You're stupid, yet you blame others for being too smart.
The mere physical array was enough to leave the cultivators near the Wuji Platform speechless. Yun Qian couldn't help but wonder if this physical array technique was truly so rare.
She turned her head and looked at the cultivators who were staring intently at the array in her palm as if they had seen some rare treasure. She thought to herself: Could it be that this year's Immortal Sect Competition does not even have a single array cultivator who can be considered worthy of the stage?
What Yun Qian didn't know was that at this moment, those people not only didn't think of it as a physical array, but instead regarded the golden cube in her hand as some kind of rare high-level magic weapon.
Instead of reflecting on whether their inability to understand was due to their own limited knowledge and insufficient cultivation, they became even more convinced that the rumor in their hearts that Cangmin Mountain was indeed full of treasures and must be a sacred place of cultivation with abundant spiritual energy and profound heritage!
If Yun Qian could see the strange logic in everyone's minds, she would probably laugh out loud in anger.
Those disciples who had been overpowered by Qin Wu's sword intent and were now ruthlessly pushed out of the arena by Yun Qian's formation felt utterly humiliated and were filled with rage. No longer caring about feigning injury, they nimbly scrambled to their feet, rolled up their sleeves, and charged menacingly towards Yun Qian and the others, attempting to forcefully confront them.
However, just as they were about to reach Yun Qian, they seemed to have hit an invisible wall and could not move forward even an inch!
The golden barrier that had expanded earlier now stood firmly and silently before them, shimmering with light, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.
At first, they were skeptical and pounded on the smooth, mirror-like surface of the barrier with their palms, shouting and cursing as they did so, their words filled with denunciation and disparagement of Yun Qian, Qin Wu, and even the entire Cangmin Mountain. But as they continued pounding, they were horrified to discover that the golden barrier was more sturdy than they had imagined. No matter how hard they exerted themselves, it remained completely still, without even a ripple.
Later, some people, enraged, began to use weapons. Longswords, broadswords, and even strange weapons, all kinds of magical treasures flashing with various spiritual lights, took turns to strike the barrier fiercely! There was a series of clanging and banging sounds, and sparks flew everywhere, but the golden barrier still shone brightly and remained unmoved, without even a tiny scratch left on its surface.
Inside the formation, Yun Qian leisurely took out two more comfortable chairs from her Qiankun bag and sat down with Qin Wuan. As if they were under a stage, they watched with great interest the frustrated and futile performance of the people outside the formation.
As the official start time of the Immortal Sect Competition drew near, more and more disciples from various sects arrived near the Wuji Platform. Those disciples who had initially been clamoring for an explanation, seeing that they were powerless against this strange barrier and concerned about losing face in front of more people, gradually quieted down their cursing and dispersed in twos and threes.
Although the troublemakers had dispersed, the gazes directed towards Cangmin Mountain not only didn't diminish, but actually intensified. At this moment, everyone's greatest curiosity had shifted from the previous conflict to the mysterious golden cube: what exactly was it? And why could it transform into such a sturdy barrier?
Yun Qian crossed her legs in a standard pose, leaned back lazily in her chair, and looked at the cultivators below the stage who were still pointing at the golden barrier with inquisitive expressions. Her tone was a bit helpless and teasing: "If only they could think about the word 'array' even a little bit, they wouldn't be so confused."
Upon hearing this, Qin Wu, standing beside him, let out a short, cold sneer and retorted, his words as sharp as ever: "If you're stupid and dull, are you going to blame others for being too smart?"
Yun Qian chuckled, turned to Qin Wu and gave him a thumbs up, her eyes full of admiration. Her junior brother was usually very sparing with words, but once he spoke, his words were often incisive and extremely insightful.
Just then, "Clang—"
A long, resonant bell rang out, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, rippling outwards and announcing the official start of today's Immortal Sect Competition.
Qin Wu was not the first to fight today, and he could accompany Yun Qian to watch other people's matches.
In truth, Qin Wu originally intended to come alone. With his current cultivation level, he was absolutely confident he wouldn't lose to his first-round opponent. Bai Chuan readily agreed; rather than being a spectator, he preferred to linger among the rare flowers and herbs of Tianyan Mountain, searching for medicinal plants.
But Yun Qian was different. She couldn't suppress her curiosity and was eager to see Qin Wu's opponent in this battle with her own eyes.
Song Xuezhu.
What exactly does the woman described in the original book as pure and flawless like a white lotus, occupying a special place in Qin Wu's life, look like?
The answer to this mystery will soon be revealed.
Yun Qian turned her gaze with great interest to the competition taking place on the Wuji Platform. She seemed focused, but in reality, her mind had already wandered far away. She was completely unaware that several gazes were quietly falling on her from the floating viewing platform high in the sky.
Sili stared at Yun Qian silently for a long time, his gaze deep and unfathomable. When he looked up again, he met Lin Huaiyu's inquisitive peach blossom eyes.
Sili's face instantly flashed his signature gentle smile. He nodded slightly to Lin Huaiyu, then calmly and naturally turned his gaze to the fierce battle taking place on the Wuji Platform below, as if the long gaze from before had never happened.
Lin Huaiyu leaned back lazily in his chair, his elbows resting on the armrests and his chin propped up with one hand. The nonchalant smile that always hung between his brows paused almost imperceptibly for a moment when he caught Sili's subtle and persistent gaze toward Yun Qian, but he quickly returned to his carefree and leisurely demeanor.
He hated Sili, and he hated even more the way Sili looked at Yun Qian with a calculating and inquisitive gaze, as if scrutinizing prey.
Lin Huaiyu lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Yun Qian, whose pale yellow figure stood out conspicuously within the golden barrier. His gaze softened unconsciously, carrying a focus that even he himself was unaware of.
Unlike the solemn and upright posture of disciples from other sects, Yun Qian was almost half-reclined in the large chair, her posture as languid as a cat basking in the sun. She faced the Wuji Platform, seemingly watching intently, but her eyes were actually vacant, clearly lost in thought.
What might be considered exciting by ordinary cultivators, Yun Qian found utterly boring, like a high school student watching kindergarten children play.
Although her gaze was fixed on a certain spot on the Wuji Platform, her thoughts had already drifted off to who-knows-where.
Seeing her like this, Lin Huaiyu's lips curved into a wider smile, and a ripple stirred in her heart. This person was truly both beautiful and incredibly interesting.
However, the physical array that Yun Qian displayed today truly piqued his interest even more. This was by no means an ordinary method.
Just as Lin Huaiyu was thoughtfully observing Yun Qian, he saw her, who had been leaning back lazily, suddenly sit up straight, clearly a signal that Qin Wu was about to make his appearance.
However, her gaze did not seem to be directed at Qin Wu, who was about to step onto the arena.
Lin Huaiyu raised an eyebrow slightly, looking in the direction Yun Qian was looking with a hint of curiosity.
At the other end of the Wuji Platform, a white figure, like a secluded orchid in a valley, quietly stepped onto the arena. Her robes fluttered, and her aloof demeanor instantly attracted many gazes.
That must be... Song Xuezhu?
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