Chapter 10: Warmth and Challenge Why am I the one who takes on the challenge?

Wen Zhiyu did not come to see Xie Tingyu off today.

She forgot to take her medicine at night and sat up all night, feeling as if her body was not her own.

Fortunately, this mortal body is not an ordinary thing. Before leaving, the ghost master left a trace of ghost power in the body to repair the wounds, which can make her injuries heal quickly.

Xie Tingyu was not prepared to hide the knife on her body.

Although being inside this shielding realm doesn't guarantee safety, it's better than following her.

She used ghost magic to contact the ghost master last night, and talking to her clone was a desperate move.

The relationship between the cultivation world and the ghost palace has always been tense, even to the point of drawing a sword. If Xuan Yuntian discovers her identity as the Ghost King.

There is no need for people from the cultivation world to take action, she will be killed first by the people from Xuanyuntian.

Tian Xing Chi Xiao started to go crazy the moment he saw her Xuan Yuan Sword. Now that he saw the Xuan Yuan Sword was sealed in the yard by Xie Tingyu, he jumped with excitement in a human way.

Surrounding Xie Tingyu, the swords chimed happily.

The sword spirits and knife spirits all gained consciousness and fought with each other, making Xie Tingyu at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Other people have only one wife from beginning to end, so would it be bad for her to have two?

Xie Tingyu thought so and soon walked outside the Nebula Academy. She stood on the steps, took out the healing medicine given by Yunheng and took a pill.

Her eyes were shifty. There were not many disciples outside the academy, so Xie Tingyu simply sat on the steps outside and took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the sword.

She imitated Wen Zhiyu's masterful posture and pretended to be a cool and beautiful lady.

Xie Tingyu didn't stop until someone stepped onto the stairs and saw Xie Tingyu sitting on the upper steps.

Tianxing Chixiao was placed horizontally on her legs.

Xie Tingyu tilted his head to meet the man's gaze, "Nephew Cheng."

Cheng Yan was wearing a dress as red as flames, so she naturally noticed Xie Tingyu at once. She opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out.

After all, Xie Tingyu seemed to be deliberately creating coincidences.

"Thank you, Uncle Master."

Cheng Yan bowed obediently. Xie Tingyu said "eh", jumped down two steps and put his arms around Cheng Yan's shoulders.

This is her only connection in Xuanyuntian Xingyun Academy.

Just when Xie Tingyu was about to speak, he noticed that Cheng Yan beside him looked uncomfortable, with red blush on his ears.

Xie Tingyu's fingers froze.

He pulled it back stiffly, and to avoid embarrassment, he laughed awkwardly twice, which earned him a puzzled look from Cheng Yan.

Xie Tingyu only felt that the atmosphere became more awkward.

Suddenly, Xie Tingyu's eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior, "Zuo Zicheng."

Just like the outfit he wore the night they first met, Zuo Zicheng was wearing a blue dress, which made him look simple and elegant.

He was not a disciple of the Punishment Hall today, but came to the school purely to attend classes.

The young man in blue was slightly stunned, then nodded and walked over. "Xie Xiaoshishu was injured yesterday, why didn't you rest for a while?"

Xie Tingyu raised her hand and said, "I feel fine."

What a freak.

A disciple passed by and looked at Xie Tingyu with complex eyes.

The last time he took the sword, he was injured by Tianxing Chixiao. I heard that he was bedridden for three days and two nights. This time he was beaten with the Soul-Devouring Whip for a full thirty times. How could he be alive and kicking so soon?

"Are Junior Master Xie and Cheng Yan familiar with each other? She looks irritable, but she actually doesn't like to talk much and blushes easily. Senior Master Shiyun always asks me to tease her to talk more."

[Cheng Yan is a social phobic.]

Xie Tingyu: “Huh?”

Is she a social phobia? Then why did the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons ask her who she was?

Xie Tingyu: "Sorry, sorry."

Cheng Yan: "It's okay, it's okay."

Zuo Zicheng: "Ah? Are you really blushing?"

