In her final few words, Ji Xiaoxiao used her magic to speak. The sound was so loud and so far that everyone in the surrounding mountains heard every word clearly and remembered it perfectly.
"A whore? How dare you call Xiaoheng a whore?" Su Jieke screamed in shock for the sake of his beloved Huang Yanheng, completely losing the demeanor of a young master from a prominent family.
"Xiao Heng is the most beautiful woman in the world. Su Mali, what are you? You are the complete slut." Su Jieke hated Ji Xiaoxiao so much that he wanted to eat her flesh, drink her blood, knock her bones, suck her marrow, sleep on her skin, and pluck her hair.
Ji Xiaoxiao's lips curled slightly, her sarcastic tone provoking Su Jieke to glare angrily. "Su Jieke, if I don't teach you a lesson, do you really think I won't touch you?"
Su Jieke's body tensed instinctively, and he said in a trembling voice, "Su Mary, don't forget, I am your own brother, born of the same mother."
"My own brother? How dare you say you're my own brother now? You just called me a whore!" Ji Xiaoxiao still had the mood to tease.
"Who insulted you? You're a whore by nature. I was just stating the facts." Su Jieke was bold enough to challenge Ji Xiaoxiao's patience and bottom line time and time again.
Ji Xiaoxiao stopped wasting words with Su Jieke, grabbed his hand, and slammed him to the ground. The human bomb Su Jieke blasted a hole in the ground. Ignoring Su Jieke's predicament, Ji Xiaoxiao turned and quickly left.
Upon arriving at the Chaoyun Hall on Xianyun Peak, Ji Xiaoxiao, with her sharp eyes, immediately spotted Huang Yanheng surrounded by a crowd. Anger welled up within her, and malice took hold. Ji Xiaoxiao's fingers moved rapidly, instantly completing a spell. A gigantic fire dragon, with unstoppable momentum, opened its massive maw and flew towards Huang Yanheng.
Caught completely off guard by the sudden fire dragon, Huang Yanheng was struck squarely. Fortunately, the top-grade magic weapon, the Immortal Cloud Robe, blocked most of the attack, temporarily escaping her mortal danger. A few flames caused Huang Yanheng's hair to explode like a bird's nest, with scattered sparks still appearing intermittently, and her entire body emanating a "fragrant, ten-mile-long" smell of burning.
"Huang Yanheng, if you dare to sow discord between my brother and me again, I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death." Ji Xiaoxiao stood in mid-air, her beautiful eyes cold and ruthless, unleashing the power of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, making the surrounding disciples gasp for breath.
Huang Yanheng wasn't without temper. Not only had she missed out on the Dao Tian manual, but she had also been punished by Master Yun Yi based on just a few words from Ji Xiaoxiao. Being confined to Xianyun Peak for three months was fine—cultivation could pass the time—but being forced to copy the rules and regulations ten times was unacceptable. How could Huang Yanheng not resent Ji Xiaoxiao? Recalling that day when her delicate hands clenched into chicken claws, Huang Yanheng felt a strong killing intent towards someone for the first time.
"Su Mali, when did I ever try to sow discord between you and your brother? You're really joking. Everyone who knows you two knows that Su Mali and Su Jack are sworn enemies. You two may have a relationship, but as for feelings, there's really no affection between you." Huang Yanheng retorted, "I'd rather sell my child to buy a steamer basket than steam buns, just to save face."
Ji Xiaoxiao landed directly in front of Huang Yanheng from the air, and with lightning speed, grabbed Huang Yanheng's neck, gradually increasing the pressure on her. Her calm, expressionless face, her waist-length hair swaying with her movements, and her clean, ruthless strikes were all natural and unadorned.
Huang Yanheng had never experienced the taste of waiting for death. She was convinced that Ji Xiaoxiao wouldn't dare do anything to her, but her composure gradually faded with time. Huang Yanheng's face turned deathly pale, her limbs kicked wildly, and she struggled frantically, trying to escape from Ji Xiaoxiao's grasp.
"Huang Yanheng, this is just a small lesson. If there is a next time, I will make you wish you were dead." As Huang Yanheng's eyes rolled back, Ji Xiaoxiao threw her onto a pillar at the entrance of the Chaoyun Palace. Looking at the bright red blood, she kindly reminded her.
Upon entering Chaoyun Palace, Ji Xiaoxiao saw the helpless and powerless Yunyi Zhenren. "Mary, why do you hate Xiaoheng so much?"
"Master, don't you already know?" Ji Xiaoxiao answered Yunyi Zhenren with a question.
Of course, Master Yunyi knew. With his cultivation reaching a transcendent level, he could easily find out anything, big or small, within the Qingyun Sect. He was speechless at the matter between Su Jieke and Ji Xiaoxiao.
"Mary, Xiaoheng is your junior sister." Cultivation emphasizes non-action, and Master Yunyi couldn't force Ji Xiaoxiao to be close to Huang Yanheng. Both were his disciples, and Master Yunyi ultimately had to offer some advice, as the future was unpredictable.
Ji Xiaoxiao bowed to Master Yunyi and said expressionlessly, "Master, I understand. Otherwise, I wouldn't have picked up Huang Yanheng so heavily and put it down so gently."
Master Yun sighed, discussed some important points about the sect competition with Ji Xiaoxiao, and then told her to go back and prepare. A month later, the Qingyun Sect Grand Competition quietly arrived, much to everyone's anticipation.
On a large open space, dozens of arenas slowly rose from the ground with a wave of the sleeve of the enlightened elder. The Qingyun Sect disciples surrounded the arenas in a dense crowd. Ji Xiaoxiao stood at the very back, her arms crossed over her chest, both nervous and excited, without uttering a word.
The Qingyun Sect's Grand Competition gathers all disciples, both inner and outer. There are no restrictions on age, status, or cultivation level, as long as the participant is under thirty. The top one hundred winners will receive the Flowing Cloud Key, granting them access to the Qingyun Sect's controlled secret realm—the Cloud Secret Realm. The Cloud Secret Realm contains countless rare and precious treasures; even a small fraction of them would be enough to sustain one for a lifetime.
At a single command, the sect competition began. The once silent disciples erupted into a cacophony of noise: the explosions of spells, cheers from the crowd, the clang of clashing weapons, the triumphant shouts of the victors, and the mournful cries of the vanquished. Each sound was different, a microcosm of human nature. This small space was a reflection of the entire world.
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