She fed it ten in a row. It probably still wasn't full, but Li Zi had run out of patience. She put the hairpin away and went down the mountain to ask around about the Sect Competition.
As it turned out, each sect had only ten spots in the Sect Competition.
Only disciples under twenty could participate.
Many disciples entered once when they were eighteen or nineteen, so they wouldn't become frogs at the bottom of a well and could see how they measured up against their peers.
Others, who received little attention in their sects, hoped to use the opportunity to make a name for themselves.
By the time Li Zi reached the Main Peak Hall, the list of contestants had already been posted.
Among the eighteen- and nineteen-year-old disciples who had only just reached the Golden Core Stage, eleven-year-old Li Zi stood out.
When she arrived, quite a few disciples cast envious glances her way.
"She's the biggest beneficiary of connections in our sect! Who was it that said her parents were mortals, and her mother was even a maid? What a joke under Heaven!"
"Just look at how her cultivation has shot up. She must have someone backing her. Could someone with no connections improve that fast? How long has she even been in the sect?"
Li Zi was baffled.
Me? Someone backing me?
She went over and asked, "Are you talking about me? What's going on?"
She couldn't recall having anyone backing her.
Immortal Ziyang might count?
Master might count?
But aside from them, there's no one else, right?
The disciple said sourly, "The Sect Master of the Hall of Samsara, who's hosting this Sect Competition, personally asked for you to take part."
The head of an entire sect!
He had asked for her by name!