Sikong Jing focused his gaze and saw a light shield rising from the center of the arena, inside were two people engaged in a fierce struggle.

Both of them were Spirit Martial Stage Spiritual Battle Realm existences.

One of them was Beiming Hanshan's Lu Shan, whom Sikong Jing had seen before, but the other's sect was unknown.

With just one look, Sikong Jing lost interest.

His gaze was already frantically moving, and finally settled on the cold aura at the center of the banquet.

That was the iconic aura of the Wunian Saint Sect, where the female disciples of Wunian Saint Sect were sitting, with wine and dishes in front of them, each staring expressionlessly at the battle within the light shield.

Due to the special nature of the Supreme Forget Love Technique, they stood out particularly at the banquet.

However, among them, there was a girl who wasn't sitting, but standing behind the leading woman.

The girl had only one arm.

Yet even so, her slender jade fingers were placed on the shoulder of the leading woman, humbly massaging it.

The girl was, of course, Sikong Jing's sister Sikong Ling.

At this moment, just as Wen Luo described, Sikong Ling looked like a humble little servant, serving the female disciples of the Wunian Saint Sect, and the person being served, Sikong Jing didn't need to ask to know who she was...

She was Bi Xian, the strongest core disciple of the Wunian Saint Sect who had come to Wanbing City this time.

"Thump thump thump…"

Merely upon seeing his sister for the first time, Sikong Jing's Beast Heart couldn't help but race wildly.

It was no longer a brewing killing intent, but an impulse to instantly become demonized, a desire to wildly tear Bi Xian apart.

But in the next moment, Sikong Jing's heart ached, ached to the extreme.

This was his closest, closest sister, whom his parents had entrusted him in their letter to take good care of.

Yet she had been forcibly taken away by Changqing Venerable; now she had come from the relatively safe Wunian Saint Sect to the perilous Wanbing City just for the name "Sikong Buwang."

To confirm whether Sikong Buwang is him, she had to humbly serve like a servant and lower her proud head.

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing's eyes flushed with a fiery feeling, it was the tears of self-reproach and anger.

Thus he heavily stepped forward, walking towards his sister step by step, each step seemed to carry a biting coldness, but when he looked at his sister Sikong Ling, his eyes were filled with gentleness.

He wanted to embrace his sister, telling her that brother was here, and that brother wouldn't let her suffer any more grievances.

"Wow…"

Just as Sikong Jing was trying to suppress his emotions and stepped forward, a scream came from inside the light shield at the center of the arena; the two fighting had already determined the outcome.

Beiming Hanshan's Lu Shan claimed victory, and an insane cheering erupted around, the mad shouts of the Beiming Hanshan disciples.

But Sikong Jing, of course, paid no heed.

Yet in the next moment, Lu Shan stood in the light shield and pointed towards the women of the Wunian Saint Sect.

"Bi Xian of Wunian Saint Sect, according to our agreed duel rules, next it's your turn to challenge me."

"I am at the Spiritual Battle Realm Peak, so you can only send someone at the Spiritual Battle Realm or below to fight. If I'm not mistaken, the only person below Spirit Movement Realm you can send now seems to be the one-armed girl behind you, right?"

Hearing this, Sikong Jing's advancing steps slightly paused, his gaze involuntarily moving to Lu Shan inside the light shield.

The one-armed girl Lu Shan pointed to was, of course, his sister.

Sikong Jing had just arrived, and naturally didn't know what the duel rules were, but from Lu Shan's words, it seemed that only his sister among the ten disciples of the Wunian Saint Sect fit the rules, would Bi Xian really let his sister fight?

Wen Luo had said before that his sister hadn't reached the Spirit Martial Stage yet, and she only had one arm left now.

Fixing his gaze on Bi Xian, Sikong Jing moved again, weaving through the crowd towards the Wunian Saint Sect...

At the same time, the gaze of everyone present fell on the women of the Wunian Saint Sect…

Bi Xian, however, continued to sit expressionlessly.

In the next moment, she coolly responded to Lu Shan: "Indeed… Wang Ge, you'll fight!"

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Ling trembled slightly, then nodded heavily and stepped out.

She neither refused nor resisted!

But at this moment, a female disciple behind Bi Xian spoke: "Senior Bi Xian, letting Wang Ge, who hasn't even reached the Spirit Martial Stage, fight, isn't that clearly leading to defeat? Why not just forfeit?"

The second woman chimed in: "Yes, why not simply admit defeat?"

The third woman nodded heavily, continuing: "After all, losing is no big deal since it's just a competition below Spirit Movement Realm. We can win it back when it's our turn to fight."

With the voices of these two women, Sikong Ling's steps slightly halted.

But she merely listened passively without speaking, as whether she fought or not didn't depend on her, but on Bi Xian's decision.

Hearing this, Bi Xian suddenly waved her hand, stopping her junior sisters from speaking further, and instead looked at Sikong Ling.

"Wang Ge, this battle must succeed, not fail."

"If you lose, I'll chop off one of your arms and present it to Changqing Venerable's face, to let her know how much disgrace her disciple brought upon Wunian Saint Sect by losing to the mortal enemy Beiming Hanshan."

Bi Xian's words were extremely harsh and chilling.

In response, Sikong Ling trembled again, knowing she had only one arm left.

But Sikong Ling knew, Bi Xian was certainly doing it on purpose; she obviously didn't have to bring her, knowing well she hadn't reached the Spirit Martial Stage yet, knowing well that coming would surely embarrass Wunian Saint Sect.

Yet she brought her.

Perhaps she wasn't just targeting her but targeting the Changqing Lineage.

Using her to deliberately slap Changqing Venerable's face, perhaps in her eyes, she was irrelevant, such excuses were just pretenses, she was merely a tool to strike at the Changqing Lineage.

To make Changqing Venerable lose face was the goal; as for her life or death, who cared?

But for Sikong Ling, there was no retreat, even if she screamed herself hoarse with "I'm just at Martial Battle Realm, how can I be an opponent" gut-wrenching words, it would be entirely useless.

In the eyes of these heartless and unfeeling people, she was merely a tool no matter how much she whimpered.

Thinking of this, Sikong Ling simply replied expressionlessly: "Yes, Senior Bi Xian."

After speaking, she turned and walked towards the direction of the light shield without looking back; Sikong Ling also knew, with her Martial Battle Realm strength, defeating Beiming Hanshan's Lu Shan was nearly impossible…

But she had no choice but to fight desperately.

At least Mieqing Venerable wasn't biased, only by fighting to the death for the Wunian Saint Sect might she win a trace of Mieqing Venerable's sympathy, ensuring she could continue to eke out an existence in Wanbing City…

Only by losing miserably might she make Mieqing Venerable retrieve the arm that was sure to be chopped off.

And return to the manor to see if Sikong Buwang was there and if he was her brother.

Watching Sikong Ling's steadfast steps, Bi Xian's gaze couldn't help but turn cold; she deeply disliked Sikong Ling's unwavering attitude, wanting to hear Sikong Ling's desperate pleas…

But she didn't; in her eyes, Wang Ge was so unwavering.

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