Senior sister, look at him!
Either become the head of the sect, or perish.
The fate of Cangmin Mountain has long been hanging by a thread, leaving no room for retreat.
"The Immortal Sect Competition officially begins!"
The disciples of Tianyan Mountain, dressed in snow-white robes embroidered with golden cloud patterns, stood in the center of Wuji Platform and announced the start of this once-in-a-century event with voices as loud as bells.
As he finished speaking, a huge light screen suddenly lit up above the Wuji Platform, shimmering with colorful light and flowing runes. On the light screen, the battle order of nearly a thousand participating disciples from a hundred sects was densely arranged.
The audience looked up and focused their attention on the screen.
This first day, this first event, was of great significance.
Ji Yunxing of Qingyun Mountain faces off against Zhao Ziyan of Tianyan Mountain.
On one side was a swordsmanship genius of Qingyun Mountain, a talent unseen in a century; on the other, the current chief disciple of Tianyan Mountain. The competition instantly ignited the atmosphere. Everyone discussed and speculated: would Qingyun Mountain's swordsmanship be sharper, or would Tianyan Mountain's magic prevail? Who would ultimately emerge victorious?
Yun Qian wasn't very interested in this highly anticipated battle. She quickly scanned the light screen, focusing on finding the names of the three people.
Finally, on the match list for the eleventh day, she saw the name Cangmin Mountain.
Qin Wu of Cangmin Mountain battles Song Xuezhu of Lingxiao Mountain.
Yun Qian raised her eyebrows slightly.
Song Xuezhu? The female protagonist from the original book has already appeared? And she's going head-to-head with the male protagonist in her very first scene? This plot is just too dramatic.
Fine, let the female lead appear then.
At this moment, Yun Qian was more concerned about her and Bai Chuan's opponents. Having experienced the baptism of modern exams, confirming the exam scope before the exam was almost a habit ingrained in her bones.
It took her the time it takes to brew a cup of tea to finally find her and Baichuan's names in the vast list. Fortunately, their first opponents were ordinary disciples from nameless minor sects, mere passersby whose names weren't even mentioned in the original book, and were nothing to worry about.
After confirming the scope of the exam, Yun Qian couldn't help but think to herself: with thousands of cultivators competing in one-on-one arena matches, this Immortal Sect Grand Competition might last for a year and a half.
As expected, cultivators have long lifespans and have no shortage of time. But she didn't like such a time-consuming activity.
The densely packed small characters on the light screen were dazzling, and the countless prying eyes, both overt and covert, only added to her irritation. Yun Qian simply took out a plain folding fan from her Qiankun bag, unfolded it with a "snap," and placed it directly on her face, blocking the overly glaring sunlight and isolating herself from many unpleasant gazes, seeking some peace and quiet.
"Miss Yun."
As her thoughts wandered, a call brought her back to reality. Through the fan, Yun Qian tilted her head slightly and looked at Ji Yunxing, who had somehow appeared before her seat at Cangmin Mountain. He wore a long black robe, his long hair tied up high, and his posture was as upright as a pine tree, just like the young man on horseback that day.
"Young Master Ji." Yun Qian's voice was lazy, with a hint of dazedness from just coming back to her senses.
Ji Yunxing smiled, her eyes crinkling, radiating youthful vigor: "Miss Yun, the first match of the Immortal Sect Competition is my contest. Do you think I can win?"
Identifying the names on the light screen had already taken a toll on her mental energy; she had never seen so many words at once in a hundred years, and now she just wanted to stay quiet. But since Ji Yunxing had come specifically to ask, it would seem impolite not to answer. So she nodded perfunctorily and, based on the plot, truthfully replied, "Yes."
Ji Yunxing will naturally win, after all, he is an important character in the original work who can compete with the male protagonist for the female protagonist.
Perhaps because he received a positive answer, or perhaps because Yun Qian's languid and dazed appearance pleased him, Ji Yunxing's smile grew even brighter, and his eyes shone with an astonishing brilliance.
"I will win!" he said firmly, as if making a vow. After saying that, he turned around and ran away as fast as he had come.
Looking at Ji Yunxing's energetic back, Yun Qian felt that the original book's description of him was indeed accurate. This young man was always impulsive and brave, with a simple and honest nature, and fearless of any difficulties.
Ji Yunxing is one of the few people in the book who has no desire for Cangmin Mountain itself.
But this is for the best. It's impossible for the whole book to be filled with scheming and despicable people. There always needs to be a few upright and honest people like Ji Yunxing to balance the darkness of this world.
Beside him, Bai Chuan gently waved the jade-bone fan he had brought, a playful smile on his lips, and muttered, "This simpleton is clearly a kind-hearted person."
“Yes.” Yun Qian blinked in agreement.
However, Qin Wu, who was usually taciturn, spoke up in a rare manner, his voice cold and hard: "I don't think so."
He disliked Ji Yunxing, or rather, he instinctively rejected anyone who showed special interest or intention towards Yun Qian.
"Oh?" Bai Chuan seemed to have discovered something new and interesting. He paused with his fan, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Qin Wu. "Junior Brother actually has a different opinion today? Come, come, tell me in detail."
Qin Wu was usually taciturn, but once he expressed his opinion, he was always decisive. However, in the past, his views always aligned with those of his senior brothers and sisters, and there had never been any disagreement. Today, his explicit opposition was something Bai Chuan had never seen before, and he couldn't help but want to tease him.
Qin Wu pursed his thin lips, offering no explanation. His already expressionless handsome face was now covered with an even thicker layer of frost.
"What's with that expression?" Bai Chuan deliberately leaned closer to him, his tone carrying an exaggerated sense of grievance. "What? You've gotten too big for your britches after coming down the mountain? Do you think you can just sit back and watch your expression when your senior brother asks you a question?"
As he spoke, he turned to Yun Qian, feigning sadness, and drew out his complaint in a drawn-out tone: "Senior Sister, look at him!"
Yun Qian was speechless for a moment. Looking at Bai Chuan's lifelike performance and glancing at Qin Wu's even more stiff profile, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
Such scenes play out almost every few days on Cangmin Mountain. Having been together for a century, living in the serene mountains, one of Baichuan and Yunqian's greatest pleasures is teasing their seemingly cold but warm-hearted junior brother.
Qin Wu may appear cold and aloof, but he is actually pure-hearted and easily amused. His occasional expressions of helplessness, embarrassment, and even his current defiant demeanor always bring Bai Chuan a lot of amusement.
Today, sitting in this seemingly prestigious and high-ranking seat, under the spotlight, they are actually at the center of a vortex, and all three are inevitably somewhat exhausted. It's no wonder that Baichuan would use his familiar methods to ease the tense atmosphere at this moment.
Faced with the combined efforts of his senior brothers and sisters, Qin Wu let out a soft snort, quickly turned his head away, leaving them only with his cold, hard back of his head, clearly refusing to communicate.
After a long while, just when Yun Qian and Bai Chuan thought he would no longer respond, they heard the figure with his back to them utter a few words in a muffled voice, tinged with a barely perceptible stubbornness:
"I just don't like him."
These words, spoken as if by a child in a fit of pique, were quite amusing coming from the usually cold and composed Qin Wu.
Yun Qian and Bai Chuan exchanged a glance, and finally couldn't help but smile at each other, their faces showing none of the "composure" that senior sisters and brothers should have.
On the turbulent Wuji Platform, the unique warmth and tacit understanding between the three of them formed their own world, isolating them from the storms of the outside world.
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