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Chapter 426: Chapter 59 Senior Sister An Is Very Unhappy
 

By noon, Ling Yunpo went with Senior Sister An to the entrance of the White Jade Capital Secret Realm to draw lots.

He originally thought it would be like lining up for COVID tests, taking turns to draw lots from the box, but upon arrival, he discovered a sea of people—how long would it take to line up?

Fortunately, the Three Sects of the Orthodox Sect weren’t foolish enough to actually arrange the lottery draw like that. At exactly three-quarters past noon, ten thousand rays of light suddenly burst forth, shooting out in all directions.

A streak of light shot towards Ling Yunpo’s side, which he swiftly caught with a swift chop of his hand.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small jade sword marked “317”.

Which means that his opponent was the Cultivator who got “318”, Ling Yunpo thought to himself.

Turning his head, he saw that Senior Sister An’s lot sword was marked “110”, a very auspicious number.

By this time, the grand competition had already begun, and the stone doors at the entrance of the White Jade Capital Secret Realm were wide open. Several High Rank Cultivators were nearby the entrance, constantly charging the stone doors with some lightning-based Magical Treasure, maintaining the continued opening of the Secret Realm.

Many Cultivators entered the White Jade Capital Secret Realm in groups. Considering the Secret Realm could accommodate at most a thousand battles a day, most of these Cultivators would not be competing but watching the fights.

“Shall we go in as well?” Ling Yunpo extended an invitation.

“Okay,” An Zhisu replied with a soft smile.

As the two followed the crowd into the White Jade Capital Secret Realm, they immediately heard a huge wave of cheers coming from ahead.

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“As expected of Chief Qiu!”

“That sword move was simply extraordinary!”

“Chief Qiu is invincible!”

An Zhisu frowned upon hearing this, while Ling Yunpo’s expression changed—how did they start praising me with just the first match!

Far off near a pavilion, the crowd slowly parted on both sides as a Kunlun Disciple with flushed cheeks stepped out of the pavilion’s gate, continuously bowing to the left and right crowds, saying:

“In my humble first match, I was fortunate to battle Chief Qiu, learning from his marvellous moves. I truly was no match, how embarrassing!”

Although he spoke of embarrassment, his expression clearly showed he was reveling in the limelight, as if he was the victor.

Looking at the Kunlun Disciples among the crowd, they were actually all showing signs of envy, as if crossing swords with Chief Qiu was an honor. It was utterly ridiculous.

“Brother Yin, do tell us the intricacies of Chief Qiu’s sword move just now,” Soon, about a dozen Kunlun Disciples came forward, pulling the defeated Brother Yin aside to talk, and the onlooking crowd gradually dispersed.

“Putting on airs,” An Zhisu stated with distaste, yet she thought to herself: Do these Kunlun Disciples have no pride at all?

Even when my father had successive victories at Shushan, he did not gain such high esteem; instead, everyone was dissatisfied and slandered and maligned him behind his back… How did Qiu Changtian walk the same path but manage to earn so much respect and admiration from his peers?

Ling Yunpo guessed her thoughts and couldn’t help but smile inwardly: I, Qiu Changtian, and your father Su Jian, are not walking the same path at all!

Su Jian had made a name for himself in Shushan through various challenges after the disappearance of his senior, Dao Ye True Person. The Long Eyebrow Immortal was worried about the whereabouts of Dao Ye True Person and did not have the energy to care for him.

Moreover, Su Jian did not understand socializing at all, and upon facing an opponent, he would launch a merciless beating, never bothering with pleasantries, and would even go as far as breaking the opponent’s Flying Sword. Even with great strength, who would dare to get close to him?

But Qiu Changtian was different. He gained his reputation amongst the outer disciples with the title of “Righteous and Noble, Chief Qiu,” giving him a positive first impression from the start.

Not to mention that he was a practitioner of Daoist Heart Clarity, clearly destined for unlimited prospects, everyone wanted to forge ties with him early on, and he courteously responded to each overture, making everyone feel as if bathed in the warmth of spring, without ever sensing any distance.

Furthermore, with the endorsement of the Ziwei Master behind him, even those who envied him could only feign friendliness on the surface. In this way, the collective atmosphere of “everyone loves Qiu Changtian” naturally formed, didn’t it?

The so-called collective atmosphere is the collective consciousness’ appraisal of someone, and this thing can be contagious.

