81: Chapter 81 A Manifestation Before the Public

After some conversation.

Upon hearing about the xuanyuan immortal-ascending fruit, Ling Shuanghua's expression darkened completely, her teeth clenched tightly, wishing she could drag Lin Qingyu over and give her a severe scolding.

Yet looking at that peerlessly gorgeous face, her surging anger was suddenly blocked in her chest, unable to vent it out anyhow, and finally she aimed her spearhead at her own old man.

"Grandpa, it's all your fault!"

Qingming Zhenren: "..."

He gave his granddaughter a reproachful glare, and after a moment of silence, he spoke:

"Qingyu, it's not that there's no remedy for the xuanyuan immortal-ascending fruit; it just takes time to gather a few rare spiritual herbs."

Hearing this, Lin Qingyu was somewhat surprised.

After all, this old man had never said such words in the simulation; could it be related to her sword path talent "improving" once again?

"Then I'll have to trouble Master."

Lin Qingyu had no excuse to decline, because saying no at this time would appear too hypocritical, and anyway, it wouldn't be long before she accidentally broke through to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Having said that, Lin Qingyu stood up from the futon, bowed with cupped hands toward Qingming Zhenren, and said:

"Master, today is the decennial grand competition, and this disciple intends to go and give it a try."

"Mhm, your cultivation realm has advanced by leaps and bounds, so it's good to go to the grand competition for some tempering."

Qingming Zhenren nodded slightly, then waved his hand.

"Alright, alright, neither one nor two of you give this old man any peace of mind, just leave."

Walking all the way toward the mountainside, Ling Shuanghua's expression still didn't look good, her lip line taut, looking as though she was very angry.

Lin Qingyu laughed secretly in her heart.

Speaking of this Senior Sister in the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, was she in her sixties or seventies, yet her personality was no different from a teenage girl.

Ling Shuanghua, who was marching forward with her head held high, suddenly felt a coolness on her arm, and glancing sideways, she saw that the young girl had quietly approached at some unknown time, with a plain and elegant jade hairpin gently resting against her forearm.

Ling Shuanghua was first stunned, then keenly caught a trace of crimson quietly blooming on the young girl's ear tips.

"Oh? The aloof Junior Sister can still feel shy?"

The corners of her lips curved slightly upward, yet she still kept a straight face, raising her eyebrows with feigned indifference:

"What is Junior Sister doing?"

Hearing this, the ears of the cold-natured young girl became even redder, yet she stubbornly remained silent, only pushing the hairpin forward once more.

Ling Shuanghua, who understood her personality, didn't make things difficult for her anymore, gave a soft hum, snatched the hairpin, and immediately began measuring it against her hair, unable to hide the triumph and joy between her brows and eyes.

Looking at the Late Foundation Establishment great cultivator whom she had coaxed in just two or three moves with a mere mortal hairpin, Lin Qingyu didn't know what to feel for a moment.

Tsk ~ Trash-fish Senior Sister.

The appearance of beauties is always able to attract gazes, let alone two of them.

Fortunately, Lin Qingyu had long been accustomed to such scenes, and Ling Shuanghua had always been arrogant, looking down her nose at everyone; apart from those stronger than her or extremely good-looking, she couldn't be bothered to look anyone straight in the eye.

After registering, Lin Qingyu was brought to the spectator seat with the best view by Ling Shuanghua, the deputy captain of the Law Enforcement Team who abused her power for personal gain.

Leaning against the comfortable seat, Lin Qingyu couldn't help sighing inwardly, could this also be considered living off a beauty?

"Here, Junior Sister, that is the brat who traded with Senior Sister."

Hearing Ling Shuanghua's words, Lin Qingyu followed her gaze onto the arena.

It really was Xiao Fanzi.

Watching him send an opponent of the same realm off the arena with a single punch, Ling Shuanghua raised her eyebrows at the young girl.

"What do you think?"

Lin Qingyu replied with three words without changing her expression.

"Still needs practice."

Lin Qingyu currently indeed had the qualifications to say that, after all, she had already far surpassed this Son of Fortune.

"Hey!"

Ling Shuanghua choked, her pretty eyes widening into round circles.

