Chapter 119 Awkward Dancing Brat, What Did You Do to Me?!

"Da Yue, you wait! Once I get off the stage, I'll show you what I'm made of!" Bai Ye shouted angrily at the troublemaker below the stage, eliciting another round of good-natured laughter from the crowd.

Joking aside, Bai Shu did not continue to entangle with Bai Ye. Even if they were mother and daughter, once they stepped onto the arena, they would definitely fight with all their might.

This is not only a sign of respect for the competition, but also a sign of respect for each other.

She floated backward like a willow catkin, creating a distance of several dozen feet between herself and Bai.

Bai rubbed his ears, which had been pinched until they were a little red, and looked up at the person opposite him. The smile on Bai Shu's face had disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.

She didn't know exactly how strong her mother was. She had watched Bai Shu fight in the arena before, but the opponents were too weak and could not last more than a few moves against her mother, so it was not of any reference value.

"Little brat, watch out, your mother won't hold back," Bai Shu said with a light laugh.

Bai also composed himself and replied loudly, "Mother, please do as you please. I will not hold back."

"Alright, then let me see just how much real skill you've acquired over the years." Bai Shu laughed loudly, and with a flick of the wind, he vanished from the spot.

Her speed was almost unbelievable; even divine sense could barely track her movements. Bai only felt a blur before his eyes, a gentle breeze brushing his face, and the next second, a tremendous force, both soft and strong, came from his chest.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the protective aura around Bai Ye trembled violently, and his defensive robes also emitted a faint light, dissipating the attack after several cycles.

Bai Ye staggered back several steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

In that split second, Bai Ye recalled how, when she was a child in the White Tiger tribe, her mother would hold her in her palm after every bath and let the gentle breeze from her palm dry her fine, short hair.

Yes, Mother has a mutated wind spirit root, and speed and agility are her strengths.

These thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, and in that instant, Bai Shu had already launched dozens of attacks. Each of her strikes was as light as a feather, her palms were lightly swung out, and at the moment of landing, they burst out with super strong short-range force.

When it struck Bai Ye, it was like beating a giant war drum, with muffled sounds echoing endlessly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After being struck several times in succession, Bai was also knocked back and staggered, barely able to stand on the stage.

Bai Shu's movements are not only fast, but also ethereal, with no fixed pattern. She is like the wind itself, all-pervasive and unpredictable.

However, these attacks, while causing Bai Ye to stagger and her blood to churn, did not cause her much harm.

"Mother, are you tickling me?" Bai Ye provocatively asked, while secretly preparing a big move behind his back.

"Hmph, you brat, if you keep being stubborn, I'll pinch you when you get off the stage!" Bai Shu's voice drifted from all around the arena.

It wasn't that she was deliberately trying to confuse the issue, but rather that her speed was simply too fast, as if dozens of white magicians were speaking simultaneously on the stage.

"Mother, I'm not bullying you. I've already let you slap me so many times while I'm standing still," Bai muttered, clenching her hands behind her back.

In an instant, chains of law spread from her palm, enveloping the entire arena.

She controlled the laws of this space, and the air seemed to freeze.

Bai Shu's ghostly figure suddenly froze, like a flying insect caught in a spider web. The viscous air was the invisible spider web, trapping this little flying insect in place.

"You little rascal, you've got some skills." Bai Shu praised with a smile, his eyes showing no fear of his own predicament, only praise and affirmation for his child.

“However, if you think that this will trap Mother, you are sorely mistaken!” Bai Shu said, then raised her finger and touched her brow, and an ancient, sacred and grand aura awakened within her.

A halo of crimson and gold light spread upwards from her feet, enveloping her entire body and forming a unique domain.

Within its domain, all laws are inviolable!

Even the chains of laws controlled by Bai were repelled by the domineering Emperor Blood Domain, unable to budge them in the slightest.

"Mother, how come your domain has special effects?" Bai Ye shouted from afar.

Bai Shu snorted coldly, "Hmph, don't think I don't know what tricks you're up to. Are you trying to distract me by making me talk?"

"Mother, you underestimate me too much. I can easily destroy a mere Emperor Blood Domain."

