Chapter 108 Scatter!

Mingwu Peak, Field No. 5, Bingzi.

“There have never been so many people here.”

This is what the dim-witted old man who manages the No. 5 field at Bingzi said.

The science of administration is everywhere. For example, the allocation of competition venues is a science.

Those who are attracting much attention, such as Jiang Chennian and Ming Ruyue, will be assigned to the A-level competition arena. Those with slightly weaker background and cultivation will be assigned to the B field.

The Bing and Ding character fields are for disciples who are slightly weaker in ability, and the Wu character field is for disciples to use for daily practice and is not open during major competitions. Old Seventeen is, after all, a direct disciple of the Lord of a Peak, and he was assigned to the C-field, which shows that his strength ranking is indeed not very good.

However, for everyone in Yanyun Tower, the Bingzi field is a very novel experience.

Even as Lu Mengqing sat down, he could still hear his disciples muttering, "This place looks a bit run-down."

As the head of Yanyun Tower, Lu Mengqing has a limited schedule for watching the games. The only two places I go to every day are Field A and Field B.

She used her Qi to brush away the dust on the chair without leaving a trace.

The old man who was in charge of the No. 5 field of Bingzi obviously didn't expect so many people to come - not to mention the visit of the owner of Yanyun Tower.

He improvised a little, but not much. As a result, not only were the big shots not entertaining enough, but the younger disciples outside were also making a fuss.

However, Lu Mengqing's mind was obviously not on these details.

She looked around, trying to find Ning Mingmei and his Pei Shiqi. However, these two people disappeared without a trace.

Just let her discover another one.

"Master Qi?"

"What a coincidence, Sect Leader Lu. I am waiting here as well." The bright and clear Sect Leader smiled at her. "Since we are all here, Sect Leader Lu, do you mind if we watch together?"

Lu Mengqing smiled: "Of course I don't mind."

The two then sat side by side. Lu Mengqing said: "I didn't expect that Sect Leader Qi would also come here."

"It is natural for Junior Brother Mingmei to come for his disciple's debut." Sect Leader Qi said, "I just didn't expect so many people to come here today."

The competition stage was surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside, and people from all the peaks came here to watch the fun.

Lu Mengqing decided to test the effect of Ning Mingmei's publicity: "Aren't there so many people on weekdays?"

Sect Leader Qi said, "It's just a competition between two disciples in the early stages of foundation building. According to past experience, there are usually few spectators... Chu Kuo, what do you think?"

The disciple beside Qi Miancheng added: "Yes. Besides, fighting in the early and middle stages of foundation building is usually meaningless. It is a wonder that so many people came to watch the fight today."

Lu Mengqing smiled again. But this time, there was a hint of concealment in her smile.

There is another worry that shouldn't have arisen.

Just as the disciples around Qi Miancheng said, after checking the information about the two people competing in the No. 5 field of Bingzi, the disciples of Qingji Sect who were lured here by Jiang Chennian were also discussing it.

"Early stage of foundation building fights against middle stage of foundation building? What's the point of this?"

"And it's in the C-level field... I mean, anyone with a little bit of ability shouldn't be assigned to the C-level field."

"From Piao Miao Peak... it's hard to say. I have reservations. But no matter what, this Pei Shiqi is only a sword cultivator in the early stage of foundation building."

"But the Yedi report he made last time was pretty good."

"The other one from Yanyun Tower is in the middle stage of foundation building. But since he was assigned to the C-type field... we don't need to talk about his strength."

"They are both in the middle stage of foundation building, but their strengths are very different. Some are in the sky, and some are on the ground. I guess He Yin is considered weak in Yanyun Tower, and he has no background, so he was driven here."

No. Lu Mengqing thought to himself. That is not the case.

Why... There was a reason why he was ignored by Takeshima, punished to kneel, and driven to the C-field.

It's not because of lack of strength that I am left out.

But a warning, punishment, and exile.

From a distance, Lu Mengqing saw He Yin standing at the edge of the crowd. The thin boy stood there, with his flute on his back and his hands folded, as if everything he saw had nothing to do with him.

An outrageous, gloomy, self-willed and nonchalant attitude.

"He hurt his fellow disciples, and never changes his bad habits..." an elder of Yanyun Tower whispered, "I told you long ago that you shouldn't let him come to Qingji Sect! What if he gets too carried away and forgets to stop?"

Elder Zhudao, who was sitting next to her, said, "Why are you so anxious? The one injured in the competition was not a disciple of Yanyun Tower. It's normal to get hurt a little. And he promised not to use 'that trick'."

"But……!"

"With He Yin here, we will definitely win. I've heard that He Yin started preparing a long time ago and asked countless brothers and sisters who had fought against Qingji Sect. Now he has studied the tactics of each branch of Qingji Sect thoroughly." Elder Zhudao flicked his fingers leisurely, "The face that Jindao lost this morning will be taken back by our Zhudao ourselves!"

Lu Mengqing frowned and looked at the elder beside him.

