Chapter 3: Beauty is a disaster. I think Brother Jiang’s master is also very charming...
With Jiang Qiying and Chu Jinhe as his guardians, Jiang Zhaoyue immediately sat down cross-legged, floated the scroll of 'Taixuan Secret Treasure' in front of him, probed his spiritual consciousness into it, and began to comprehend it.
Looking from the Xuantian Mirror outside the secret realm of mountains and seas, one could see countless figures rapidly rushing towards where the three of them were.
In front of the eight huge Xuantian mirrors, a handsome young man sat high on a throne carved with cloud patterns. He smiled and said,
"Fu Lanting, didn't you say that the kid from your Qiling Xianzong has no interest in the moon? I don't think so. He has even taken out the 'Taixuan Secret Treasure'. Last time I asked you to exchange a chance for enlightenment, you refused. Now you don't have to pay anything."
Next to the young man, also high in the clouds, sitting on a throne carved with flowers, plants and trees, was a man who looked a little more mature than him. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was handsome and extraordinary, but his face looked a little bad at the moment.
He glanced at the young man and said in a cold tone, with an air that brooked no disobedience: "Beauty is a disaster."
"Zhaoyue is gentle and considerate, and has outstanding talents. Don't be ungrateful." The young man continued to smile, not angry at all: "Jiang Qiying is only a little strong, what a boring boy, how dare you look down on our Zhaoyue."
"Strength is king in the cultivation world."
"No matter how strong you are, you are not popular."
"Oh."
"How about we make a bet?"
Outside the secret realm, no one heard the battle between the strong men. Inside the secret realm, as time passed, the power of the "Taixuan Secret Treasure" gradually became apparent.
The first to arrive were the eldest brother Xing Wujiu of Dianxing Xianzong and his sister Xing Wuxia.
As soon as they arrived, they looked at the jade slip in front of Jiang Zhaoyue, and soon shifted their gaze to Jiang Zhaoyue, Jiang Qiying and Chu Jinhe.
Before they could make any move, several more figures came over.
In less than half an hour, hundreds of people had gathered around, and more people continued to arrive.
As the surrounding aura grew stronger and stronger, Jiang Qiying grasped the air with his right hand, and a green long sword appeared in his hand starting from the hilt.
The sword light swept across the ground, leaving a deep ravine, as if it was a natural moat blocking everyone's way.
Jiang Qiying's cold and calm voice did not contain any embarrassment of being besieged.
"If you want to get the 'Taixuan Secret Treasure', defeat me."
Behind him was the light reflecting the sky, and Jiang Zhaoyue, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, comprehending the 'Taixuan Secret Treasure'.
Perhaps because he had gained some insights from his meditation, Jiang Zhaoyue did not wake up from his state of meditation in time, and there were already people all around him staring at him with eager eyes.
According to the agreement, they should have woken her up to fight the enemy together, but neither Jiang Qiying nor Chu Jinhe did so.
Chu Jinhe silently protected the other side of Jiang Zhaoyue.
He also wielded a sword, sweeping across Jiang Qiying's green longsword. He snorted coldly, and a black heavy sword soon appeared in his hand. Blood-colored runes flowed on the sword. It was swung heavily, and the tip of the sword cracked the ground three feet deep. It was obvious that he was not from the same school as Jiang Qiying.
He carefully glanced at Jiang Zhaoyue who was still in meditation, and made sure that his senior sister could not sense the situation in the outside world and could not hear any sound. Then he lowered his voice and spoke. His voice was very cold, with a hint of jealousy and boasting.
"I chose the heavy sword for my senior sister. The heavy sword is for defense. I will always be my senior sister's strongest shield. Only my senior sister and I are the closest."
Maybe it was because his tone was too obvious, but Jiang Qiying, who usually ignored him, rarely glanced at him, as if looking at an annoying stone on the side of the road.
His voice was as cold as he was.
"If you have a brain disease, get treatment."
"Jiang Qiying, you're just relying on your senior sister's love for you."
Seeing that his 'rival' ignored him, Chu Jinhe continued, "But time is still long. Sooner or later, I will let Senior Sister see clearly that you are nothing more than that..."
"Are you done talking?"
Suddenly, a voice from the side interrupted Chu Jinhe's thoughts before he could say anything.
A trace of speechlessness appeared on the handsome face of Xing Wujiu, the eldest senior brother of Dianxing Xianzong.
"I know Junior Sister Zhaoyue is very charming, but Junior Brother Chu, can you please respect us first? Besides, your Senior Sister doesn't like you either."
"Shut up!"
Chu Jinhe's eyes darkened instantly, and the runes flowing on the heavy sword turned red for a moment. His voice seemed a little broken, "Who said Senior Sister doesn't like me?!"
Xing Wujiu was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he saw Chu Jinhe coming with a sword in hand, and his first move was a powerful one.
"The sword cuts through mountains and rivers."
The black heavy sword was dyed red with blood, and runes were densely injected into it, bringing a suffocating pressure along with the sound.
Xing Wujiu was just blocking, but when the breath hit him, his face changed drastically and he subconsciously cursed.
Chu Jinhe is the youngest among all the geniuses of the immortal sect. Since he has only been in the Tao for three years, his cultivation level will naturally not be too strong. After all, everyone is a genius.
But at this moment Xing Wujiu found that he was wrong.
This boy, who was only eighteen years old, felt a fatal sense of crisis in just a moment.
He gritted his teeth and resisted, glancing at his sister who was still watching the show: "Xing Wuxia, your brain has been eaten, why don't you do it?"
Xing Wuxia was also one of the geniuses of the Dianxing Immortal Sect. When he heard his brother's request for help, he put away his expression of watching a show and rushed forward.
