Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Graduation Competition Grand Prize

“Enough!” Shui Yan shouted. “The graduation day is when all Zhen Yan Sect disciples compete for rankings. I’m also a disciple—why can’t I join? If you can’t beat me, blame your own poor Cultivation! Want first place? Then defeat my sword!”

“Senior Sister, this isn’t fair!”

“Senior Sister, you’re breaking your promise!”

“Senior Sister, this violates martial ethics!”

“……”

What’s happening?!

You You froze. The troublemaker here was Shui Yan? The reason everyone called her Senior Sister wasn’t just her strength, but the respect she’d earned. She fiercely protected disciples, especially female ones. When the sect was obscure, bullied disciples always sought her help. Her authority even rivaled steward elders like Ling Qi.

Having endured hardships, Shui Yan treated juniors kindly—unless they confessed feelings. Public clashes like this were unheard of.

You You rushed inside. Shui Yan stood onstage gripping her long sword, facing a crowd of furious disciples—including sisters who’d escaped the den of evil with her.

Kui Bi, present as staff, blocked the brewing fight. “Stop! Shui Yan has every right to compete. Calm down and—”

“Move!” Shui Yan kicked him offstage, ignoring his defense. “You resent my last-minute entry? Fine—gang up on me! Fair enough?”

Disciples exchanged glances, then erupted:

“You said it, Senior Sister!”

“Eliminate her first!”

“Don’t let her win! I’m in!”

“Take down Senior Sister, then compete!”

“For the Sect Master—charge!”

Disciples swarmed the stage—eager fighters, thrill-seekers, and hapless bystanders dragged into the chaos.

“Good! First place is mine!” Shui Yan slammed her sword into the ground. Sword energy blasted attackers back. “Only I will drink tea with the Sect Master!”

You You stumbled mid-step.

What nonsense?!

Ling Qi coughed awkwardly. “Before the competition… disciples voted for rewards. I hadn’t reported yet.” He handed her a paper:

Zhen Yan Sect Graduation Rewards

1st: One-hour tea chat with Sect Master

2nd: Two-hour blessing from Master Yuan

3rd: One-pound bag of Master Feng’s roasted nuts

4th: …

You You gaped. “This is their choice?!”

Tea chats? Was she some celebrity? Had the sect become too poor for proper pills or tools?

“I verified the votes myself,” Ling Qi said. The top prize made sense—disciples revered their celestial maiden leader. Master Yuan’s blessings aided Cultivation. But Master Feng’s nuts? He’d never agree!

“So Shui Yan’s causing chaos for…”

“Tea with you,” Ling Qi confirmed.

As brawling escalated, a kicked disciple spotted You You. “Sect Master!”

The arena froze. Magical tools clattered harmlessly as disciples knelt.

“Disorder! Disrespect! Rule-breaking!” You You stormed to the judges’ platform. “Today’s results are void! All participants copy the Qiu Zhang Technique—”

She paused. “—every existing version!”

Disciples paled. The Qiu Zhang Technique had over a hundred versions.