From her perspective, Xiao Yunting's confidence in challenging Fang Chen meant he must have some extraordinary skill—a trump card capable of threatening Fang Chen—otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to speak so boldly.
So at the very beginning, Hua Mengying didn't hold back. She immediately unleashed her ultimate move.
She just didn't expect Xiao Yunting to be so utterly weak.
She originally thought he might resist for a while, but he fell almost immediately.
Xiao Yunting collapsed to the ground. The once bustling square fell silent; one could hear a pin drop.
Many disciples froze on the spot, staring in shock at the scene.
Clearly, no one expected it to turn out this way.
He went down with just one move—how fragile!
"I thought he had some ability… turns out he's just a pompous clown."
"With skills like that, and he actually dared to challenge His Highness the Holy Son!"
Hua Mengying snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Xiao Yunting had already been knocked unconscious. His defeat was complete, and there was no reason for her to stay.
A contest that had drawn countless eyes had ended in such a ridiculous fashion.
"This is pure humiliation. How could anyone replace His Highness the Holy Son?"
Dongfang You, who had been holding back anger for a long time, could not miss this opportunity. He sneered, joining in the ridicule.
The surrounding disciples quickly caught on, and a flood of mocking voices followed:
"I said Xiao Yunting was a pompous clown, and look—it's true!"
"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would've left earlier. I thought I'd witness an epic battle, but Fairy Hua ended it in one strike!"
"Where did he get the confidence to challenge the Holy Son and even claim he could replace him?"
"I thought a new prodigy would emerge, but all we got was a clown. This news has to be spread—what will become of our Sacred Land's reputation?"
"Luckily, this happened within our Sacred Land. If it were elsewhere, we'd lose face for the entire Yun Tian Sacred Land."
The disciples whispered among themselves.
If someone had enough strength, no matter how arrogant, it would earn them admiration.
Their actions would even be seen as a mark of character.
But without strength, it's no longer arrogance—it's pure foolishness, just like Xiao Yunting now.
After some time, Xiao Yunting finally came to, groggy and disoriented.
The moment he remembered the contest, he scrambled to his feet, only to face a torrent of ridicule.
His face turned pale, and a trace of anger flared in his eyes.
But he had no strength to reply—he had truly lost, utterly defeated.
Everything he had done became meaningless.
Though he had gained fame, it was infamous, and he became a clown in everyone's eyes.
"See? I warned you not to act like that. Now look—backfired, didn't it?"
"With someone of the Yun Tian Holy Son's status, he wouldn't even glance at you."
Elder Ming sighed, both frustrated and helpless. He had long advised Xiao Yunting not to act this way, but he hadn't listened.
Even if Xiao Yunting became first in the Sacred Land's grand competition and became a true disciple, his position would still pale in comparison to the Holy Son.
At this level, the Holy Son wouldn't concern himself with Xiao Yunting—there was no benefit in doing so.
A Holy Son of a major sect isn't brainless; he wouldn't take the bait.
Whether the battle ended swiftly or with difficulty, no one would think much of it if the Holy Son defeated him cleanly.
If the contest dragged on and Xiao Yunting gained the upper hand, that would be disastrous.
If Xiao Yunting won, the Holy Son's authority would be severely challenged.
More importantly, if Xiao Yunting could defeat Fang Chen again later, he might even replace Fang Chen as the Holy Son.
That was his plan: to step on Fang Chen now, make a name for himself in Yun Tian Sacred Land, and get noticed by the higher-ups, setting himself up for a future victory against Fang Chen.
It was a clever idea. If Fang Chen had accepted the challenge, Xiao Yunting's plan would be half accomplished. If he had defeated Fang Chen, he would have gained a huge advantage—higher status and abundant cultivation resources.
But unfortunately, Fang Chen was no sycophant from the original story. He didn't intervene, leaving Xiao Yunting's plan in ruins.
The worst part? The match against Hua Mengying ended with him being instantly killed in one strike.
The plan to show off backfired spectacularly. He became the clown instead.
Xiao Yunting took a deep breath. He said nothing and ignored Elder Ming.
Now, he only wanted to retreat, to escape this humiliating place.
As Xiao Yunting left, the Five Elders announced the final results.
The annual Sacred Land Grand Competition of Yun Tian Sacred Land concluded.
Though the contest ended, Xiao Yunting's actions would spread throughout the Sacred Land.
He would become a joke for everyone.
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have successfully slacked off and gained Gui Xu Realm cultivation!]
[Do you accept this reward, host?]
A mechanical voice echoed in Fang Chen's mind.
Fang Chen, originally lying in the garden basking in the sun, opened his eyes, a gleam of delight in them.
It seemed the Grand Competition had ended.
He hadn't paid much attention, focused as he was on slacking off, but the Holy Emperor's voice had been so loud it nearly covered the entire Yun Tian Sacred Land, giving him some idea of what had happened.
"Hua Mengying managed to instantly kill Xiao Yunting, despite being in the same realm. She really went all out—didn't give him a single chance, not even to use his secret techniques."
Though he wasn't present, Fang Chen could roughly guess the situation.
After the refinement with the Yin-Yang Divine Water, Hua Mengying's abilities had greatly increased.
Especially with the secret arts of the Moonlight Hall, she had reached an even higher level, gaining supreme divine powers.
The secret arts of Moonlight Hall were no weak techniques, second only to imperial-level cultivation methods.
They were powerful soul techniques.
If an opponent's soul was weak, they would be unable to resist.
If an opponent's soul was strong, they could resist the Moonlight Hall disciples more easily.
With the Yin-Yang Divine Water's refinement and the Nine Mysterious Soul Seal Fang Chen had given her, Hua Mengying's soul power was unimaginable.
Unless one had a divine-grade artifact protecting their soul, or their own soul was incredibly strong, resisting Hua Mengying's soul attack would be nearly impossible.
Xiao Yunting had neither. He didn't understand Hua Mengying's sudden growth, so he didn't use his secret techniques, and was instantly killed by her.
Even if he had tried, he likely couldn't withstand her attacks.
"Well then, I'll accept it."
Fang Chen took a deep breath and chose to accept the reward.
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