Bai clenched his right fist, concentrating all the power of the laws of heaven and earth at its tip. The fist became extremely terrifying, as if it had transformed into a fist of laws, and the fluctuations it emitted caused the entire world to resonate and tremble.

Bai Shu's expression changed, and she quickly formed hand seals, creating giant whirlwinds around her. These whirlwinds contained countless wind blades, which even cut countless cracks in the air, clearly demonstrating their terrifying power.

"That won't stop me!" Bai also warned.

The next second, the space rippled, and Bai Ye's figure appeared directly behind Bai Shu.

Bai Shu reacted extremely quickly; the moment the spatial fluctuations appeared behind her, she had already turned around to attack, but Bai Ye was even faster.

The fist of law, formed by the convergence of countless laws, was unleashed with tremendous force, striking Bai Shu's heart with overwhelming force.

"Snap!"

Like glass falling to the ground, or ice breaking, the crisp sound of shattering echoed throughout the venue.

The Emperor's Blood Domain, which was said to be invulnerable to all attacks and capable of blocking all attacks, was completely shattered by Bai Ye's punch.

The domain shattered, and a tremendous force struck, sending Bai Shu flying backward.

In mid-air, her figure swayed and transformed into a wisp of breeze, merging into the wind.

A golden light flashed in Bai Ye's eyes, and her piercing golden eyes instantly locked onto Bai Shu's figure. She followed him like a shadow, closing in instantly and launching an attack towards Bai Shu's hiding place.

"You little brat, you're relentlessly pursuing me, aren't you?" Bai Shu's somewhat annoyed voice came from the wind. Just as she condensed her form to counterattack, Bai Ye's figure disappeared again.

Bai Ye came up behind Bai Shu, and with a "smack," he slapped the talisman he had prepared for a long time directly onto his mother's back.

"Huh?" Bai Shu froze, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

She was horrified to discover that her body no longer seemed to belong to her; her limbs seemed to have their own consciousness and were completely out of her control.

All the onlookers saw was that the two who had been fighting fiercely just moments before suddenly separated. The Bai clan chief, who had twisted the ear of the troublemaker and made her dare not resist, landed stiffly in the center of the arena, raised her arms high, and twisted her slender waist, actually starting to dance awkwardly on the spot.

"You little brat?! What did you do to me?" Bai Shu was shocked, ashamed, and furious, her fair face flushed red with anger.

The audience below laughed when they saw this unique sacrificial dance from the Wilderness State. Some of the younger disciples even joined in the dance, creating a very lively scene.

Bai grinned, revealing a set of neat, white teeth. "I think I couldn't bear to actually hurt Mother. Since I can't hurt you, I must think of another way to get you down, right?"

As she spoke, she slowly walked to Bai Shu, who was dancing incessantly, reached out and hooked her belt, leading her towards the edge of the arena.

"Ayu, Dayue, catch your clan leader!" Bai shouted to the two people below the stage, their faces flushed from trying not to laugh.

"Yes, young clan leader! Hahaha." Ayu and Dayue replied while laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

Li Chengfeng and the others laughed so hard they almost fell over. They looked at Bai Shu, whose face had turned from red to green after stepping off the stage, and hoped that Chief Bai would go easy on the child later.

On the high platform, Liu Xianyue and Zhong Jiuli were both watching this side. She smirked and transmitted her voice with schadenfreude: "Zhong Jiuli, do you think I should go and stop the little tiger from getting beaten up later? I drew this talisman after all, wouldn't it be a bit wrong not to stop it?"

Zhong Jiuli glanced at her, frowned helplessly, and stopped her, saying, "Don't contact them."

Their special status and their public contact with the mother and daughter during the competition would only bring them criticism.

"Alright, alright, look, Chief Bai is about to start disciplining people."

Zhong Jiuli looked at the eye-catching mother and daughter in the center of the crowd.

The moment Bai Shu gained her freedom, her gaze immediately locked onto Bai Ye, who was crouching down and trying to slip away from the crowd.

"Bai Ye!" The angry shout rang out the instant Bai Shu's figure flashed and he grabbed the little brat who was trying to escape.

With his ear being grabbed, Bai readily admitted defeat, "Oh dear, Mother, I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't pull my ear here. I am the number one genius in the Nine Provinces. It's so embarrassing to have my ear pulled like this."

