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Yin Jian's words had the desired effect, and most of the disciples began to calm down. They understood the stakes clearly—failure this year could result in the sect being demoted to a low-tier sect.

Such a demotion would be devastating. Resources would become scarce, barely enough to sustain the younger generation's cultivation.

Their prospects for growth would shrink drastically.

Life for cultivators on Red Pole was harsh and unforgiving. Strength was the currency of survival.

Prove yourself strong, and you will earn resources to grow even stronger. Fall behind, and you will be left with nothing but empty hands and shattered dreams.

"I agree with the Sect Master. Even if Feng Fan hadn't provoked the other sects, competing for the top spot would still be out of reach with our current strength. Only Huang Xue and Xue Qiang are strong enough, but the rest of us are too weak," said one of the White Crow Sect disciples.

Most nodded in agreement. It was a hard truth to face.

Nearly all the White Crow Sect disciples participating in the Combat category were in the 2nd or 3rd Foundation Establishment realm. Compared to the top-tier sects, it was pitiful.

Feng Fan shook his head, suppressing his frustration. 'We have two Golden Core Formation experts, and these guys are still afraid? No wonder the White Crow Sect has fallen so far.'

He couldn't hide his displeasure. Both Huang Xue and Xue Qiang were at the 2nd level of the Golden Core Formation realm.

Even in a year like this, where there were more Golden Core cultivators than usual, the two of them would easily rank among the top ten individually.

And yet, their peers acted as if they'd already lost.
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The Sect Master nodded in approval. While it was admirable to put on a strong front, a person needed to know their limits.

Still, the Combat category would likely depend on their strongest disciples. Yin Jian turned to them. "Huang Xue, Xue Qiang, do you have any thoughts on our strategy for the competition?"

Huang Xue was the first to respond, her tone cool and detached. "I don't."

Xue Qiang didn't reply immediately. Instead, she glanced at Feng Fan, catching his frustrated expression.

His face betrayed his thoughts; hiding his emotions clearly wasn't his strong suit.

"Fanfan, what do you think we should do?" she asked.

The crowd turned to Feng Fan, stunned. None of them had expected Xue Qiang to seek his input—especially since he was the reason for their precarious situation.

Feng Fan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but only for a moment. If she was asking, there was no need to hold back.

He stood up, brushing off the dirt and rising to his full height. His gaze swept over the White Crow Sect disciples as he straightened his posture, puffed out his chest, and raised his chin slightly. He clasped his hands behind his back, adopting a dignified air.

In his mind, he replayed a motivational speech he had written in one of his novels. Now was the time to channel it.

"A bunch of trash," he began, his voice sharp and cutting. "Do you guys even dare to call yourselves cultivators?!"

"Bastard! You dare insult us?!"

"Who do you think you are? It's your fault all the sects will be after us!"

The crowd exploded with angry outbursts, their frustration directed squarely at Feng Fan.

But Feng Fan only smiled. To him, their outrage confirmed he was on the right track.

'The more they oppose, the more I know I'm doing the right thing,' he thought.

Yin Jian, observing the chaos, didn't show any anger. He remained calm, his eyes fixed on Feng Fan with an expression of curiosity, as if waiting to see where this would lead.

Feng Fan allowed the noise to settle, his silence drawing attention back to him. When the murmurs finally died down, he spoke again, his tone firm.

"We are cultivators," he began. "How can we claim to battle against the heavens and seek immortality if we're too afraid to fight? Look at yourselves! Do you really think this fear and hesitation are the right path?"

The White Crow Sect disciples remained silent, their faces a mixture of shame and indignation. They didn't dare rebuke Feng Fan, the sting of his words lingered in the air.

They knew he was right.

Feng Fan noticed their hesitation and decided it was time to deliver the final blow. Turning to Elder Jiang and Sect Master Yin Jian, he raised his voice so everyone could hear.

"Elder Jiang, Sect Master," he said, his tone sharp, "didn't you bring us from Earth because the younger generation of the White Crow Sect was trash? Doesn't this action alone prove what I've been saying?"

Elder Jiang and Yin Jian froze, their expressions a mix of surprise and discomfort. Feng Fan wasn't lying, but to say such a thing so bluntly in front of everyone...

Their lack of response was all the confirmation Feng Fan needed. His grin widened, exuding confidence and defiance.

"That's all I needed to hear," he said, turning back to the crowd. "I'm going to fight for first place. Whoever has the guts to aim for the top and bring glory back to our sect, come with me. The rest of you? Stay behind and wallow in your fear. We don't need cowards dragging us down!"

His bold declaration left the crowd stunned, the silence heavy with unspoken emotions. For some, his words were a wake-up call. For others, they were a challenge.

Either way, Feng Fan's fiery words were impossible to ignore.

Xue Qiang smiled warmly. 'This is the man I love,' she thought as she stepped closer to Feng Fan. She gripped his hand firmly.

"Fanfan, even if you venture into the depths of hell, I'll follow you. Battling for the top spot is nothing in comparison. Count me in," she declared with conviction.

Huang Xue stepped forward next, her tone calm but resolute. "I'm with you too."

Tan Wei quickly followed, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Brother Feng, I couldn't agree more with you!"

Gong Long, who had remained quiet since the start, finally stepped forward. His voice carried both gratitude and determination.

"I owe you my life, Brother Feng. Count me in—let's do this!"

One by one, the other disciples found themselves swept up by Feng Fan's words.

In a matter of moments, everyone had agreed to him. Their strategy shifted completely—from hiding at the outskirts to taking a bold, aggressive stance.

Feng Fan's idea was simple: If Gods block, kill the Gods; if Buddhas block, kill the Buddhas

Elder Jiang let out a deep, weary sigh, but it quickly transformed into a soft smile. Feng Fan was, without a doubt, the most troublesome disciple he had ever encountered in his long life.

He chuckled inwardly. 'Every day with this brat feels like it shaves a few years off my lifespan,' Elder Jiang mused. Yet, beneath the exasperation, a glimmer of pride shone through.

'But Feng Fan has something the White Crow Sect lost long ago—the unyielding will to defy the heavens. Perhaps that's the most important gift we've received from Earth. More than even Huang Xue or Xue Qiang's immortal talents.'

Elder Jiang glanced at his old friend and Sect Master, Yin Jian, who had been by his side for centuries. Yin Jian met his gaze with a knowing smile.

They didn't exchange words. They didn't need to.

For the first time in centuries, they felt a spark of the passion they had once carried—the spirit of their youth, when the heavens seemed less infinite and every obstacle felt conquerable.

Feng Fan had reminded them of what it truly meant to be cultivators.

Elder Jiang exhaled deeply, bracing himself for the trials ahead. 'Since they've made their decision, all I can do now is support them and hope this path leads to something great… and not to ruin.'