Song Qi used to think he was good at talking nonsense, but now he realized that Lu Yuhuai was even better at it.
The conversation veered from the arena battles to the demon battlefield, and then to kicking the Fang family out of the top ten families.
It has to be said that in this place, those with formidable strength can indeed do whatever they want.
Fang Liao acted like a grandson towards Lu Yuhuai.
After this match ends today, or even before it ends, the Fang family will become a laughing stock.
Song Qi looked up at Luo Shuyun, who was still standing there with a worried expression.
"It's nothing." Song Qi smiled at her and sent her a message.
"It's good that you're alright. I was so scared just now. Luckily, the sect leader arrived in time." Fang Liao's attack just now almost scared her to death, even though she knew very well that Song Qi would be fine.
"Hmm." Song Qi glanced at Lu Yuhuai again. The other man sat expressionlessly in his seat, looking quite composed.
She looked up Lu Yuhuai's character profile, which can be summed up in one sentence: "He doesn't play by the rules."
Fang Hui was taken away for treatment. Song Qi knew that it wouldn't be difficult to heal his face, and she now deeply regretted not poisoning the sword.
"Brother Fang Hui actually lost?" Fang Ya was somewhat incredulous. "And she actually tried to kill Brother Fang Hui? Who does she think she is, how dare she do such a thing?"
Fang Yue sat to one side, feeling a sense of relief.
Even though Fang Hui is his brother, he doesn't seem to feel anything at all now that the other party is injured.
Fang Ya looked at Fang Yue and said, "Brother Fang Yue, you see now! This little bitch is so wicked, you should ignore her from now on."
"Heh." Fang Yue thought about what Song Qi had just said about "disgusting," and now sitting with them made him feel extremely disgusted.
If possible, he would like to change seats directly.
Seeing that Fang Yue didn't speak, Fang Ya reached out and tugged at his clothes: "Even after all this, are you still going to stand on Fang Yaoyao's side?"
Fang Yue shook off Fang Ya's hand: "She never intended to go against you. It was you who kept pushing her. Now that she's rebelled and succeeded, you're blaming her? Why should she give in to you? Why can't she fight back? Fang Ya, you weren't like this when you were little."
"Brother Fang Yue?" Fang Ya looked at Fang Yue with a confused expression.
Fang Yue got up and found another seat to sit down.
In Fang Ya's eyes, it was only natural to bully those whose cultivation was inferior to hers and whose background was inferior to hers. She would never know that she was wrong; it was a habit that had been ingrained in her bones.
He was already a spoiled person, and following Fang Hui made him even more spoiled.
By evening, the competition to narrow down the field from eighty to forty had ended.
Song Qi drew her lot for tomorrow and was quite lucky. Her opponent was a girl at the eleventh level of Qi Refining. She didn't want to face someone at the Foundation Establishment stage yet.
With a four-level difference, Song Qi touched the small slip of paper in his hand.
This girl doesn't belong to any aristocratic family; she's just an ordinary inner disciple, and her spiritual sense probably isn't protected in any way.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I should be able to win easily using my divine sense.
Song Qi became even calmer.
She counted them and found that among the remaining forty people, there were four at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, nine at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and one at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.
She needs to conserve her strength; after defeating this girl, the battles ahead will likely be tough.
Song Qi has become famous overnight. When she got back, she couldn't help but take a look at the jade slip. The name "Fang Yaoyao" appeared frequently.
To be honest, I think Fang Yaoyao looks pretty cool today.
The Fang family is truly disgusting. Fang Hui's desire to kill Fang Yaoyao couldn't be more obvious. The Fang family head can actually lie through his teeth. It's perfectly normal for Fang Yaoyao to want to fight back. If we don't act today, we'll have to be constantly on guard against Fang Hui in the future.
[It's a pity Fang Yaoyao has five spiritual roots, otherwise I would have liked to take her as my disciple.]
If she didn't possess the five spiritual roots, you wouldn't be her master.
Will Fang Hui have scars on his face?
I hope he gets a scar. His arrogant attitude is so annoying.
...
Song Qi glanced at the comments and saw that most of them were criticizing the Fang family. It seemed that Fang Hui didn't know how to behave in the inner sect, otherwise he wouldn't be in this situation. When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down.
She put away the jade slip and went to Songxinghe to cultivate; she had consumed quite a bit of spiritual energy today.
"Why don't you get some rest today?" Lu Yuhuai sat opposite Song Qi, holding a fishing rod in his hand, with two jugs of wine beside him.
"I'm resting now." Song Qi exhaled spiritual energy, opened his eyes and looked at Lu Yuhuai. "Thank you, Master, for today."
Lu Yuhuai raised an eyebrow: "By the way, when did you find out I was the sect leader?"
He noticed that Song Qi wasn't surprised at all when she saw him today, which clearly meant that she already knew his identity.
“When it comes to spiritual battles, I never beat you,” Song Qi said. “Besides, the only person in the Green Mountain Sect who can openly and legitimately go fishing every day is the sect leader.”
After Song Qi finished speaking, he glanced at the fishing rod in Lu Yuhuai's hand.
"You dare to become my disciple without even knowing who I am?" Lu Yuhuai didn't care about Song Qi's attitude; he just felt that it was inappropriate.
"Didn't I already explain it? Because you looked very capable, and now it seems you really are." Song Qi said matter-of-factly.
Lu Yuhuai laughed: "Fang Liao is just a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, he can't tell how powerful I am."
Song Qi: ...
