Shen Zhaozhao also glanced over as if joining in the fun. The speaker had a rather handsome face, but at this moment, his slightly upturned fox-like eyes were filled with mockery as if he were looking at an idiot, and the corners of his lips curled into a mean arc.
This person is none other than Pei Lang, the third disciple personally taught by the leader of the Crimson Cloud Sect, a notoriously sharp-tongued, arrogant, and domineering young man.
Shen Zhaozhao's lips twitched twice. Here it comes, this cannon fodder male supporting character who, like her, didn't live more than a few chapters before being written out of the story. He's here with his mouth!
Because Pei Lang had criticized Yun Wan'er in the original book as a good-for-nothing who relied on men, when he faced Yun Wan'er in the semi-finals, his cultivation was secretly crippled by the "wife-doting maniac" Gu Xuanchen, and he tragically died.
Pei Lang pushed aside the cultivators blocking his way and walked straight to the front, opening with a grand entrance: "Oh, who has such a grand entrance? It turns out it's Senior Brother Gu from the Tianyan Sect!"
His voice was clear and resonant, with a penetrating quality unique to young people, yet every word was like a knife, stabbing precisely into one's lungs: "Is everyone in your Tianyan Sect brain-dead?"
"Or are all those rare and precious materials in your sect's storeroom just for decoration?"
At this point, he pointed his finger rudely at Yun Wan'er behind Gu Xuanchen: "Ninth level of Qi Refining? How long have you been stuck? Huh? Your sect has so many resources, you could eat spirit stones and pills like they were food, and you still couldn't raise her pitiful cultivation level?"
"So, you're just a complete waste of space?"
These words were so harsh and direct that Yun Wan'er's carefully maintained face, which had been showing signs of grievance and resilience, instantly turned pale. Her body swayed, as if she was about to faint at any moment.
Gu Xuanchen's face darkened completely, and a chill emanated from his body.
Pei Lang, however, seemed not to notice and continued his barrage of attacks: "And your Lingxiao Zhenren, tsk tsk tsk, has he gone mad from cultivating immortality? Instead of cultivating so many good talents, he's here throwing resources at this good-for-nothing?"
"With eyesight like that, you still dare to claim you have a chance to ascend? I think your brain ascended first!"
After saying that, he glanced at the group of Tianyan Sect disciples behind Gu Xuanchen who dared not speak out against their anger, and said with pity, "Hey, you lot, even your sect leader is treating you so differently, and you still stay in Tianyan Sect so devotedly?"
"How about considering our Crimson Cloud Sect? Our sect may not have much else, but we specialize in one thing: our sect leader is not out of his mind!"
boom.
These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in the deathly silent square!
Countless gazes focused on Pei Lang, filled with shock, astonishment, disbelief, and above all... a secret sense of satisfaction at finally seeing someone dare to overturn the table after holding back for so long.
This little tyrant of the Crimson Cloud Sect really dares to speak his mind!
"Pei Lang! You're asking for death!"
Gu Xuanchen's handsome face instantly darkened, and the pressure of his Golden Core Perfection Realm cultivation was no longer restrained. Like a tangible raging torrent, it swept out with a roar!
Those lower-level cultivators who were closer felt as if they had been struck in the chest with a heavy hammer, their faces turned pale, and they staggered backward.
Pei Lang's face also turned pale. The gap between the eighth level of Foundation Establishment and the Great Perfection of Golden Core was real.
However, with the Chixiao Sect as his backer and the sect leader's personal disciple, he naturally did not yield an inch in terms of imposing manner.
He stood ramrod straight, his spiritual energy surging wildly within him, defying the overwhelming pressure, and sneered with a stiff neck: "What? Senior Brother Gu, have you been hit where it hurts, and are you getting angry and ready to attack?"
The direct disciples of two top sects, one a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, exuding murderous intent, and the other a Foundation Establishment Eighth Level cultivator, refusing to yield an inch, were locked in a tense moment of impending conflict—
"Crack..."
A very faint, yet jarring, sound suddenly broke out from a corner.
Shen Zhaozhao, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, took out an oil paper package from her storage bag, quickly unwrapped it to reveal plump, roasted melon seeds inside, and then, with utter nonchalance, reached out and poked a dumbfounded cultivator next to her.
"Fellow Daoist, watching the show? Want a pack?"
She weighed the bag of plump melon seeds in her hand and enthusiastically introduced them: "Twenty low-grade spirit stones. My second senior brother roasted them himself. It's a secret recipe, cooked to perfection. Every single seed is plump and fragrant."
The cultivator stiffly turned his head, looking at Shen Zhaozhao's face, which was still full of "sincere promotion" even under the pressure of the Golden Core cultivator. After a long while, he finally squeezed out a sigh from between his teeth: "...You sword cultivators are really poor."
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
Come!
Come here!
Why don't you take over as the swordsman!
Shen Zhaozhao's "promotional" commotion, neither too big nor too small, stood out conspicuously in the deathly quiet square, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present, and naturally also falling into the eyes of Gu Xuanchen, who was in a standoff with her.
Gu Xuanchen's gaze swept over Shen Zhaozhao's face, which was completely undisguised and even showed a hint of "business coming to her door." His already gloomy expression darkened even more, as if covered by a layer of frost.
Yun Wan'er, who was still immersed in the sweet scene of "Senior Brother Gu getting furious for me," also keenly noticed the change in Gu Xuanchen's emotions and looked over in confusion in the direction of his gaze.
When I saw that familiar face, I froze instantly!
Shen Zhaozhao?!
What is she doing here?!
Didn't she defect from the Tianyan Sect?!
They actually dared to show up at the Newcomer Competition? Could it be... that they're still up to no good and came specifically to follow Senior Brother Gu?!
This thought slithered into Yun Wan'er's mind like a venomous snake, and a strong sense of jealousy and crisis instantly seized her, almost causing her to break down her carefully maintained delicate expression.
Pei Lang had obviously also noticed Shen Zhaozhao.
His fox-like eyes narrowed, and his gaze quickly swept over Shen Zhaozhao's face and the Taoist robe she wore, which was clearly not in the style of the Tianyan Sect.
In a flash, a brilliant idea struck me.
He vaguely remembered this person; he seemed to have been a disciple of the Heavenly Evolution Sect before, but now he was wearing the clothes of another sect…
Combined with the changes in Gu Xuanchen and Yun Wan'er's expressions upon seeing this person, Pei Lang understood almost instantly—there's a story behind this!
Pei Lang's eyes, which had been gleaming with amusement, suddenly lit up. He had been venting his anger when Gu Xuanchen's imposing aura interrupted him, and he was now worried about where to continue.
This "former fellow disciple" who has just delivered himself to our doorstep is practically a godsend troublemaker!
He immediately ignored the murderous Gu Xuanchen in front of him, turned his head sharply, and deliberately raised his voice a few decibels towards Shen Zhaozhao: "Hey! Fellow Daoist selling melon seeds over there! Yes, you! The sword cultivator who looks so poor!"
Pei Lang raised his hand and waved it forcefully in Shen Zhaozhao's direction, a bright smile of "finding some fun" on his face, his tone domineering: "Don't cower there! Come here!"
"And those lousy melon seeds of yours, don't sell them! I'll buy them all! How much? Just name your price! Plenty of spirit stones!"
Honestly.
Shen Zhaozhao's rationality told her not to cause trouble. If she caused any major chaos, Xiao Jingrui would really scatter her ashes very evenly.
Can.
I'm sorry, Second Brother!
He gave so much!
He said there would be plenty of spirit stones!
There's plenty!
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