"Forget it. After being locked up for half a year, it's time for him to repent now," she said.

“If the disciples of Qingji Sect only regard him as a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building… Qingji Sect will be in big trouble this time.” said the elder beside him.

Is that so?

Lu Mengqing frowned, thinking about the conversation between him and Ning Mingmei yesterday.

Not only was the opponent of a higher level in the first battle, but he also encountered He Yin... Piao Miao Peak was not very lucky this time.

The eye contact between the two was extremely quick and subtle.

Logically, no one should see it.

But at this moment, Qi Miancheng, who was sitting next to them, lowered his eyes and gently slid the teacup lid across the rim of the cup.

At this moment, He Yin is still only a disciple in the middle stage of foundation building...

Ever since the Yulian family awakened their memories of their past lives, Qi Miancheng originally thought that the thing he would focus on most in this world would only be the layout of his own life.

Maybe at most, I can devote a little bit of energy to reuniting with some interesting old friends from my previous life.

But now, as he looked past the vast crowd and past one of his most capable subordinates in his previous life, there was only one thing on his mind.

'I wonder how Ning Mingmei plans to deal with this? I wonder if Ning Mingmei can still... accomplish his goal? '

What He Yin is best at is collecting information and defeating the enemy through sufficient information gap.

Qi Miancheng hated the feeling of plans getting out of control. But he was looking forward to Ning Mingmei.

He stared at the competition arena, unable to take his eyes off for a moment.

…

The cold wind was howling, and when the first bell rang, the noisy place fell silent.

All the disciples held their breath in silence, waiting for the two contestants to come on stage.

"despair."

The young man walked past the crowd and staggered onto the stage.

The boy was too thin, and his face seemed to be supported by only a thin layer of skin, so his pair of dark eyes were so big that they were almost scary. He was clearly wearing the Yanyun Tower's famous white-bottomed red-patterned disciple uniform, but he managed to look a bit self-willed and emaciated.

Behind him, he carried a long, pitch-black flute.

"...Is this person a disciple of Yanyun Tower?"

"It looks really ugly, it doesn't look like someone from Yanyunlou at all."

Ming Ruyue, who came to watch the game, sat on the other side, pursed her lips, looking very unhappy.

His fellow students were standing by, trying carefully to please him. Finally, he heard Ming Ruyue say, "He Yin... This name sounds familiar. When did you hear it before?"

"what……"

My fellow students couldn’t remember either. It was just as if some memory flashed through his mind.

The disciples had no good comments on He Yin's image.

But in Ning Mingmei's eyes, this thin boy had another look.

"There is a golden glow on his body?" Ning Mingmei asked, "What kind of magic is this?"

The system sneered: "That's called luck."

Ning Mingmei: "What is destiny?"

...When did I forget the settings I was told when I first came here?

Ning Mingmei: "Oh, so I can choose a top from it?"

System: "...Okay, you got it right."

“Tsk.”

"You're facing the son of luck in your first battle at Piao Miao Peak, Ning Mingmei. You're a bit unlucky." The system gloated, "I have good news to tell you. This son of luck is not an ordinary son of luck. In the original work, he is Lian Chengyue's good brother - the kind who is in cahoots with him. So, you can imagine his strength."

"What son of luck? Even if the father of luck comes, the only one who can win this round will be Piaomiao Peak." Ning Mingmei said, "What's more, my layout has already begun."

system:?

The whole audience focused on this strange He Yin. The disciples discussed for a long time, and suddenly someone said, "Look at the expression on the face of the old man Zhudao in Yanyunlou... He clearly looks very confident of winning."

"It's not a great victory for a mid-stage foundation building player to fight an early-stage foundation building player."

"No... I heard from others that He Yin seems to be a very capable guy." Someone said mysteriously, "Every place he's in is very exciting."

Everyone then looked again at He Yin who was leaning against the pillar. The thin boy noticed their gazes immediately and smiled at them.

His smile stunned everyone and they were speechless for a moment.

……boring. The skinny boy thought.

What a boring bunch of people.

I just hope that the next competition can bring him enough fun...Are sword cultivators very tough?

It’s a pity that I agreed to the elder… The young man thought and licked his lips.

In just those few glances, the discussions of the crowd changed drastically.

"...If you look closely, He Yin does look like a master."

"Do all geniuses look weird?"

"——I found out!" Someone suddenly said breathlessly, "This He Yin was in Yanyun Tower two years ago. During a competition, he accidentally injured one of his senior brothers and caused his internal organs to be shattered... Afterwards, He Yin was put in solitary confinement. That senior brother was in the early stage of Jindan at the time, while He Yin was only in the middle stage of foundation building..."

"!!"

"Varied……"

Suddenly, a breeze blew past my ears, and I could faintly smell the fragrance of winter plum blossoms. The disciples who were watching were stunned and actually forgot the topic of why.

When they turned their heads, they saw...

"Who is that handsome young man?" someone murmured.

"It's not the young man...it's the young men."

