Ever since that night when he accompanied Ling Qingxue to watch the moon, Zhang Shaozhong has indeed stopped working so hard.
He cultivates and rests on time every day, and occasionally he will exchange a few words with Ling Qingxue.
That day, Ling Qingxue brought in a plate of spiritual fruits and saw Zhang Shaozhong staring blankly at a water mirror.
"What's wrong?" Ling Qingxue placed the fruit on the table.
Zhang Shaozhong pointed to his reflection in the water mirror: "This white hair...it looks really awkward."
Ling Qingxue was secretly delighted. The fact that he could notice her appearance meant that the influence of the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique was weakening.
"Let me comb your hair for you." Ling Qingxue picked up the comb.
Zhang Shaozhong hesitated for a moment, but still sat down.
Ling Qingxue gently combed his long, snow-white hair and couldn't help but say, "Actually... he's quite handsome, like snow."
Zhang Shaozhong looked at her through the water mirror: "You don't need to comfort me."
"real."
Ling Qingxue said earnestly, "No matter what you become, you'll always be beautiful in my eyes."
Zhang Shaozhong remained silent, but his ears felt slightly hot.
After combing her hair, Ling Qingxue took out two hairpins: "Which one do you want to use? Jade or wood?"
Zhang Shaozhong casually pointed: "It's made of wood, isn't it?"
Ling Qingxue carefully tied his hair back, looked at Zhang Shaozhong looking refreshed in the water mirror, and said with a smile, "You look much more energetic now."
Zhang Shaozhong looked in the mirror, his lips twitched slightly, and although he didn't smile, his eyes softened considerably.
At this moment, Master Xuanji arrived again.
"Get ready!"
Master Xuanji said, "You will also participate in the sect's grand competition in three days."
Ling Qingxue was taken aback: "Master, my husband has only just recovered..."
"It is precisely because of this that we need real-world experience."
Master Xuanji interrupted her, "What's the use of working in isolation all day?"
Zhang Shao nodded: "Okay, I'll participate."
After Master Xuanji left, Ling Qingxue said worriedly, "The sect competitions are all real battles. Can you handle it like this?"
Zhang Shaozhong flexed his wrists: "Perfect, let's test my current strength."
Three days later, the sect competition began.
The martial arts arena of the Taiqing Sect was packed with people, with disciples from all the peaks present.
Zhang Shaozhong's striking white hair drew attention wherever he went.
"Who is that? I've never seen him before?"
"I heard he's a new disciple of the sect leader, named Zhang Shaozhong."
"Why does he have all white hair? It looks rather frightening."
Zhang Shaozhong ignored the surrounding discussions and silently walked among the participating disciples.
Ling Qingxue followed beside him, whispering, "The one in blue is the senior disciple of Tian Shu Peak; his swordsmanship is very powerful. The woman in red is the senior disciple of Yu Heng Peak; she's skilled in magic..."
Zhang Shaozhong suddenly interrupted her: "You don't need to come with me. Go and prepare for your own competition."
Ling Qingxue shook her head: "I forfeited. I came here today specifically to cheer you on."
Zhang Shaozhong glanced at her but said nothing more.
In the first match, Zhang Shaozhong faced off against a disciple in the late Golden Core stage.
"Please enlighten me." The other party bowed respectfully.
Zhang Shaozhong simply nodded, without even drawing his sword.
Enraged by his attitude, the other party immediately unleashed a flying sword attack.
With a casual wave of his hand, Zhang Shaozhong sent the flying sword flying away.
"Thank you for your kind words." Zhang Shaozhong said and turned to leave the stage.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
To defeat an enemy in one move—that's terrifying strength.
Ling Qingxue watched from below the stage, her heart pounding with fear.
Zhang Shaozhong had clearly used the power of the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique just now; she could even feel the chill emanating from it.
In the following matches, Zhang Shaozhong won with a single move each time, and his attacks became increasingly powerful.
One of his disciples was so shocked that he vomited blood, almost damaging his foundation.
"My husband!"
Ling Qingxue couldn't help but send him a telepathic message, "You went too far!"
Zhang Shaozhong glanced back at her, his eyes turning cold again: "Injuries are inevitable in the arena."
Ling Qingxue's heart sank, knowing that the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique was affecting him again.
In the final match, Zhang Shaozhong faced off against the senior disciple of Tian Shu Peak.
"Junior Brother Zhang, please."
The eldest brother bowed with great poise.
Zhang Shaozhong simply nodded, too lazy to even say a word.
The two exchanged less than ten moves before the senior brother was forced into a series of defeats.
Zhang Shaozhong's moves were ruthless, unlike any other martial arts sparring match.
"Junior Brother Zhang, that's enough," the senior brother said, frowning.
Zhang Shaozhong seemed not to hear and slapped his senior brother in the chest.
If that palm strike landed squarely, the senior brother would be bedridden for at least half a year.
"Stop!" The elder referee hurriedly intervened.
But Zhang Shaozhong's palm strike was already unstoppable.
Just as a major disaster was about to occur, Ling Qingxue suddenly rushed onto the stage and stood in front of her senior brother.
"Husband! Wake up!" Ling Qingxue shouted.
Zhang Shaozhong's palm strike abruptly stopped an inch away from her.
His eyes flickered with struggle before he slowly withdrew his hand.
"I concede." After saying that, Zhang Shaozhong jumped off the stage without looking back.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone could see that Zhang Shaozhong was clearly in the lead just now, so why did he suddenly admit defeat?
Ling Qingxue quickly chased after Zhang Shaozhong off the stage and grabbed him, asking, "Husband, are you alright?"
Zhang Shaozhong shook off her hand and said coldly, "Who told you to go on stage? Mind your own business."
Ling Qingxue felt a pang of pain in her heart at the coldness in his eyes: "I'm afraid you'll regret hurting someone..."
"I won't regret it."
Zhang Shaozhong interrupted her, "To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself."
He turned and left after he finished speaking, leaving Ling Qingxue standing there alone.
Master Xuanji appeared beside her at some point and said with satisfaction, "It seems that the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique has been perfected. Now he is a true cultivator."
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