Just as Bai Shu was about to speak, a deep, muffled voice rang out from above their heads.

"Hey! Who are you? Let go of my friend!"

Bai looked up at Shi Manman's tall figure and huge fist, fearing that this guy might punch her mother without knowing the facts, and that Bai Shu might die.

"Manman, don't get agitated. This is my mother. She's scolding me," she quickly explained.

Upon hearing this, Shi Manman glanced at Bai Shu, then at Bai's ear which was also being pulled, and nodded her big head. "Then you're being naughty and making your mother angry."

Her tone was very serious, carrying an extremely simple and honest sense of right and wrong.

Seeing Shi Manman's reaction, Bai Shu smiled and released his grip on Bai Ye's ear, looking up and saying, "You must be A Ye's new friend. She was just praising you for being so enthusiastic in front of me. Now that I see you, you really are a bright and cheerful girl."

"Shi Manman greets Auntie." Shi Manman clasped her hands in a respectful gesture of respect as a junior.

Feeling a little embarrassed by Bai Shu's straightforward praise, she scratched the back of her head shyly. "I'm actually not that good. It's Bai Ye who's more enthusiastic."

"She's doing well, and so are you. You're both good kids." Bai Shu smiled and agreed. "Come on, let's not linger here. Watching the competition is the most important thing."

She led the tall Shi Manman towards the arena, and Bai quickly followed them, standing together at the edge of the arena.

The fierce battle on the stage was in full swing, with Bei Qianxue and the young master of the Zhao family of Guzhou facing off.

Bei Qianxue's sword moved like a dragon, full of killing intent. The young master of the Zhao family was already showing signs of defeat, and it seemed he wouldn't last more than ten moves.

Bai Ye watched the scene on the arena and whispered in Bai Shu's ear, "Mother, the young masters of the eight great families of Guzhou have such prestigious names, but when they actually fight, they don't seem that powerful."

"Stop talking nonsense and just watch your own thing," Bai Shu stopped her rambling.

These young masters, nurtured with great care by these aristocratic families, are naturally no weaklings. However, in every grand competition of geniuses, there are always exceptionally talented young prodigies who break through the ranks.

In the short time it took for the mother and daughter to exchange a few words, the outcome of the battle on the stage was decided. Bei Qianxue flicked her longsword, unleashing a surge of energy like a tidal wave, and the young master of the Zhao family was sent flying by the sword.

The three moved to another arena to continue watching the battle. Several hours passed, and after a series of fierce battles, the list of the 25 strongest participants in this competition was finally finalized.

The lottery tube in mid-air began to rotate again, and the lottery numbers of the twenty-five people appeared one after another on the light screen. Because the number of people was odd, one lucky person would be selected in this round and would advance without a bye.

After the lottery tube stopped spinning and everyone saw who had won, although some people cried out in despair at why it was that person again, it did not cause much controversy.

Although she dislikes Bai Ye, it is undeniable that with her strength, even if she goes on stage, as long as she doesn't encounter Ming Wushuang, she should be able to advance easily.

Therefore, although the people had grievances, they did not feel too bitter.

Bai was surprised to be so lucky and got a bye. She was happy to have some free time and moved around the various arenas, which also allowed her to get to know her opponents in advance.

She watched the competitions of several prodigies, including Ming Wushuang, Shi Manman, Su Lan, and Fang Yourong. These individuals were indeed exceptionally strong, and their opponents would often be defeated within a few rounds.

By the time this round of competition concluded, it was completely dark. However, the sky above Sword Debate Peak became even more lively, with thousands of cultivators eagerly anticipating the final showdown.

These thirteen individuals are already the most outstanding in this competition, and the highly anticipated top ten spots will undoubtedly be chosen from among them.

Yes, it was them! Only after the final list was announced did everyone realize with astonishment that all thirteen of the top thirteen in this year's Kyushu Grand Competition were female cultivators, with not a single male cultivator among them.

Many of the male cultivators present were somewhat ashamed of this result, but many others were even more eager for the exciting duel to come.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the lottery tube in mid-air spun again, and the moment it stopped, the new round of matchups would be revealed.