Su Jian resorted to lethal attacks during the sword competition, thus making enemies. The existence of these enemies caused Su Jian’s reputation within Shushan to deteriorate, leading to even more enemies challenging him to sword duels, and his reputation worsened further.

Qiu Changtian led the external disciples through their trials, made friends, and his friends boasted about him in the Kunlun circles, resulting in even more friends seeking to make his acquaintance, and his reputation improved steadily.

Do you understand, Senior Sister An? Please take this to heart!

An Zhisu, of course, had no inkling of her junior brother’s thoughts. She felt that not to mention her master, even her own junior brother was a thousand times, no, ten thousand times better than that show-off Qiu, yet no one recognized or sought him out. This only increased her displeasure towards Qiu Changtian, thinking that if she were to encounter him, she would certainly teach him a lesson.

Although her junior brother had instructed that they should not casually destroy someone’s Life-bound Sword Artifact, Qiu Changtian was a Kunlun Cultivator who did not practice the Life-bound Sword Technique, so destroying his sword shouldn’t be a problem; it would also vent some of her junior brother’s frustration… Yes, that’s what she’d do!

Ling Yunpo was unaware of Senior Sister An’s thoughts; he only knew that Qiu Changtian’s token was definitely near the front, perhaps the Ziwei Master had cheated to ensure a victorious start for Kunlun’s Chief Disciple!

As the two wandered through the White Jade Capital Secret Realm, lost in thought, suddenly, the token sword in An Zhisu’s hand lit up and unexpectedly flew out of her grasp, speeding towards the distance.

“Senior Sister, it’s your turn!” Ling Yunpo quickly reminded her.

“Got it!” An Zhisu, who was already upset, promptly summoned the Flying Smoke Sword, transforming into a streak of red light, and eagerly chased after the token sword.

Ling Yunpo hurriedly followed, and the two rode their swords, following the small token directly to the ninth pavilion of the White Jade Capital. There, they saw the token sword enter the pavilion’s signboard and then vanish without a trace.

The vicinity of the ninth pavilion, including the nearby pavilions and the corridor in the sky, was already full of Cultivators. When they saw An Zhisu arrive on her sword, the Shushan disciples in the crowd recognized the countenance of the Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal and were shocked, changing their expressions and hastily casting out streaks of light to summon their peers from the Various Peaks to watch.

Lest we forget, our Shushan brethren have often been treated like grass to be cut by the Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal.

This great competition in the White Jade Capital will finally venture out to bully the other two Sects, letting them know the prowess of the Shushan Sword Immortals!

An Zhisu and Ling Yunpo stepped into the ninth pavilion, and many Cultivators immediately followed close behind, eager to witness the first battle of the Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal.

Most of them were Shushan disciples, their faces brimming with excitement, hoping to see the Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal create a bloodbath in the upcoming battle.

Of course, there were also some Kunlun and Penglai disciples present. While they were unaware of the Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal’s fame, the sight of the Shushan crowd quickly gathering piqued their curiosity too.

Ling Yunpo passed through the entrance of the pavilion and saw that the interior was still as spacious as the last time he entered, many times larger than it appeared from the outside, clearly having been expanded using some secret spatial technique.

The center featured a vast and unobstructed area for Magical Competition, with staircases leading to the second, third level… Each level consisted of a narrow corridor about ten feet wide encircling the outer edge, with the middle hollowed out and surrounded by a railing, allowing the spectators to stand on the higher floors and watch the battles below.

Senior Sister An’s opponent had already arrived early, currently standing in the center of the field, a Kunlun Cultivator… Eh?

This person was known to Ling Yunpo – it was the Direct Disciple of Kunlun’s Elder Xuanzhen, Fayuan Zhi, whose killing move was Intangible Sword Qi, a secret technique exclusive to Elder Xuanzhen’s lineage, marking him as one of the Kunlun’s most elite disciples.

An Zhisu also stepped onto the field, and the rest of the crowd ascended the stairways along the edge of the pavilion, heading to the higher viewing corridors, leaving the first floor clear for the two Cultivators set for the duel.

Suddenly, a faint female voice echoed in the pavilion:

“The flag flutters in the heavenly wind, summoning the True Qi of the five directions; the sword spans the Big Dipper, cleansing a thousand miles of demonic miasma. Trialists, shall the competition begin?”

“Let’s!” As An Zhisu drew out her Flying Smoke Sword, Fayuan Zhi suddenly raised his hand, “Wait!”>