Young men in white came with swords on their backs, walking gracefully and with noble temperament. Like a cold sword, it split the noisy discussion.

Wherever they went, there seemed to be heavenly music. The crowd that had just been huddled together, discussing something, now automatically made way for them.

"As they walked, fine snowflakes actually fell beside them... What kind of skill is this?"

"She looked radiant, as if the moonlight was pouring down on her face..."

“Oh my god, so cool, so noble…” A disciple from Yanyun Tower blushed and murmured, “This is the sword cultivator in my mind!”

Ning Mingmei on the hillside commented: "Just for this appearance, I made them practice for a whole night on Piaomiao Peak."

system:……

Ning Mingmei: "I also asked them to carry a small mirror with them to shine light on their faces."

It comes with a follow spot light.

system:……

Ning Mingmei: "And I've surveyed the terrain here. Standing at this angle on the small slope next to the competition stage will best show the proportions of the body. If you stand in the crowd, people will soon notice that Lao Liu is wearing a height-enhancing bra."

System: "To be honest, I don't understand what you guys are going to do."

Ning Mingmei's answer to this was to push up his glasses and say, "The Riddler is the best. The most fashionable."

Even Lu Mengqing held his breath at this moment.

No one looked at He Yin anymore, but just stared at them motionlessly.

Just like a firefly looking at a light.

Among the eighteen people, a young man in a snow-white coat stepped out. Under the gaze of everyone, he did not leave immediately, but stood in front of the leading senior brother.

"Brother." The young man said calmly, "This is my first time participating in a competition. I am very nervous. My back is burning and my heart feels like it has sunk into the abyss."

The leading disciple smiled gently: "Brother, don't be afraid."

Then……

He shook out his sleeves and a bottle of Sprite came out.

The young man in the snow-covered clothes took a sip of Sprite, his eyes brightened and he said, "Brother, I am no longer hot, my head doesn't hurt anymore, and even my soul is flying."

"After drinking this bottle of Sprite, I feel refreshed and happy!"

"Drink Sprite and you will be invincible!"

system:"……"

I really want to kill Ning Mingmei.

After the boy finished drinking the Sprite, a refreshing feeling flowed through his body. He leaped up and landed on the competition stage, but did not rush to speak.

Instead, she posed sideways while rising into the clouds, and made a sword flower, and...

Look at the people below the stage.

"Xiqu Yujian is from a good family, Baima Jinji is a chivalrous young man." Seventeen said, "I am Pei Shiqi from Piaomiao Peak."

system:……

How come someone is reciting poetry on stage!

Ning Mingmei: "Old Seventeen's character is a young man in the prime of his life with high spirits. It's normal for him to recite poetry."

But it was obvious that the people in the audience were very fond of this pretense and they covered their faces and screamed.

"Ahhh! Little Seventeen!"

“So handsome!”

...scream?

Ning Mingmei: "I have arranged for a few people to go in and call first."

It's the herd effect.

The system endured and endured, and finally electrocuted Ning Mingmei to the ground.

"The competition is about strength, not pretense!" The system crashed and said, "When the competition begins, I'll see how your disciples will continue to pretend."

...You are really good at pretending, a member of the Qingji Sect. Why think?

I wonder what it feels like to completely defeat them in such a situation?

He Yin on the other side looked at Old Seventeen and suddenly smiled: "My name is He Yin."

This smile was too bright, and therefore made the person seem even more malicious.

After the bell rang three times, the game officially began.

The competition stage was like a chessboard, with the sword cultivator and flute cultivator in white clothes sitting on either side. The elder of Yanyun Tower whispered: "Although I don't know the reason, I feel that He Yin has become serious."

A bad premonition came over Lu Mengqing. Just as she frowned, He Yin's voice came from the stage.

"You are in the early stage of foundation building, and I am in the middle stage of foundation building. The difference in realm makes it unfair for me to win. In this case, how about I let you have one move first?"

"Wow……!"

"Le Xiu from Yanyun Tower looks quite gloomy, but I didn't expect him to be such a nice person."

After saying this, He Yin ignored the sighs of the people below the stage and stared at the sword cultivator from Piao Miao Peak.

The other party: “Is it okay?”

He Yin: "Okay."

I want to see the truth of your tricks... He Yin thought so.

The other party: "Then I... start first?"

He Yin: "Okay."

He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the other party pull the sword out of the scabbard.

The swordsman held the sword across his face, and He Yin watched, pondering the function of this move.

Finally, he found the most similar move in the database in his mind.

"A blue dragon emerges from the water!"

Are you going to use the killer move so soon?

He Yin flipped his hand and secretly prepared a countermeasure. According to his calculations, the probability of him successfully countering this move is as high as 90%.

Until he heard the man's voice.

"Scatter," Pei Shiqi closed his eyes, "Zhang Tailiu!"

The author has something to say:

Scatter it! Zhangtai Liu!

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He Yin: Do you Qingji Sect members have such a sense of ritual when performing sword moves?