Xia Mingde slumped to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He stared intently at the white figure in the arena, his eyes wide open, as if trying to etch the scene before him into his very bones.
"This...this is impossible..."
His voice was hoarse and he grabbed the collar of the servant beside him, his fingernails digging deep into the fabric.
"She really...she really killed a Nascent Soul stage immortal?"
The Xia family servant standing nearby was equally pale, his lips trembling as he stammered, "Master... Miss really... really won..."
"But Yuwei clearly said she couldn't even get the basics of cultivation!" Xia Mingde roared hysterically, his voice filled with disbelief. "How could she win!"
"How is that possible?"
"How could that be!"
An indescribable sense of regret gnawed at Xia Mingde's heart like a venomous snake.
Over the years, he had gone to great lengths to curry favor with the immortals, sending them countless treasures, but he never expected that there was one in his own family!
If only I had treated Xia Qingdai better back then, if only I hadn't denied her, if only I hadn't severed ties with her in front of so many people...
So now...
Xia Mingde stared intently at the figure on the stage, feeling utterly regretful!
Memories flooded back like a tide.
He recalled Xia Qingdai's expectant eyes when she was first brought back to the Xia family; he remembered her distress and disappointment after he rejected her and refused to acknowledge her as his biological daughter; he remembered how he and his wife had neglected their biological daughter time and time again for Yuwei's sake...
He also recalled that just before Xia Qingdai's competition, he couldn't wait to sever ties with her in front of everyone!
Oh my god!
What exactly did he do?!
"Master!" the servant suddenly lowered his voice, "Should we prepare lavish gifts and go to the Princess's residence to apologize...?"
Xia Mingde seemed to wake from a dream, nodding repeatedly:
"Yes! Yes! When you get back, bring back that thousand-year-old ginseng from the storeroom, and the pair of luminous pearls from the shelf in the east wing—put them in a box made of golden nanmu wood!"
Before he could finish speaking, he hurriedly waved his hand, and the jade belt with python pattern slipped down to his hip as he grabbed his hair. He frantically pulled it back up, saying, "No... these are all too shabby!"
He suddenly raised his voice, making the servants beside him suffer from eardrum pain: "Go and fetch the 'Immortal Seeking the Dao' painting that I keep in my secret chamber! It's the one framed with ice silk brocade and inlaid with nine pigeon blood rubies in the corners!"
The servant was utterly astonished. That thousand-year-old ginseng was an extremely rare treasure, priceless. The luminous pearl was a gift from the Emperor, and the painting "Immortal Seeking the Dao" was a unique copy he had acquired at auction with ten years' worth of savings, one that he normally wouldn't even let anyone touch. Yet now he was casually assigning it around as if it were an ordinary object.
The servant suddenly remembered that last month, Xia Qingdai had only glanced at a hairpin in Xia Yuwei's hair, and without even saying that she liked it, she was scolded by the master for "not knowing what's good for her and not recognizing her own status."
But now, those collections he once treasured are considered "shabby" by him...
At this moment, in the center of the arena, Bai Ying, dressed in spotless white, surveyed her surroundings, her voice cool and clear: "Is there anyone else who wants to come up and compete?"
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
Those cultivators who were once arrogant and self-proclaimed geniuses were now silent as cicadas in fear, barely breathing, for fear of attracting her attention. Chu Wuchen's corpse had long since turned to ashes, leaving not a trace. Only the dark red bloodstains remaining on the arena silently testified to the ferocity of the battle just now.
Who would dare to step forward and court death?
Seeing no one respond, the elder referee swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly:
"I hereby announce... the winner of this competition is—Xu Qingdai of the Xuantian Sect!"
The Xuan Tian Sect members erupted in cheers, a wave of excitement sweeping across the entire arena. The disciples, their faces flushed with excitement, frantically shouted Xia Qingdai's name. Wei Ji, in particular, trembled with elation, his old face burning red, his eyes gleaming with wild joy!
The other cultivators were still reeling from the battle, their gazes towards Bai Ying a mixture of awe, fear, and envy. She was like an insurmountable mountain, inspiring awe and reverence.
The attendant nervously brought over twenty bottles of Dragon Marrow Liquid and presented them with utmost care. This was the prize for this competition, a priceless treasure coveted by countless cultivators in the cultivation world. A single drop could cause one's cultivation level to skyrocket, making it invaluable! However, Bai Ying merely waved her hand and put the liquid into her sleeve, not even glancing at it twice.
"hiss--"
A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the surrounding area.
You should know that ordinary cultivators would be overjoyed and treasure even a single drop of dragon marrow liquid, but this person... is so casual about it?
However, what they didn't know was that Bai Ying still had quite a bit of dragon marrow liquid on her body. These spiritual herbs, which were incredibly precious in the eyes of others, were nothing more than ordinary, dispensable things to her.
After accepting the prize, Bai Ying turned away indifferently. Although she had killed Chu Wuchen in the battle just now, the excessive use of her spiritual power had slightly disrupted her internal energy, and she needed to find a quiet place to recuperate and repair herself as soon as possible.
However, before she could even take a step, the surrounding cultivators surged forward like a tide, completely surrounding her—
"Fairy!" The Xuan Tian Sect Master rushed forward, his wide sleeves fluttering in the air. His wrinkled old face beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Although he was overjoyed that Elder Wei Ji had managed to find Xia Qingdai, he couldn't help but feel secretly annoyed that the other party had only given her the status of a nominal disciple.
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