Cheng Yan raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, causing Zuo Zicheng to knock his head forward.

It bounced back suddenly.

Xie Tingyu looked at him strangely, thinking he was like a spring.

Apart from Xie Tingyu who always likes to pretend to be aloof, Cheng Yan, who suffers from social phobia, is not much behind, and the two of them are silent at the same time.

Only Zuo Zicheng was chattering all the way.

Xie Tingyu couldn't help but think, that night when the roast chicken smelled fragrant, I gave him a chicken leg. Maybe it was wrong from the very beginning. Who would have thought that he looked like a little old-fashioned, but in fact he was a chatterbox.

They were originally going to the teaching area of ​​the school, but Xie Tingyu met a gray-robed boy on the road. He was holding a jade tablet and hurriedly walked past the three of them.

He took two steps and suddenly turned around, looking at Xie Tingyu with slightly drooping eyes, "Master Xie, today's morning classes are all swordsmanship classes, at the training ground."

After he finished speaking, he walked away shaking his neck.

"Thank you."

Xie Tingyu nodded, and Zuo Zicheng came over and patted her shoulder, "That's great, I'll go with Junior Master."

Cheng Yan glanced at him, said nothing, and just followed the two of them.

training ground.

There are many disciples, most of whom are wearing blue and white disciple uniforms.

The various colorful spiritual lights were dazzling, and as soon as Xie Tingyu stepped into the training ground, he felt a slight chill on his back.

Countless eyes fell on her at the same time. It can be said that after her fight with Ximen Huairen, her fame spread a lot.

Using the strength of a young man from the second level to fight against the seventh level.

Although this kind of cross-level challenge is not earth-shattering, it is rare.

However, what attracts the most attention about Xie Tingyu is her sword, Tianxing Chixiao.

Xie Tingyu stepped forward with the sword in hand and went straight to her school team.

Class A, Class 2, mainly Ximen Huairen and others were standing there. Their disgusting and glaring eyes could be seen at a glance.

Zuo Zicheng hooked his arm around Xie Tingyu's neck, his expression cold and serious, scanning the people around him.

He was quite famous in the Upper Star Academy, and was personally taught by the head of the Punishment Hall, so naturally he could shock and intimidate the disciples of the Lower Star Academy.

But Xie Tingyu slapped his hand away and said, "Don't worry, let me do it."

Xie Tingyu said this with confidence and full of momentum.

Zuo Zicheng and Cheng Yan looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

What does this Junior Master Xie want to do?

"I was in a bad mood yesterday and had a conflict with Junior-nephew Ximen. I want to apologize to him today." Xie Tingyu stepped forward with a sword in his hand and said slowly in front of Ximen Huairen's gloomy face.

After these words were spoken, it was Zuo Zicheng and Cheng Yan's turn to look at each other in bewilderment.

Let...her come?

Most of the students who were practicing seriously in the training ground were secretly paying attention to Xie Tingyu's movements, and they pricked up their ears for fear of missing any words.

"Is this going to be another fight?"

"Probably not, but why are you apologizing to Junior Master?"

Several lecturers raised their hands to suppress the students' discussions, but at the same time they each had their own thoughts.

On one side is the top family in the world of cultivation, and on the other side is the direct disciple of Yunheng Sword Master. It seems disadvantageous to favor either side.

So they choose to stand aside.

Xie Tingyu had a faint smile on his face from the moment he opened his mouth, as if he was waiting for Ximen Huairen to speak, and he would not move unless the enemy moved.

Ximen Huairen frowned, "What are you doing again? Are you going to apologize to me?"

Xie Tingyu sighed, "I have lost contact with my family since I came here, and I really miss home. Last night I dreamed that my parents gave me earnest advice and told me to be a good boy——"

The word "person" has not been uttered yet.

He was interrupted by an angry voice, and veins popped out on Ximen Huairen's forehead. "What on earth do you want to say?"

"I was wondering, are you the only one in my family? I envy your happy family. If an outsider beats the younger one, the older one will come, and if the older one is beaten, the older one will come, and it will be endless. Wouldn't that person be hunted down for his entire life, until he reaches the end of the world?"

