"Hey, isn't this Senior Sister Zhao Zhao who managed to defeat Senior Brother Lin yesterday by some underhanded means? What's wrong? Did you hear that True Immortal Lingxiao's oppressive aura was descending upon Yunqi City again last night? You were so scared that you didn't sleep a wink all night, did you?"
The leading disciple deliberately raised his voice and leaned closer in with a sarcastic tone.
Before she could finish speaking, another person immediately chimed in with a look of disdain: "Look at her face, tsk tsk, she looks like she's been hit by frost. She's probably worried that the real people will show up in the semi-finals and expose her true colors!"
"And that guy from the Crimson Cloud Sect, wasn't he so energetic yesterday? Why is he all wilted today? Heh, now he's scared, isn't he!"
Shen Zhaozhao was just looking for someone to die with her when this noise bothered her. She irritably lifted her eyelids and shot a cold glare at him: "What's all the noise about? Trying to show off your mouth?"
Pei Lang's mind was filled with the sound of spirit stones flowing away, and he didn't even bother to lift his head, simply letting out a low growl: "Get lost! I'm annoyed!"
The mocking expressions on the faces of those Tianyan Sect disciples instantly froze.
What, what happened?
How dare these two be so fierce?!
Shouldn't Pei Lang and Shen Zhaozhao be extremely respectful to these disciples of the Tianyan Sect because they are worried about Lingxiao Zhenren?
The two men's shouts instantly dampened the morale of the outer disciples. They had no choice; one of them was the little tyrant of the Crimson Cloud Sect, and the other... had just experienced a surge in cultivation yesterday, sending their Senior Brother Lin flying with a single sword strike. If they were to actually fight, wouldn't they be beaten to a pulp in no time?
Thinking of this, the group of outer disciples involuntarily took two steps back.
Just then, Yun Wan'er arrived late, surrounded by a group of Tianyan Sect disciples, as if she were surrounded by stars.
She saw Shen Zhaozhao's dejected and lifeless appearance from afar, and the smugness in her heart was almost overwhelming.
Oh.
She sneered inwardly, but Yun Wan'er tried her best to maintain her pure and delicate appearance.
She moved gracefully to a spot not far from Shen Zhaozhao, her eyes lowered, preparing to gently add fuel to Shen Zhaozhao's fragile heart with the softest voice, mentioning the "good news" that her master would be personally attending the semi-finals.
She parted her red lips slightly, just uttering a whisper: "Senior Sister Zhao Zhao..."
Unexpectedly, Shen Zhaozhao, who had been hanging her head and trying to drag others down with her, her resentment almost solidified into a tangible form, seemed to finally lose patience with Tianyan Sect's verbal provocations, which were like flies that couldn't be driven away no matter how hard you tried.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Zhaozhao's lips twitched. She mimicked Xie Linyuan's disdainful and critical expression, and with a natural, bone-deep disdain for "ugly" things, she scanned Yun Wan'er's meticulously made-up face with unparalleled precision.
Then, with extreme impatience, she spat out a few words: "Get lost, you ugly monster."
Yun Wan'er: "?!?!"
The delicate expression on her face shattered instantly!
She felt as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning, frozen in place, her pupils dilated, her lips trembling, "Ugly...ugly monster?!"
Yun Wan'er seemed to be nailed to the spot by these three words. Her carefully drawn willow-leaf eyebrows twisted, and her whole body was trembling. Her finger pointing at Shen Zhaozhao was shaking so badly that her sharp nails seemed to want to poke into that face that she hated so much.
"Shen Zhaozhao! How dare you—"
The voice was shrill and sharp, completely devoid of its usual gentleness, filled only with frantic madness. But just as she completely abandoned her pretense, preparing to pounce on that mouth and tear it apart—
Buzz!
An indescribable sense of heaviness suddenly descended upon me.
It wasn't the terrifying pressure of yesterday; it was more like an invisible gaze, cold and indifferent, carrying an absolute will to look down upon all living beings, instantly enveloping the entire main square of Yunqi City.
The noise came to an abrupt halt.
Countless tiny golden specks of light silently fell from the void, not dazzling, but carrying a heart-palpitating majesty, slowly gathering in mid-air, outlining a blurry yet imposing phantom silhouette.
Although their faces were not clearly visible, the aura of dominance and self-importance that emanated from them clearly revealed their identity.
Lingxiao Zhenren.
"Welcome, Master!"
On the high platform, the Lord of Yunqi City practically tumbled forward and knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling with awe.
Whoosh—
Like wheat fields blown down by a gale, all the cultivators in the square, regardless of their sect affiliation or cultivation level, turned pale and involuntarily knelt and bowed their heads.
"Welcome, Sect Leader!" The Tianyan Sect disciples' voices were filled with pride as they knelt down in unison, creating a magnificent spectacle.
Yun Wan'er's anger and humiliation were instantly suppressed in the face of this absolute power and honor. Her body went limp, and she bowed down gracefully along with the crowd.
Pei Lang felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the scene of people kneeling on the ground.
He certainly didn't kneel, as he couldn't lose face for the Crimson Cloud Sect, but he did bow slightly as a form of greeting.
Damn, that old monster really came!
Although the real body did not appear in person, only the divine consciousness came, it was still just as troublesome!
Their old man from the Crimson Cloud Sect, who had been stuck at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage for hundreds of years, was far inferior to the Lingxiao True Man in front of them, who was preparing to withstand the heavenly lightning and break through to a higher realm!
Who could withstand this?!
The blurry golden phantom ignored the people prostrate on the ground, only pausing slightly as it passed Yun Wan'er.
A gentle yet irresistible force swept over her, and Yun Wan'er felt her body lighten as she was lifted up by that force, slowly standing up on her own.
Countless gazes, filled with envy or awe, instantly focused on her.
Yun Wan'er's smugness and vanity instantly dispelled her previous resentment. She tried her best to maintain a demeanor of being flattered yet pitiful, tilting her head slightly upwards to look at the golden phantom. Her red lips parted slightly, and she was about to lean closer, preparing to use her most delicate voice to tearfully recount Shen Zhaozhao's evil deeds and beg her master to avenge her—
Just then.
Shen Zhaozhao felt the light beside her dim slightly, and a familiar yet chilling fragrance quietly spread out.
Her neck stiffened, and she glanced away slightly. Sure enough... Xie Linyuan.
This person, without anyone noticing, had silently leaned against a spirit tree not far from her, as if haunted by a ghost.
His wide sleeves, adorned with moon-white cloud patterns, hung loosely. His eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes cast a small, languid shadow beneath them, as if he had simply found a quiet place to take a nap.
Shen Zhaozhao: "!!!"
Lingxiao Zhenren's divine sense pressure enveloped the entire area, but she didn't tremble at all. However, Xie Linyuan just leaned back casually, and Shen Zhaozhao's alarm bells instantly went up to the highest level. Every nerve was screaming for her to immediately, instantly, and on the spot launch into the air and escape from the scene!
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