Chapter 18 With her limited skills?
That night.
Top-tier sects like the Crimson Cloud Sect naturally have their own businesses in Cloud City.
Wan Qianqiu was also considered Pei Lang's benefactor, so Shen Zhaozhao followed along and legitimately stayed at Qixia Garden, which was located in the west of the city by the Chixiao Sect.
The room was elegant and quiet, with soft lighting.
Wan Qianqiu changed into a moon-white casual dress, her black hair still loosely tied up, and she was quietly sipping a cup of spiritual tea with her eyes lowered.
The warm yellow light fell on his jade-like profile, making his already outstanding features even more profound and captivating.
Pei Lang looked at Wan Qianqiu sitting opposite him, and his heart, which had just been extinguished by the strong Northeastern accent, started pounding wildly again.
Looking at a beautiful woman under the lamplight makes her more and more attractive.
Pei Lang cleared his throat, trying to suppress his inappropriate agitation, and put on a face full of sincerity and curiosity: "Speaking of which, Senior Brother Wan, I didn't know which sect you came from. With such demeanor and cultivation, your sect must be very famous, right?"
"Crack!"
A crisp, even slightly piercing, cracking sound suddenly rang out.
Before Pei Lang could finish speaking, Wan Qianqiu crushed the fine jade teacup in his hand. Tea mixed with a few shards of porcelain dripped onto the hem of his moon-white robe, leaving a dark stain.
Pei Lang: "???"
All I asked was the name of the sect!
Is it really necessary to get so angry that you smash a cup?!
I won't ask you for compensation this time, just be more careful next time!
Shen Zhaozhao pressed her throbbing temples and said softly to the bewildered Pei Lang, "Pei Lang, there are some things... it's better if you don't know them. The waters here are too deep for you to handle."
Pei Lang: "???"
No, does your sect have some strange rule that forbids revealing the sect's name?
Feeling a bit uneasy in this atmosphere, Pei Lang decided to change to a safer topic and quickly shower his savior, who was also incredibly handsome, with compliments to ease the tension.
"Ahem, Senior Brother Wan."
Pei Lang tried to make his smile look natural. "Speaking of which, Senior Brother, you truly have keen insight and can see things clearly."
"You don't know, Yun Wan'er from the Tianyan Sect, her pitiful and sympathetic act has deceived many people in Lingzhou. Whether it's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a Golden Core expert, or even some Nascent Soul seniors, they all dote on her and treat her like a treasure."
"Only you, Senior Brother, saw through her true nature at a glance and remained unmoved. Your composure and insight are truly admirable!"
Pei Lang felt that his flattery was sincere and insightful, and he was quite pleased with himself.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Wan Qianqiu's lips were twitching even more frequently than when he had crushed the cup.
Wan Qianqiu took a deep breath, as if she was trying her best to suppress something, and a very short, sarcastic laugh escaped from her throat.
"Oh."
He put down the handkerchief he was wiping his hands, raised his eyes, and those once clear and gentle eyes now held a kind of gloom and brokenness that neither Pei Lang nor Shen Zhaozhao could understand, as if he had experienced a great trauma.
"With her limited skills?"
Wan Qianqiu's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth, "Compared to my sect leader... he's simply not worth mentioning."
Shen Zhaozhao: "???"
Shen Zhaozhao sat up abruptly. "Sect Leader?"
How did this get involved with her sect leader?
Wan Qianqiu's expression turned completely cold, as if she would shatter into pieces at the slightest touch.
He gritted his teeth, "That lunatic, relying on his face, causes all sorts of trouble and does all sorts of weird things. If Rui Rui and I show even the slightest impatience—he starts to whine and act pitiful!"
"As soon as he plays the victim, that spineless Rui Rui softens and gives in just by looking at his face!"
“If Rui Rui compromises, I have to compromise too. Besides, can I not compromise?! If I don’t compromise, he can be even more ruthless and outrageous! He’ll find all sorts of ways to torment you until he finally makes you submit!”
Shen Zhaozhao: "???" Is he really that reckless?!
Pei Lang: "???" Is he really that good-looking?!
Wan Qianqiu sighed heavily, as if she had used up all her strength, her face showing only a numbness and despair after being repeatedly ravaged by life.
He raised his eyelids and looked at the two brats opposite him who had never experienced any hardship: "Let me put it this way, you can say he's mentally ill, but you really can't lie and say he's not good-looking."
"But if you say he's mentally ill, he thinks you're just jealous of his good looks and are deliberately being sarcastic."
"So every time he does something reckless, he does it with complete self-righteousness, and Rui Rui and I can't argue with him. If we dare to confront him, he thinks we're just blinded by jealousy."
"Logically consistent, it is completely unsolvable."
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
What kind of psychopath is her sect leader?
The next day.
The central square of Yunqi City was bustling with activity.
Beneath the enormous "Qingyun Ranking" spirit wall, fifteen temporary arenas were lined up in a row, their spiritual light swirling, announcing the official start of the preliminary selection for the new talent competition.
The rules are simple and straightforward: contestants freely choose their opponents, step into the ring, and fight!
The winner advances, the loser packs their bags and goes home.
The life-or-death situation was decided in one fell swoop, with an absurdly high efficiency, which also meant that at least half of the cultivators would have to leave in tears today.
Yun Wan'er, dressed in a brand-new Tianyan Sect disciple's uniform, stood below a certain arena. Her face was still a little pale from last night's turmoil, but her eyes tried hard to maintain a resolute look.
Her cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining was extremely conspicuous among the contestants who were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, like a lamb falling into a pack of wolves.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and her gaze swept over her fellow disciples.
Soon, a Tianyan Sect disciple at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment understood and leaped onto the arena, giving Yun Wan'er a simple and honest smile that said, "Junior Sister, don't worry."
"Junior Sister Wan'er, please enlighten me!"
Yun Wan'er gracefully stepped onto the stage, and the two exchanged a couple of symbolic moves. Then, the disciple from the Tianyan Sect tripped over his own feet and cried out "Ouch!" as he threw himself off the edge of the arena in an extremely exaggerated manner.
"Thump."
His landing posture was standard, and he even had a pained expression that said, "I tried my best."
The referee waved the flag expressionlessly: "The winner is Yun Wan'er from the Tianyan Sect."
The audience fell into a deathly silence, followed by barely suppressed boos and curses.
Yun Wan'er stood on the arena, ignoring the harsh boos.
She composed herself, straightened her skirt, and glanced at the angry, distorted faces below the stage, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Oh.
Having a senior brother to protect her is her skill. What, you bunch of pathetic creatures, don't you even have a senior brother to help you out?
Pei Lang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he watched from below the stage. He suddenly turned his head, wanting to complain to Shen Zhaozhao, who had just returned from outside the city: "No, did you see that?! Is there anyone more disgusting than that Yun Wan'er?!"
Pei Lang's words caught in his throat.
Who's next to him?
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