I didn't expect it either.
The long and tedious competition was so intense that even the representatives from various factions sitting high on the viewing platform found it difficult to sit there day after day and watch the entire competition from beginning to end.
The nine seats, symbolizing status and power, suspended above the Wuji Platform, were never filled after the first day of the competition. At first, the big shots would use excuses such as being busy with sect affairs or needing to immediately go into seclusion for occasional insights, but later, they didn't even bother to find excuses and simply missed the competition.
Among them, Lin Huaiyu skipped classes the most frequently.
Since awakening after inheriting divine power, his people in the Great Wilderness have all revered him, and no one has dared to utter a single word against what he does. A free and easy spirit is ingrained in his very being, and the fact that he patiently participates in this Immortal Sect Competition is, in the eyes of others, already a great honor.
Of course, if Yun Qian hadn't been present at the competition, he probably would have set off for the Great Wilderness the next day to continue his carefree life.
On the day of Yun Qian's competition, five of the nine chairs above the Wuji Platform were unusually empty. Lin Huaiyu, who usually loved to be absent, was already sitting in his seat early in the morning.
In fact, Lin Huaiyu was always present whenever Yun Qian was there, never missing a single one.
Before stepping onto the stage, Yun Qian seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.
Two gazes, separated by a great distance, silently collided in the air.
Lin Huaiyu rested his chin on one hand, and when she saw her looking over, the corners of his mouth curved upwards in a barely perceptible smile of pleasure.
Yun Qian calmly withdrew her gaze, but a sense of unease lingered in her heart. She hadn't yet figured out how to win this match in a way that would seem more like an accident.
Inspired by Ji Yunxing, Yun Qian also decided to conceal her true abilities. After all, no one in the world could see through her true cultivation level, and it would be a waste not to make full use of this.
On the Wuji Platform, Yun Qian stood quietly to one side, sizing up her opponent.
He was a handsome young man, dressed in the most common black disciple's robe, yet he still appeared tall and imposing.
She's quite good-looking. Yun Qian thought to herself, it seems that everyone in the cultivation world is born with exceptionally good looks.
"I have no intention of harming you, especially a beauty like you..." The young man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but his tone was frivolous. "Unfortunately, this Immortal Sect Competition is a matter of sect reputation, and we cannot give way to it."
He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over Yun Qian's face with a hint of malicious mockery: "However, if you were willing to beg me, I might soften my heart and show mercy."
Yun Qian: "..."
Hmm, the person is good-looking, but unfortunately... they have an extra mouth.
Seeing Yun Qian remain silent, the young man grew even more smug, his greasy gaze sweeping over her more brazenly, his words becoming increasingly vulgar: "If you would be willing to accompany me..."
It seems he truly believed the rumor that the Fate Stone couldn't detect Yun Qian's cultivation level because it was too low.
However, before he could finish his foul language, something unexpected happened!
A seemingly plain wooden sword appeared out of thin air without warning, its tip gleaming with a sharp, cold light, and with lightning speed, it pierced straight for his brow!
The sword intent was not vast, but extremely condensed, carrying a chilling killing intent that made one's soul tremble!
The youth's frivolous and smug expression instantly turned to horror as the shadow of death loomed over him! He could no longer care about anything else and retreated hastily, stumbling and utterly disheveled, until he lost his footing and fell heavily to the ground below the Wuji Platform with a "thud"!
The moment he stepped off the platform, the wooden sword, as if it had a life of its own, flew back along the trajectory of the attack and landed lightly in Yun Qian's outstretched palm.
The entire process was so fast it happened in the blink of an eye. Yun Qian didn't even move an inch, let alone use any exquisite sword techniques.
She held the sword in her hand behind her back, casually slung the wooden sword over her shoulder, and then lowered her eyes slightly to look at the person below the stage who was still in shock and disoriented after falling.
Her eyes were calm and still, without anger or disdain, as if she were looking at an insignificant ant that had accidentally wandered into her field of vision.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the small black sword nestled in her hair trembled almost imperceptibly, as if expressing its displeasure, finding Yun Qian's attack too gentle.
With just one glance, Yun Qian looked away.
A piece of trash who can't even catch a casual sword strike from her isn't worthy of her a second glance.
Below the stage, the young man was now ashen-faced and drenched in cold sweat. He dared not make the slightest mistake and scrambled away, disappearing into the crowd in a sorry state.
Without any dazzling moves or fierce clashes, just a simple sword strike and return was enough to force a Nascent Soul cultivator into a sorry state.
It seems that the determination of destiny by the Destiny Stone is not always entirely accurate.
On the high platform, Sili raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest, and looked on with great interest.
The people of Cangmin Mountain are indeed all incredibly interesting.
Lin Huaiyu's gaze swept lightly over the direction where the disciple had disappeared, a hint of coldness flashing in his usually gentle eyes.
He may not be very capable, but he certainly has a big mouth and a lot of guts.
In the seats below Cangmin Mountain, Qin Wu's face was covered in frost, and the cold aura emanating from his body could almost freeze the air.
Bai Chuan gently waved the jade bone fan in his hand, his gaze following the direction the disciple had left. A barely perceptible glint of fierceness flashed deep in his gentle eyes, but he did not respond.
"The victor is Yunqian from Cangmin Mountain!"
As the disciples of Tianyan Mountain loudly announced the results, Yun Qian frowned almost imperceptibly.
I couldn't resist just now.
What a blunder!
A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. We should have found an excuse to completely cripple that person just now!
She slowly walked down the Wuji Platform and returned to her seat, only then noticing that her two junior brothers' faces were terribly gloomy.
She sat down casually and asked, "Why the long face? Didn't you win the competition?"
“Senior sister,” Qin Wu’s cold voice rang out, carrying a hint of seriousness and dissatisfaction, “you went too far.”
With Yun Qian's strength, even if she wanted to hide in front of everyone, she would have at least hundreds or thousands of ways to make that loose-tongued person pay a more painful price, or even to cripple him silently without revealing any flaws.
Yun Qian slumped into her chair in frustration, waving her hand dismissively, her tone tinged with helplessness: "I didn't expect this either..."
"Didn't expect anything?" Bai Chuan turned to look at her.
Yun Qian sighed and told the truth: "I didn't expect that he couldn't even withstand a casual sword strike from me."
They are far too weak.
So weak that she didn't even need to use her sword techniques; she could easily defeat them with just the most basic sword intent.
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