"Then Senior Sister must see just how much Junior Sister has improved in the past half year!"

During the half year Lin Qingyu cultivated within the sect, Ling Shuanghua often sought her out to spar in swordsmanship whenever she had no missions.

She knew the young girl before her was a genius, but she couldn't look down upon so many proud talents within the Sword Sect like that!

Lin Qingyu only wanted to show off before others, so she remained silent; when sparring with Ling Shuanghua, she naturally would conceal a tiny bit of combat power.

"Next match, Lin Qingyu versus Feng Yuan."

Hm?

Hearing this match-up list, Lin Qingyu was somewhat surprised.

The final showdown of the original timeline had actually become the first match of the Late Qi Refining Stage group.

Then she could only say sorry to little brother Feng.

Lin Qingyu glanced at Ling Shuanghua, who was gloating on the side, her figure flickered repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, she landed on the arena.

What she wanted to establish was a proud genius persona, so besides her cultivation and some rather private cultivation techniques, her other talents naturally had to be fully displayed.

After all, Lin Qingyu didn't have masochistic tendencies; she didn't like being taunted to her face by others anytime and anywhere.

Feng Yuan, who had long been waiting in the arena, narrowed his eyes slightly. That speed just now...

And why did the name "Lin Qingyu" sound somewhat familiar?

Lin Bufan under the stage had already exploded.

"Master, Master! It's only been a year! How is she already in the Late Qi Refining Stage?"

"Mhm, it's the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining."

Lin Bufan felt as if the sky had collapsed.

His desire to win was no weaker than anyone else's. This genius girl who had entered the sect with him and had been rumored everywhere after entering the sect had long been regarded by him as a target he must defeat with his own hands.

But why did he feel a sense of powerlessness now?

"Don't panic; this lass must have taken some heaven-defying spiritual object to forcefully elevate her cultivation. Such shortcuts will definitely have future repercussions."

The Ring Old Man spoke in a certain tone, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Moreover, she broke through realms by taking such a shortcut; her combat power will definitely not... Holy crap!"

On the arena at this moment...

"Senior Brother Feng, I'll give you a chance to make a move."

Lin Qingyu's tone was calm, as if the person opposite her was the challenger.

Hearing this, Feng Yuan furrowed his brows slightly. Seeing that the young girl's expression was earnest and not joking, he no longer hesitated.

After all, for him, everything had to be judged by its results.

His right hand slowly pressed onto the hilt of his sword, cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and a sharp Sword Intent burst through the air, heading straight for Lin Qingyu's face.

"Hiss ~"

Sounds of people gasping in cold air rose all around.

"Senior Brother Feng is truly a real man; facing such a delicate and lovely beauty, he actually makes a lethal move right off the bat."

Yet facing such sword momentum, Lin Qingyu merely stood quietly in place, the long sword in her hand not even unsheathed, just gently tapping toward a certain spot of that sword light.

"Clang ~"

Along with an extremely crisp collision sound, Feng Yuan's sword momentum suddenly stagnated, and the entire sword light instantly became disordered.

"Crack ~"

Following closely, amidst the shocked gazes of the entire audience, it shattered inch by inch, finally transforming into a sky full of light rain, slowly annihilating in mid-air.

"Still fighting?"

Looking at the scabbard pressed against his chest at some unknown time, Feng Yuan shook his head slowly, and then looked burningly at the young girl before him.

"Junior Sister... No! Senior Sister, can you teach me how to practice swordsmanship?"

Lin Qingyu: "..."

What a true sword maniac...

The entire audience was in an uproar; no one could understand how Feng Yuan's sword strike had been defeated.

But they knew that the champion of the Late Qi Refining Stage group had already been born after the first match ended.

Lin Qingyu's expression was calm, her fingertips gently brushing the corner of her clothes, as if dusting off an insignificant speck of dust.

She walked calmly straight toward the high platform, as if everything was so taken for granted that it couldn't stir up even a fraction of her emotions.

Having completed the deed, she shook her sleeves and left, deeply concealing her achievements and fame.

Leaving only an unfathomable back profile to all the sword cultivators present.