As she attacked, she smiled and said, "Brother, now you know the consequences of being too talkative, right? It's not your turn to say anything about other people's affairs."
After she finished speaking, she stared at Chu Jinhe and sighed, "Senior Sister Zhaoyue is truly a role model for our generation."
"Damn you, don't you see that this Chu guy is crazy?"
The battle is about to begin.
Chu Jinhe faced the two geniuses of Dianxing Xianzong alone. After seeing Xing Wujiu's fate, the others tacitly avoided them and chose to besiege Jiang Qiying.
Among the cultivators who arrived one after another, there were many geniuses from other immortal sects or major forces. At this moment, the "Taixuan Secret Treasure" was the most important, even more important than the first place in this immortal sect competition.
Jiang Qiying's sword moves were not as dazzling as Chu Jinhe's blood-stained heavy sword. It was just an ordinary, three-foot green sword with a restrained edge.
Like the breeze on your face.
The cultivators at the forefront of the siege felt a chill between their eyebrows, and drops of blood fell and stained their eyelashes, and the pain finally came.
Then a biting chill crept up my spine.
There was also a disciple of the Immortal Sect who was ranked among the geniuses in the front row. However, he was no different from the other cultivators around him. He felt a chill in his brows as Jiang Qiying had already passed by him.
He touched his brow in confusion, looking at the bright red on his palm in disbelief.
He was not surprised that Jiang Qiying could defeat him, but definitely not in this way.
This is a competition among immortals, and killing is prohibited.
In other words, if it was a real hostility, he and the monks around him would have been dead at that moment.
But they are the geniuses of the same generation! They are the same age!
At this moment, not only other people, but even the Xing family brothers and sisters who were fighting with Chu Jinhe stopped, looking at Jiang Qiying with a solemn and deep gaze, without a trace of smile.
Unrivaled in his generation.
A shadow that is difficult to surpass.
Chu Jinhe was rarely silent. She just looked at him with dark eyes, and then looked at Jiang Zhaoyue the next moment.
In the suffocating silence, a gentle and warm female voice with a smile broke the silence.
"Did I miss something?"
Jiang Zhaoyue opened his eyes and stood up from the ground. Seeing everyone's heavy faces, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't want to fight anymore? Then please give me the points."
Xing Wujiu, who had a rather grim expression just now, was the first to speak.
He took a deep breath, collected his thoughts, and regained his composure. He half-jokingly said, "Junior Sister Zhaoyue, you have to keep a check on this. Your Junior Brother Chu is so rude. I just said you like Senior Brother Jiang, and he wanted to kill me."
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at his junior fellow apprentice.
But Chu Jinhe, whose expression was cold, immediately changed to a well-behaved expression, as if to be humble and submissive:
"I'm sorry, Senior Sister. I just wanted to compete with Senior Brother Xing, but I didn't expect you to misunderstand me. You know, I'm timid. I need you to accompany me when I enter the secret realm. I don't dare to kill anyone."
Xing Wujiu was a cheerful person, but this was the first time he encountered such a person who confuses right and wrong. He opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn't say anything suitable.
Xing Wuxia patted his shoulder and said sympathetically, "Brother, getting involved in other people's love, hatred, and vengeance will lead to misfortune. Have you experienced this today?"
"roll."
Xing Wujiu slapped her hand away before continuing to talk to Jiang Zhaoyue, this time about serious matters.
"Junior Sister Zhaoyue, if you want to get my points, you have to beat me."
Before Jiang Zhaoyue could reply, he saw Jiang Qiying, who had been silent beside him, swung his sword like the wind.
The Xing brothers and sisters had just begun their blocking move when a drop of bright red began to flow down from between their brows.
Jiang Qiying's expression was calm, and her voice was calm, not overbearing. "Everyone present, give all your points to Junior Sister Jiang."
He didn't threaten, but everyone knew what the consequences would be if they didn't give it.
Xing Wuxia, who was standing next to Xing Wujiu, was stunned for a moment, then he touched the blood on his forehead with a tearful face, "I didn't say I didn't want to give it to you, why are you hitting me..."
The rest of the process went very smoothly.
All the cultivators present lined up and said to Jiang Zhaoyue, "I lost" - this is how the scores were determined.
The 'Taixuan Secret Treasure' was suspended on the side, attracting more ignorant contestants to come and 'donate' their points.
No one knew how strong Jiang Qiying was, so the qualifying process was easier than Jiang Zhaoyue had imagined.
In the end, Jiang Zhaoyue won first place in the qualifying round with a score almost half that of the second place.
When she came out, she saw her master at the entrance to the secret realm.
Lin Bozhou, the head of Yunmiao Immortal Sect.
Next to Lin Bozhou was Fu Lanting, the handsome but cold-faced leader of the Qiling Immortal Sect.
Generally speaking, it is difficult to send strong people at the level of a master to watch the competition between the younger generations. The appearance of these two people here undoubtedly attracted a lot of attention.
This was also the first time Jiang Zhaoyue met Jiang Qiying's master.
The stern-faced leader of the Qi Ling Xian Sect was wearing a Zhou Tian Xing Chen robe. His face was as handsome as a god, his long black hair was tied up with a golden crown, and his wide sleeves were winding on the ground. There were flowing star phantoms on the corners of his sleeves. He looked down at those below like a monarch who was high above and could not be disobeyed.
With just one glance, she could clearly see the displeasure in the master's eyes towards her.
Even the system shrank cowardly in her mind, timidly saying, "Too strong, host. He doesn't seem to like you very much. Let's stay away from him."
But Jiang Zhaoyue's smile persisted. She rubbed her eyes, unconcerned with the stinging pain of being burned by the aura of the superior. The system even heard her admiring voice, mixed with a bit of sticky tenderness: "I think Senior Brother Jiang's master still has some charm..."
System: “Ah?”
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