Unlike before, starting from this round, the competition will adopt a double-elimination format, with the winner advancing directly to the next round, while the loser will not be eliminated.

They will fall into the loser's bracket and face off against the other losers again for that last chance to advance.

This arrangement is to minimize the chances of top talents being eliminated prematurely due to bad luck in the draw. If they lose two matches in a row, it only means that their strength is indeed slightly inferior, and elimination is inevitable.

The new round of matchups has been announced, and this time, Ming Wushuang is the one who gets a bye.

After a moment's thought, the crowd below understood. Both Ming Wushuang and Bai Ye were people with great fortune, so it was reasonable that they could attract the favor of the heavens one after another.

Soon, everyone's attention was drawn to the great battle that was about to begin on the arena.

On arenas numbered one through six stood twelve exceptionally talented geniuses. Among them were physical cultivators with soaring qi and blood, sword prodigies with overwhelming sword intent, masters of Gu control who manipulated Gu worms, and a young genius who possessed a rare treasure and could summon great sea monsters to serve him.

Regardless of their lineage or techniques, those who stand on this arena at this moment are all peerless geniuses who overwhelm their peers and are figures that countless cultivators need to look up to.

As long as these people don't perish prematurely, they will surely have a place in the future of Kyushu.

On the sixth arena where Bai Ye was, standing opposite her was a female cultivator dressed in a plain white robe and holding a feather fan. The female cultivator's black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her temperament was gentle and refreshing, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

“Barbarian State, Bai Ye!” Bai Ye greeted him with a cupped-hand salute.

"Zhongzhou, Tianji Pavilion, Jiang Zhuohua." The white-robed female cultivator returned the greeting with clasped hands, her voice as gentle as she was.

"Surname Jiang?" Bai's heart stirred slightly. "Could he be a descendant of that Pavilion Master Jiang?"

“Not bad!” Jiang Zhuohua nodded slightly, answering Bai Ye’s thoughts.

"Hmm?" Bai Ye raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing across her face. She didn't say it out loud.

"Heh~" Jiang Zhuohua chuckled, "Since you know her, you should know my abilities."

"Alright!" Bai nodded. "Then, please enlighten me!"

The moment she finished speaking, she had already picked up Big Black and, with lightning speed, rushed straight to the other side.

Faced with this thunderous attack, Jiang Zhuohua stood still with a slight smile on her lips until the sword wind cut her face. Only then did she lightly touch the ground with her toes and move with the wind.

She only took one step to the side and the powerful black greatsword narrowly missed her clothes as it fell.

Her hands, behind her back, moved swiftly, her fingers calculating and manipulating. Her fan swayed gently, her lips parted slightly as she softly chanted, her voice ethereal and otherworldly, like the sound of the Great Dao, echoing throughout the entire hall.

"That's all very mysterious," Bai muttered to himself, then raised his sword and attacked again, stabbing the opponent in the back.

Just as the blade was about to touch Jiang Zhuohua, she felt a sudden pain in her wrist, and the heavy sword that was originally aimed at her opponent inexplicably went towards her toes.

Bai was startled and quickly withdrew his stance, narrowly avoiding the sword strike.

Her jumping around on the stage made her look a little disheveled, which amused Zhong Jiuli and the others.

Liu Xianyue turned to look at Jiang Zhizhi and said, "Your precious disciple is quite capable."

"She's still too inexperienced. She won't be able to hold on for long," Jiang Zhizhi commented with a smile.

Zhong Jiuli didn't participate in their discussion, her eyes fixed on the defiant little tiger on the arena.

Bai had already guessed that the problem must be with the incantation that Jiang Zhuohua kept chanting, which affected her sword moves.

She felt that mage-type players like this wouldn't last long; they just needed to deplete the opponent's mana bar.

The two figures flashed rapidly on the arena, and Bai Ye's sword never even touched the hem of Jiang Zhuohua's clothes from beginning to end.

Jiang Zhuohua continued chanting, her voice growing louder and louder. At the peak of her voice, her hands behind her back suddenly tightened, as if she had grabbed an invisible thread and pulled hard, while she chanted loudly: "The cause and effect are set, you will fall off the stage."

These words, once spoken, became law!