“The Green Mountain Sect has a lot of Spirit Cleansing Liquid. If you want to cleanse a few of your spiritual roots, I can get it for you once I take you as my disciple,” Lu Yuhuai said.
"No need, thank you for your kindness." Song Qi looked at his hands. "However, I want to become the strongest cultivator with all five elemental roots."
Lu Yuhuai raised an eyebrow: "If the young lady has ideas, then so be it. Actually, there isn't much difference between the different spiritual roots. It's just that cultivation is more difficult, and most people can't persevere. If you can maintain your current state, you won't be worse than others, but better than others."
"Thank you." Song Qi closed her eyes again.
The next day, when she entered the waiting area, Song Qi noticed that many people were looking at her.
She was the one with the lowest cultivation level among all the contestants, and the only surviving outer disciple, a lone survivor standing out from the crowd.
Lu Yuhuai arrived right on time this time. When he arrived, he glanced at Fang Liao one more time. That glance was very obvious, as if he was afraid others wouldn't know he was looking at Fang Liao.
Fang Liao felt a burning sensation on his face and was somewhat annoyed, thinking that Lu Yuhuai had gone too far. However, due to his inferior cultivation level, he could only endure it.
Fang Hui also arrived, his face wrapped in gauze. He gave Song Qi a cold look, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.
Song Qi smiled at the other person, then looked away.
Fang Hui trembled with anger at Song Qi's mocking smile.
Song Qi's match was the eleventh, which was right in the middle.
Six games were played in one morning.
It was already evening when it was Song Qi's turn.
Before she went up, she had already released her divine sense, which directly entered the other party's divine sense. The girl fell to the ground as soon as she drew her sword.
An uproar erupted around them.
To the audience, neither of them moved an inch.
"It's just a mental attack, why are you so surprised?" Lu Yuhuai said calmly.
Onlookers: ? ? ?
This was the fastest battle, lasting only three seconds on the field.
"Sect Leader? This..." Elder Xue looked at Lu Yuhuai.
"Check if that disciple's spiritual consciousness is damaged," Lu Yuhuai said.
Upon hearing Lu Yuhuai's words, the messages on the jade slip started appearing even faster.
Mental attacks are considered advanced combat techniques; I never expected to see them in such a low-level arena.
After Song Qi stepped down from the stage, his expression was unreadable.
"Host, aren't you going to struggle a little more?" System NZ said helplessly. "If you do that, the protection that wasn't originally in your consciousness will definitely be added later."
“Those whose cultivation surpasses Foundation Establishment are all elder disciples. What do you think the chances are that their divine sense won’t be protected? Fight them one by one if you can.” Song Qi said casually, “There will always be a way. According to the main storyline, isn’t the female lead supposed to enter the inner sect in this arena competition? I won’t lose.”
System NZ: ...
"Oh, you've changed the plot eight hundred times, and now you expect some plots to develop according to the original trajectory? How can you be so optimistic?" System NZ took a deep breath. "When you make different decisions, many things that were certain to happen may not happen."
“Oh, then I’ll go in too.” Song Qi sat down in his seat.
Fang Yue turned to look at Song Qi and suddenly understood how Song Qi had torn the demons apart in the secret realm.
He was very curious about the level of Song Qi's spiritual consciousness at this moment.
Judging from the looks of it, it won't be too low; it's enough to allow one's divine sense to project and attack the opponent, at least at the Golden Core level.
For a twelve-year-old, the cultivation of the Divine Consciousness Golden Core is considered a heaven-defying achievement.
Fang Liao was also extremely shocked at this moment. Looking at Song Qi, it seemed that the answer to the face pain he felt yesterday had been found.
He clenched his fists.
Divine consciousness beyond the Nascent Soul stage?
The other family members watching exchanged glances, then looked at Fang Liao, finding him laughable.
No matter what, Song Qi's talent is undeniable.
A promising talent, breaking with the Fang family—this is something they'd love to see.
Even more ridiculously, only Fang Yue from the Fang family made it into the top forty.
However, Fang Yue's luck was really bad. He just happened to draw the one who was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and he was defeated by someone before he could last long.
Now, only Song Qi remains on the field with the surname Fang.
Fang Liao's face was so ugly that if it weren't for the people around him watching, he would have wanted to just turn around and leave.
In one day, 18 out of 20 groups completed their competition, and the remaining two groups will have to wait until the next day.
Lu Yuhuai left after watching Song Qi's match.
"That's nice." Luo Shuyun walked beside Song Qi.
"What's so good about it? There are still so many Foundation Establishment cultivators." Song Qi walked beside Luo Shuyun.
Of the twenty people, eighty percent were at the Foundation Establishment stage.
“I think you can do it.” Luo Shuyun patted Song Qi’s shoulder. “Use your divine sense. Although your divine sense is protected by the mark, you don’t need to worry too much. The mark left by a Mahayana cultivator is at most only at the level of Integration. The Integration mark only has the power of the Void Refining stage. There are very few Mahayana Integration cultivators in this world. It shouldn’t be too difficult for you to break through the mark.”
"Hmm." Song Qi nodded, taking a deep breath. "Are there any pastries today?"
“Yes.” Luo Shuyun nodded. “I made quite a lot this time. Try some. I even gave them names.”
"You really have a good interest." Song Qi smiled.
Luo Shuyun gave Song Qi a look: "This is my best wishes for you, and you are not allowed to laugh at it."
"Yes, thank you, I know." Song Qi shook Luo Shuyun's hand. "I will eat it all, not a single one left."
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