Chapter 76 Why This Feeling Again?

Unexpectedly, full of confidence, she had just climbed onto the Phoenix Terrace and hadn't even seen the twisted, glittering thing on the tree when she was whipped away in mid-air!

When she woke up from the bushes, it was already the second night, around 3 AM!

The senior brothers didn't even look for her!

He had no choice but to endure the pain all over his body, return to his room to change his clothes, and then rush to the training ground.

No one knows how Jiang Xianwan used sweet words to coax the swords in the Sword Tomb to follow her.

She hadn't had a chance to make a move against Jiang Xianwan, and her senior brother and the others had already recovered from their injuries, so there was no reason for them to continue lingering in the Taixu Sect.

She could spare Jiang Xianwan for the time being, but she couldn't let the Scar Sword slip by.

In the past two years, she has barely managed to light up two beauty profiles.

However, Wu Miao and Pei Chang'an's favorability rating remained at 60, and they had no romantic feelings for her.

The dual cultivation the system promised never happened, and her barely passing favorability rating meant the system couldn't help her absorb much luck from the two of them.

Seeing that one beautiful woman after another, who should have fallen in love with her, were avoiding her like the plague, running away as soon as they saw her from afar, and not even having the chance to meet and talk to her.

Since arriving at the Taixu Sect, Lin Qingran and the system have repeatedly encountered setbacks, putting them under immense pressure.

Fortunately, the system had prepared for the worst and came up with another way to remedy the situation.

However, even if the Beauty Compendium hadn't encountered these changes, she still had to obtain the Marked Sword and the Cursed Bow.

Compared to the perilous and dangerous Curse Bow in the Void Ancient Realm, the Marked Sword is right before your eyes and within easy reach.

She naturally didn't want to miss this opportunity.

She wanted both the Marked Sword and the Cursed Bow.

She didn't want to give up any of the eighteen chosen ones, all of whom were outstanding in appearance and status.

Once she uses the power of the Marked Sword or the Calamity Bow to become the Realm Emperor, then even if the eighteen beauties in the portrait are unwilling, they will have to obediently kneel at her feet.

Lin Qingran calmed herself down and regained her good mood.

Upon learning that all the swords from the Sword Tomb were gathered at the martial arts arena, they immediately headed there.

She will reclaim all the face she has lost today!

She was going to form a contract with Emperor Lingxiu's sword in front of everyone in the Taixu Sect!

When Lin Qingran arrived, Jiang Xianwan and the others had not yet finished copying the clan rules.

The other disciples were sitting, lying down, or sprawling in all sorts of strange positions, clearly indicating that they hadn't slept all night.

There were also a few disciples standing there gesturing wildly, like they were out of their minds.

Lin Qingran scoffed. Is this the number one sect in the Southern Territory?

That's all there is to it.

With a sidelong glance, Lin Qingran saw Pei Chang'an and the other two sitting on a tree branch, leaning forward in unison, looking serious. Her eyebrows began to twitch violently.

Why is my senior brother copying their unreliable behavior?

However, she had no interest in caring about any of that.

His gaze settled on the pile of swords next to Jiang Xianwan, and on that seemingly ordinary, broken sword, and he was instantly filled with excitement.

Soon, it will be the moment when she becomes famous throughout the north and south!

Lin Qingran dressed up specially, her hair styled like clouds and mist, wearing a seven-layered snow-white gauze dress that revealed a slender swan neck.

She moved with light, graceful steps and walked slowly over.

Soon, some disciples noticed her, their eyes immediately turning strange, and they all turned away in unison.

Sword, immersed in the storybook, keenly sensed that unpleasant aura and began to stir restlessly.

That wicked woman is here again!

Swords gritted their teeth in hatred, yet fearing that inexplicable force would control them again, they scrambled to squeeze towards Jiang Xianwan's side.

The sword beside Jiang Xianwan trembled slightly, emanating a cold and fierce aura.

She was engrossed in writing, impatiently silencing the sword, completely oblivious to the strange happenings around her.

Lin Qingran walked gracefully through the group of disciples and stopped not far from Jiang Xianwan, instantly feeling a sense of pleasure.

The girl was hanging upside down on a bamboo pole, next to a thick stack of clan rules, and she looked bitter and resentful.

This disheveled scene truly pleased Lin Qingran.

She raised the corner of her eye, glanced at the rows of upside-down disciples standing against the wall, and then her gaze returned to the scarred sword in Jiang Xianwan's hand.

Eager to act, she secretly instructed the system to help her release her oppressive aura. With a worried expression, she proactively greeted them, "Junior Sister Jiang, you..."

"Snap—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the bamboo suddenly broke in the middle without warning.

Jiang Xianwan was stunned for a moment, but reacted quickly.

only……

When he braced himself with his hands on the ground, he twisted his wrists and fell headfirst into the ground.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

When did she arrive?

The female lead is my nemesis!

The female lead is my nemesis!

The surrounding air froze at the 'click' sound, as Su Qingliu, who was pressed upside down against the wall, was already on guard.

He quickly flipped down and caught Jiang Xianwan steadily. He turned his head to avoid the bamboo pole hitting his head, but was... hit hard.

Su Qingliu was momentarily stunned, then lowered her gaze in confusion, landing on a section of bamboo pole lying quietly on the ground.

His tone was indifferent, his eyes were unfocused, and he muttered to himself, "This person... is incompatible with me."

"Junior Sister!"

"Junior Sister!"

Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin quickly climbed down the wall and surrounded them.

"Holy crap! Did you hurt yourself?"

"It's ugly to begin with."

Little Purple Coil perched on Jiang Xianwan's head, poking and prodding it anxiously.

Don't let it break!

If you break it, where will you hear so many bizarre stories?

Jiang Xianwan sat on the ground, speechlessly pinching the tip of her nose that had been poked by the pen, and waved her hand to tell her senior brother to calm down.

He took the handkerchief handed to him by someone and covered his nose, seemingly helpless. "Fellow Daoist Lin."

She had only said three words when Lin Yujin dragged her five meters away.

Lin Yujin clung tightly to Jiang Xianwan's waist, pulling him further back, her voice filled with heart-wrenching pain.

Is she her nemesis?

"Stand back!"

"Yes! Just stand there and talk! Don't come any closer!"

The disciples quickly shifted their positions, silently moving to Jiang Xianwan's side, and the swords hurriedly followed.

And the Scarred Sword!

Lin Qingran: "...?"

Nemesis?

He actually called her his nemesis?!

History repeated itself; she stood in a large open space, her smiling lips suddenly freezing.

Immediately, right now, let the system help her with the contract again!

The sword boss at Jiang Xianwan's feet was once again enveloped by that familiar, eerie pressure, making it wish it could immediately rush into Lin Qingran's arms.

The other swords were also affected, unable to control themselves, and began to buzz incessantly.

But the weirdest part is yet to come.

At that moment, all the disciples' swords seemed to respond to some kind of sensation, humming in unison.

Shi Yunxiao and Qin Qin's gazes met in mid-air. They stared at the familiar scene and froze again. Then, their eyes twisted and glared at Lin Qingran.

The other disciples, unaware of the situation, were even more confused and could only grip the hilt of their swords tightly.

Lin Qingran caught a glimpse of several streaks of light coming from different mountain peaks out of the corner of her eye, and a pleased smile appeared on her lips.

Especially the sword, which could not resist trembling, responded with submission.

She can immediately redeem herself in front of everyone!

Lin Qingran, with her self-awareness, chose to ignore the offense she had just suffered and feigned shock, asking, "Why do I feel this way again?"

Everyone: "..."

Oh shit.

How does it feel?