Looking at Sage Empress Zhu of the Mist-Hidden Peak, she sat with her long legs crossed, radiating an overwhelming aura.
Her narrow, phoenix-like eyes held no one else, focusing only on the Consort Princess who was about to take the stage.
The Yun clan kid certainly had quite the fortune.
Moreover, he was even better at causing a stir than his father before him.
On one side was a major shareholder of the national religion, the Divine Radiance Sect—powerful, wealthy, exceptionally talented, beautiful, and boasting a top-tier figure.
On the other side was a gentle and understanding older sister, highly skilled and like-minded, making her the perfect choice for a devoted wife.
How to choose was indeed a difficult problem.
It was no longer news that Jing Tan’er spent all her time at Jueyun Peak instead of returning to her own Master’s Sect.
Carrying her father’s royal decree, she acted as willful as she pleased.
While she claimed, “My father ordered me to, I have no choice,” her actions were very honest as she constantly sought kisses and hugs.
It was even common for her to stay overnight.
Even if Gelan trusted her disciple, she didn’t trust a “fox spirit” like her.
She had no choice but to bring her whole family to stay on the mountain peak and keep watch.
With the Second Mother and the Aunt Master—two powerhouse guardians—staying on the mountain, they maintained a strict defense!
The Yao Lu disciples were the biggest gossips.
They couldn’t stand by and watch their Senior Sister suffer a loss, so they began to come up with crooked ideas.
The rumors spread by the Qingxia Peak disciples were in full swing, turning the situation into a passionate love triangle.
The Protagonist was once again that discarded disciple who had broken his engagement, and the versions of the story were varied and colorful.
Clearly, the drama of the yellow-haired mistress and the bitter first wife that caused a sensation during the return-to-school season was now out of date.
Now, it was the turn of the Princess and the Senior Sister!
Wait, putting aside why Junior Sister Jing “surrendered,” when did the Goddess of Qingxia become spoken for?
The Five Peaks disciples immediately reached a boiling point.
Everyone craned their necks, wanting to go to the Shanhai Pavilion to find out the truth.
This was just great.
The grand Sect Great Competition had become a mere side show.
Rather than caring about who would emerge as the champion of this year’s Cloud Top Go Sword, everyone in the Divine Radiance Sect—from the Master and Elders down to the street cleaners in the Fang Street—cared more about whose house Yun would end up in.
After all, a Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master was a massive stroke of Fortune.
He could rebuild the sect’s glory and protect the nation’s prosperity.
Was it the irresistible royal decree and a life of luxury, or would he stand by his heart and see this pure romance with his Senior Sister to the end?
If Yun Liu followed Jing Tan’er, not only would Miss Xiao lose her Protector Daoist, but the Divine Radiance Sect would also suffer a heavy loss.
The Shanhai Pavilion was everywhere, but the Sea of Clouds could not be moved.
They could only watch as his Fortune slipped away.
Believe it or not, this ridiculous storm had actually escalated to a point where it concerned the rise and fall of the Sect.
Where the Blessed Fate would land all depended on the young man’s single thought.
On the surface, it looked like two women chasing a husband, but in essence, it was an invisible Trial of Fate.
Outside the Dragon Subduing Hall, the Grand Elder shook his head and laughed bitterly.
Out of his own selfishness, he secretly cheered for Qin Yao.
Only now did he realize how cunning Gelan was.
Her determination to pass down her legacy was painstaking.
The Sect Leader Senior Brother must also be having a headache right now.
The most ridiculous part of it all was that this unowned opportunity appeared only because it had been rejected by someone, leading to a scramble among the various powers of the East Pole Province.
At this moment, the Lord of Mist City, who was watching from the sidelines, almost felt like divorcing his wife.
This should have been Xinran’s exclusive Blessed Fate, but because of his wife’s shortsightedness and meddling, it had turned into a misunderstanding and was handed over to others.
In the clouds, flying swords clashed with constant metallic ringing.
Qin Yao’s beautiful face remained calm and composed, while Chen Luo was already drenched in sweat.
Zing!
The Jasper Flying Sword returned to Qin Yao’s hand.
Her Sword Qi acted like a needle and thread, weaving a dense, airtight Sword Net.
“Senior Sister Qin’s Sword Intent is continuous and unending. I admit inferiority,” Chen Luo said.
