Chapter 1109 Don't be so polite

At night, Song Chunxue stayed in a spacious palace. Sitting by the window, she could see layers upon layers of clouds and the human world below.

If her senior brother hadn't said that the first level of heaven wouldn't be "one day in heaven is one year on earth," she definitely wouldn't have dared to stay any longer.

During the day, she met many remarkable like-minded people, each with an air of otherworldly grace, which strengthened Song Chunxue's resolve to strive for excellence.

Since we are inferior to others in every way, we should be more humble, more proactive, and work hard to improve ourselves.

She used to think she was one of the older practitioners, but when she was among a crowd, she realized that she was actually quite young.

Very few people are born geniuses; most have gone through countless trials and tribulations before they are qualified to be here.

Above them are the second, third, and even ninth heavens.

Song Chunxue never even considered that unattainable height.

She doesn't want to rack her brains right now; the most important thing is to do what's in front of her.

Leave the worries of the future to the future.

After Xie Zheng recovered, they became old Taoist priests who were obsessed with cultivation.

Therefore, Song Chunxue adopted a go-with-the-flow attitude towards the competition the next day, without any intention of sharpening her skills at the last minute.

She not only went to bed early, but when the Moon-Accompanying Immortal and Daoist Han arrived, they could actually hear her soft snoring outside the door.

"This..." The Moon-Accompanying Immortal was quite helpless. "I thought she wouldn't be able to sleep because of tomorrow's events, and I was worried that she would be too embarrassed to come to me for help. I, as her master, took the initiative to come, but she's already asleep?"

Master Han laughed at him, "I told you you worry too much. Although last-minute preparation can make things a little easier, a calm mindset is the most crucial secret to success. I think this is a good approach."

"Hey, tell me, as Xie Zheng's master, aren't you worried? Aren't you afraid that if she loses, you'll be unhappy and won't get their medicine?"

If they win this bet, they will receive a lot of medicinal herbs, which are very important for Xie Zheng's recovery.

"I'm worried, I'm more worried about her losing than they are," Master Han said with a touch of melancholy, holding a folding fan in his hand with his hands clasped behind his back. "The older you get, the more naive you become, and the more serious you are. But so what? We can't really drag her out of bed and have her sharpen her knife in the middle of the night, can we?"

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal remained silent; he actually wanted to call out to the person.

He knew that although his apprentice was talented and hardworking, he had also caused someone's building to collapse last time and was seriously injured.

But that's only because they know they're in the wrong and don't want to fight back. If they were to use their best skills and bring in reinforcements, they would have no choice but to suffer in silence.

"Senior brother, let's go back and play chess. Don't you want to have a good match with our third senior brother?"

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal exhaled, "I'd rather spar with him in swordsmanship than in chess."

Master Han perked up at this, "Then, would I have the chance to spar with my senior brother?"

“Alright,” the Moon-Accompanying Immortal looked at him intently, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

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Early in the morning, Song Chunxue was awakened from her bed by the sound of knocking on the door.

I thought it was thundering and raining.

She sat up and saw everything in front of her, then she remembered where she was.

Seeing the bright sunlight streaming in through the window and shining directly on the headboard, she couldn't help but marvel at how well she could sleep.

It's all because the bed here is so comfortable; I slept so soundly.

"Junior brother, you're still sleeping! The competition starts in half an hour. The fact that you two issued a challenge has attracted everyone's attention, and they're all looking forward to you two fighting."

Lord Zhao stood at the door and said, "Hurry up and pack your things. Let's discuss a plan. If it doesn't work out, we'll back out. After all, you're a woman, so it's understandable that you might change your mind occasionally."

What happened to the woman?

Song Chunxue's dazed mind instantly cleared. "Senior Brother, how could you say that? What's wrong with women? Besides, do you think I, Song Chunxue, am easily frightened?"

"We haven't even fought yet, how can you boost others' morale and diminish your own? If you're going to back down, it'll be when you're about to die." Song Chunxue raised her hand to comb her hair with her fingers, then walked straight out of the room. "Let's go, let's grab something to eat before we go fight."

"Take care of yourself, there's no rush. Change your clothes and wash up before you come. I heard that breakfast was delicious today, so just hurry up."

Song Chunxue muttered something, indicating that she had quite a few requirements.

But she still accepted the teapot that Zhang Chengxuan handed her.

"Thank you both, senior brothers. Please wait for me for a quarter of an hour."

"Okay, no rush, take your time." Zhang Chengxuan comforted her gently, "What's wrong with making them wait for two or three hours? They need to digest their food, otherwise their stomachs will feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, that's right."

“Then I’m going to feed the stubborn donkey,” Zhang Chengxuan pointed behind him. “He came to kick my door early this morning, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.”

Song Chunxue was both amused and exasperated. "Hahaha, then I'll have to trouble you to take care of him, Junior Brother."

That stubborn donkey was indeed a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong, even though he knew that Master Zhang had a good temper.

She changed into her favorite black outfit in the room. It was practical and easy to wear, with no cumbersome coat hem or sleeves, and the boots were tightly strapped to her calves, making it very comfortable.

As expected, men's clothes are straightforward and simple, while most women's clothes are dignified and elegant, but a bit fussy.

However, its beauty lies precisely in its verbose nature.

If a young lady from a respectable family doesn't have to work and rarely leaves her home, who wouldn't want to wear a beautiful embroidered dress and smile with her lips covered?

After washing up, she ate a bowl of sesame-filled glutinous rice balls and then a bowl of vegetarian wontons.

Afterwards, the two senior brothers led them to the training ground, which was a hundred miles away.

People were already sparring, but when Song Chunxue and her group appeared, they seemed to know that someone had made a tactical decision and immediately cleared the space.

Song Chunxue didn't hesitate. With the fearlessness of a newborn calf, she went up to the platform in the middle without even greeting her senior uncle and senior brother.

"Qingxuan, come out." Song Chunxue put one hand on her hip. "Don't keep everyone waiting."

The others who came with her all sighed and facepalmed.

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal closed his eyes. "This disciple of mine is always talking big. Don't expect me to comfort him if he loses. Han Qingfeng, this matter is yours."

Lord Zhao and Zhang Chengxuan looked at their arrogant junior brother on the platform with a hint of envy.

"Who says she's bound to lose? I think she'll definitely win," Lord Zhao laughed. "It's not like she can't use Wuyou."

“Even without Wuyou, she might not lose.” Zhang Chengxuan sat down calmly, picked up his teacup, and said, “Master and Uncle, don’t worry.”

His senior brothers were curious and wanted to know more about this junior sister.

Qingxuan arrived at the center of the stage, cupped his hands, and said, "Please enlighten me."

Song Chunxue flung the peach branch out, "Snap!"

Qingxuan immediately took out a long chain to defend himself.

"Bang!"

Master Han stood up. "What is that in Qingxuan's hand?"

He immediately said to Song Chunxue, "Yong Wuyou, don't be polite. They're trying to trick you, so be careful!"

"Yes, Martial Aunt." Song Chunxue's lips curled slightly. What to do? She wasn't afraid at all; in fact, she was quite excited!

P.S.: I had relatives visiting during the holiday, which delayed my writing. Sorry.