Bai felt a strange force strike her, causing her to stumble and fall forward.

The crowd below stared blankly as Bai staggered to the edge of the ring, then lost his footing and fell off the stage.

It happened extremely suddenly and extremely quickly.

The moment Bai Ye fell off the stage, Jiang Zhuohua's face suddenly turned deathly pale. She clutched her chest, a suppressed groan escaped her lips, and bright red blood flowed down her cheeks.

She was secretly shocked. She hadn't expected Bai Ye's luck to be so strong, like a blazing sun. She had only forcibly changed a small cause and effect, and the backlash it brought was so fierce.

Bai Ye's defeat surprised everyone, including herself. She felt the fight was somewhat frustrating; she hadn't even really made a move before being thrown off the stage by a mysterious force.

She stood somewhat bewildered below the arena, exchanged a glance with Bai Shu, scratched her cheek awkwardly, and said sheepishly, "Um... the opponent's methods are a bit strange."

Bai Shu patted her head and comforted her, "It's alright. This is how disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion always fight. She has already paid a great price to defeat you. In the next round, she probably won't be able to use such forbidden techniques again."

"Mm." Bai nodded. At this moment, she could only be thankful that it was a double-elimination tournament. Otherwise, it would have been quite frustrating to be eliminated so inexplicably.

She looked up at Jiang Zhuohua, who was still standing there pale-faced, and asked, "Hey, how are you? Are you alright?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhuohua shook her head with difficulty. Her face was as pale as snow, and the blood on her lips was still wet. She resembled a magnolia that had been broken by wind and rain, exuding a broken beauty.

A beauty is a beauty indeed. Even after being seriously injured, her frail, lifeless appearance was even more breathtakingly beautiful than before.

"But you look like you're about to die," Bai muttered softly. "And you're already spitting blood, so stop waving that broken fan, okay?"

“Nonsense, you won’t die.” Jiang Zhuohua retorted defiantly, but before she could finish speaking, her hand, which was waving a fan, froze, and she fell straight to the hard ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

Bai also rushed onto the stage to catch her, but someone else was faster than her.

Jiang Zhizhi appeared on the arena in a flash, caught the unconscious Jiang Zhuohua, put a healing pill with flowing spiritual light and a fragrant aroma into her mouth, picked her up horizontally, and then looked at Bai Ye and said, "She's alright, I'll take her down to heal."

"Okay," Bai replied and jumped off the stage.

Their group finished relatively quickly, while the fierce battles on the other five arenas continued.

Bai then went to the fifth arena nearby. On the arena, Ye Rugo was locked in a fierce battle with a female cultivator wielding a long spear.

The female cultivator wielded her long spear with fierce and powerful movements, the spear flashing like a dragon, its cold light gleaming, her attacks incomparably fierce.

Ye Rugo held her pipa, the music flowing, her defense impeccable, and she and her opponent were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand for a time.

"Strange." Bai was also puzzled. "It seems that Ye Rugo's strength is much weaker than it was back in the Lama Desert."

Back in the desert, Ye Rugo was incredibly fierce. She was a tough woman who dared to charge into the Demon King's lair alongside Zhong Jiuli and confront the great demon head-on.

It seems she's finding it rather difficult to compete in this battle of geniuses. It's definitely the Shadow Demon's doing, causing Ye Rugo to weaken. After this arena battle, she'll definitely have to find a way to resolve this.

Seeing that there was still a while to go, Bai turned and walked towards the fourth arena in the distance.

On the fourth arena, there were also familiar faces. Chu San Niang was fiercely fighting against a female cultivator dressed in the robes of an inner disciple of the Sanqing Sect.

More accurately, it was that disciple of the Sanqing Sect who was locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle with the sea monster summoned by the Third Sister.

On the arena, mist filled the air, and countless sea monsters, never before seen by the crowd, emerged one after another from the void, overwhelming the Sanqing Sect disciple.

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Author's note: [Owl] I worked 24-hour shifts yesterday. When I was working overtime late at night, I was so sleepy that my eyelids were about to close. I was still thinking about whether I should take a break to write some words. I really love writing, hahaha.

And thank you to all my darlings for the nutrient solution and landmines, love you all, muah!