Trapped in the cage, Chen Luo hooked his finger to recall his flying sword and decisively admitted defeat.
The previous flying sword duel had already simulated every possibility, and without exception, they all ended in defeat.
Whether it was Divine Sense or cultivation, Qin Yao was much stronger than she had been the previous year.
She truly lived up to the name of Chief Disciple.
“You flatter me,” Qin Yao replied with a polite bow.
She left the field gracefully as cheers erupted from the direction of Qingxia Peak.
The Grand Elder snapped out of his thoughts and loudly announced the result, which came as no surprise.
Qin Yao’s Spirit Breath had already reached its peak, and she was on the verge of Nascent Soul.
Aside from the Chief of Falling Cloud Peak, no one in the younger generation of the Sword Sect was her match.
The next match was also highly anticipated.
Seeing the name glowing on the sword post, Ji Shiyu blinked.
She leaped to the top of the Mist Tower and looked around but couldn’t find that annoying white-robed youth.
Yun Liu’s match was scheduled for the penultimate round.
Because the herb garden’s Hei Nu had gone on strike without reason, the young man at the center of the controversy was currently watering the plants in the spirit garden, looking quite leisurely.
“Xiao Xinran of Sunset Peak against Lang Sanhuan of Mist-Hidden Peak!”
The spiritual energy transmission echoed through the Sea of Clouds, causing a new round of commotion.
In yesterday’s battle, Xiao Xinran had been forced to use her Flame God Form.
Her Sword Intent had appeared for the first time without reservation, allowing her to narrowly defeat a First Peak disciple.
Her stunning performance had made everyone look at her in a new light, including Yun Liu.
The young man nodded, then shook his head.
‘She has a chance, but not much. Her opponent will definitely be on guard. Moreover, the girl is injured, and her consumption was not light.’
He was curious to see how far the originally lazy and willful Protagonist could go by relying on her own strength after sweeping away her slump.
This hot and lively girl-next-door had also rewritten her fate of defeat, reversing the losing streak.
Xiao Xinran’s Special Weapon was hidden in the Sword Furnace.
It was something she should have obtained next year by breaking into the top sixteen after returning from her training in the Boundless Sea.
However, the prematurely awakened Extreme Dao Female Yao had unknowingly caught up to the back she used to admire, even surpassing the Yun Liu of last year.
Everyone looked toward Sunset Peak, seeing a red-clothed girl sitting in meditation.
She slowly exhaled a breath of scorching air, glanced back at her Master, and stepped onto her flying sword to ascend.
“Master, I’m going.”
“Mhm. Safety first.”
The Sunset Peak First Seat looked at the composed Mist-Hidden Peak First Seat, his expression not looking very good.
Lang Sanhuan was a “shrinking turtle.”
At the peak of Foundation Establishment, he already showed signs of a Golden Core.
If he was determined to grind her down, Xinran was absolutely not his match.
This was also while she was grounded during the Sect Great Competition.
Tu Gou couldn’t even imagine how she would fight if she had heard those rumors outside!
Recalling the small goal they had set before, the Sunset Peak First Seat felt somewhat relieved.
For Xinran to achieve this result in her debut was already quite remarkable.
Aside from that yellow-haired kid with heaven-defying luck, one could count such talents throughout history on one hand.
But seeing that one more victory would qualify her to enter the Sword Furnace, Tu Gou couldn’t help but hope for more.
In his heart, he naturally wanted his personal disciple to obtain the best sect resources.
Even among the top thirty-two, there was more than one monster freshman this year.
One was a lucky person with incredible dog-shit luck, while the other had fought her way out of a bloody path among many Inner Disciples.
The weight of their achievements was not on the same level.
After taking several Spirit Summoning Pills, Xiao Xinran’s complexion looked much better, though her Qi Sea was still not quite full.
Lang Sanhuan was a sturdy young man with a slightly high hairline and small eyes.
He always seemed to be smiling.
As soon as he ascended to the clouds, he offered a kind reminder.
“Does Junior Sister Xiao need to rest for a bit? I’m in no hurry.”
“No need. Please, Brother Lang!”
Xiao Xinran shook her head, her gaze firm.
She grew more courageous as she fought.
Ao Tian looked at his high-spirited ex-wife, then at the listless mistress, and scratched his head.
Why was every opponent getting tougher than the last?