qin Tian, he drew the senior disciple Hou Tianlun from Heavenly Travel Immortal Sect, instantly leaving everyone silent.

”Terrible luck!”

”It’s over, this round, I guess only the senior disciple has a chance to advance.”

”Hiss... No way, only the senior disciple remains at the top 32? This is worse than last time?”

”If at the top 32 there’s only the senior disciple left, our Xuanyuan Immortal Sect is finished; even reaching top 16 is too difficult.”

”Alas, the Sect Leader fought hard for Xuanyuan Immortal Sect to have more disciples participate, but the result still can’t counter bad luck...”

The disciples of Xuanyuan Immortal Sect were all downcast; before the battle began, they felt they had already lost.

At this time, the elders and three Eldest Young Masters of Xuanyuan Immortal Sect were also silent, looking at the Sect Leader, who said nothing, his face ashen.

”Bring those three over; I have instructions for them.”

The Sect Leader had Mo Ziyang bring Qin Tian and the other two over.

”Ouyang, although your opponent is not strong, you must not be careless. From this round’s draw, you are our last hope; you must advance, do you understand?”

Xuanyuan Ting looked at his true disciple, solemnly instructing.

Ouyang Wudi nodded, ”Don’t worry, Master, I can handle it.”

”Ziyin, your opponent is a strong figure from Liuyi Immortal Sect. It’s said that his Fist Technique is extremely fierce, with an Ancient Times aura; you must be careful, especially when facing fist and True Qi; avoid direct confrontation, use softness against hardness. He is impatient and very arrogant; he becomes impulsive when he can’t defeat his opponent quickly. Then you can find the flaw and reverse the situation.”

Su Ziying also nodded to Xuanyuan Ting’s advice, ”Don’t worry, Sect Leader, I will give it my all, won’t seek a swift victory.”

”Qin Tian...”

After advising Ouyang Wudi and Su Ziying, Xuanyuan Ting focused on Qin Tian, took a deep breath, and looked at him, ”Earlier, I mentioned your good performance in the first round, with good draw luck, bringing us good fortune. But I didn’t expect that in the second round, your luck couldn’t be worse, encountering Hou Tianlun... the senior disciple of Heavenly Travel Immortal Sect.”

Xuanyuan Ting paused here and said, ”Hou Tianlun... was the one who defeated Ouyang in the last tournament. This time, even if Ouyang faces him, he might not be assured of victory... You...”

”No worries, it’s your first Seven Great Immortal Sects tournament. Remember, be careful with his Swordsmanship, and don’t get injured. You’ll have opportunities for vengeance in the future, don’t think you have to achieve something this time. He’s a bit ruthless; if you can’t beat him, you can... preserve yourself and surrender. I won’t blame you.”

Xuanyuan Ting’s tone towards Qin Tian clearly showed he had given up on him.

He even agreed that Qin Tian could voluntarily surrender.

To know that voluntarily surrendering in the Seven Great Immortal Sects tournament, making oneself a coward, would make it difficult to face others in the future.

Before Qin Tian could speak, Ouyang Wudi said, ”Too bad, I didn’t get to face Hou Tianlun... If I could have faced him, that would have been great. Last time, I was narrowly defeated; this time, I was going to get my revenge!”

”It’s better to face him later.”

Xuanyuan Ting said.

Qin Tian replied, ”Senior brother, since you didn’t face him this time, I’ll avenge you.”

Huh?

Originally, they expected Qin Tian to say ”Yes” or ”Thank you, Sect Leader, for understanding,” yet unexpectedly Qin Tian spoke about avenging Ouyang Wudi?

Everyone immediately focused on Qin Tian.

Ouyang Wudi sneered, glancing at Qin Tian, ”You’ll avenge me? Forget it, just don’t shame Xuanyuan Immortal Sect.”