After hearing this, those who were secretly paying attention to Xie Yu's words roughly understood what he said.

She wasn't saying she missed home at all; she was clearly trying to get Ximen Huairen to seek help from his family.

Isn't this a dead giveaway?

However, Xie Tingyu continued to chatter, "On the other hand, I am now alone in Xuanyuntian. My father in the mortal world is seriously ill and will not live long. My mother loves gambling very much. There is no money at home. If I were not there to earn some money at home, I am afraid that my parents would not be able to survive."

"You need me to give you some? Dream on." Ximen Huairen snorted.

"No, I mean my parents have a hard life in this world. I only ask Master Ximen to not torture them when someone tries to hurt them. Let them die in peace."

The Ghost Lord sealed several talismans and messages in her Xuanyuan Sword, including her fake mortal identity.

The address turned out to be exactly the place she had used to fool Geteng, and it even had some extra details added to it.

Her fake parents were two ghosts, at least they couldn't die.

Xie Tingyu's words were fluent and his voice was sad.

Many people stopped what they were doing and their eyes were drawn to Xie Tingyu.

Is this the top filial daughter?

Just as Ximen Huairen was about to explode, a big hand pressed on his shoulder.

Xie Tingyu had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next moment, a man who looked quite similar to Wang Xiao walked out from behind Ximen Huairen.

He has a completely different arrogant temperament from Wang Xiao.

"My name is Wang Ji. My junior sister's sword move yesterday shocked everyone. Even I, who was in the Upper Star Academy, could see some of it. I came here today because of your reputation. Would you be so kind as to let me see it with my own eyes?"

"Do you want to see the sword? Do you want it if I give it to you?" Xie Tingyu pulled out a section of the sword and said with a smile.

"If the sword could be given up so easily, it wouldn't have refused to recognize its master for three thousand years." Wang Ji chuckled with a hint of contempt in his eyes. "I just don't know why the sword likes such a weird method."

Xie Tingyu narrowed her eyes. Her identity had been doubted since the day she entered the sect, including Wen Zhiyu, Yun Heng, Ge Teng, Wang Xiao and Wang Ji.

If there was no flaw in this physical body, her ghost body would have been exposed long ago.

The suspicion will only grow. If that's the case, why would she bother pretending?

"To be honest, I was injured in the fight yesterday, and then I was hit by thirty soul-devouring whips. The injuries are extremely severe. I feel severe pain all over my body as long as I use my spiritual energy a little bit."

"Oh? Uncle Yunheng actually didn't treat Junior Sister's injuries?"

Wang Ji mentioned Yun Heng with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Xie Tingyu exclaimed, "How do you know that the wound has not been healed? What kind of evil means did you use to monitor my master?"

After hearing her words "devilish tricks", Wang Ji sneered, "Master Yunheng's strength is so great that people are afraid of him. How dare I do that? Junior sister, there should be a limit to how much you can joke with."

"Are you kidding? Junior Brother Wang Ji, don't you think this is funny? Wasn't it Junior Brother who first proposed this?"

A clear and slightly magnetic voice rang out in the training ground, and a figure dressed in red landed, with red lips, white teeth, hair tied with red silk, and a sword in his arms as usual.

Wen Zhiyu raised his eyes slightly, "I heard that Junior Brother's eldest disciple is very promising at a young age. He reached the eighth level of the Youngsters' Journey at the age of 19. Although it is not uncommon, it is considered upper-middle class in the Lower Star Academy."

When Wang Ji heard Wen Zhi's voice, his pupils shrank slightly, and his face showed a little defensiveness. "What do you mean, Senior Brother Wen? Please speak frankly."

"Xuanyuntian hasn't been this lively for a long time. Why not let my junior sister and nephew compete openly on the fighting platform to inspire the younger generation of disciples to work hard on their cultivation?"

Wen Zhiyu had his signature smile on his face, with a hint of threat in it, "How?"