Chapter 161 Master's Date with Senior Brother

Su Ye's movements paused, and he looked up at the lonely and beautiful figure ahead, a wicked arc involuntarily curling at the corners of his mouth.

He responded in kind with a Divine Sense transmission: "Is Revered Master jealous? Rest assured, your Disciple's heart and body have long been drained dry by Revered Master's supreme secret technique. How could there be room for anyone else?"

"You... lewd! Shameless!"

Leng Yueli trembled all over, shamed by his explicit words, and her cold and aloof persona nearly collapsed entirely.

"Ahem!"

To prevent his Revered Master from truly turning shame into anger, Su Ye gave a dry cough and inconspicuously extracted himself from the pincer attack of his two Junior Sisters.

"Alright, a great enemy is before us, and the Taichu Great Hall is almost here. Everyone, be serious. Don't let the other Peaks make a laughingstock of our Purple Bamboo Peak!"

Hearing their Eldest Senior Brother speak, although the three women were somewhat reluctant, they obediently restrained their auras and stood properly behind Su Ye.

However, their clashing gazes still struck intense sparks in mid-air.

...

Before long, the main Peak of the Primordial Origin Holy Land and the ten-thousand-foot white jade square in front of the Taichu Great Hall came into view.

At this moment, the square was already a sea of people, with banners blotting out the sun.

The seven main Peaks of the Primordial Origin Holy Land, along with tens of thousands of Disciples from the outer and inner Sects, had all gathered here.

In the center of the square, nine massive arenas crafted from ten-thousand-year-old basalt floated in mid-air, emitting ancient and weathered Formation fluctuations.

"Look! It's the Purple Bamboo Peak's purple jade spirit boat!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, and tens of thousands of gazes on the square instantly converged on the purple spirit boat that had emerged through the clouds in mid-air.

On the high platform sat several Peak Revered Masters and Elders with unfathomable auras.

Elder Liehuo, the Peak Revered Master of Pill Cauldron Peak, stroked his crimson beard, a flash of astonishment in his eyes: "The young man standing behind Peak Master Leng must be Su Ye, right? This aura..."

"Hiss—it really is the Nascent Soul Stage!"

Elder Wan Jianyi of Hidden Sword Peak stood up abruptly and sucked in a breath of cold air. "A twenty-two-year-old Nascent Soul Stage Great Power! Such Aptitude is rare even in the entire Eastern Wasteland!"

"Has Purple Bamboo Peak, after being silent for so many years, finally produced a true dragon?" Xuan Suanzi of Heavenly Secret Peak pinched his Bagua plate, his expression complex.

As the spirit boat slowly descended, Leng Yueli led Su Ye and the other four, landing steadily in the exclusive seats for Purple Bamboo Peak like exiled immortals descending to the world.

Su Ye wore a moon-white long robe, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. The Nascent Soul Stage pressure he inadvertently leaked made many Disciples from other Peaks feel a sense of suffocation.

"Hmph! A Nascent Soul forced up by being a kept man and popping pills—how dare you show off here?"

Just then, an extremely piercing cold snort came from not far away.

In the seating area of Taiqing Peak, Elder Li Daoran of Taiqing Peak was staring over with a gloomy Face, leading a group of Disciples.

Beside Li Daoran stood a young man wearing a golden-thread python robe.

The youth had an arrogant Face and sinister eyes, holding a long spear that emitted terrifying fluctuations—it was actually an Earth Rank Supreme Grade spiritual artifact!

This person was the head disciple of Taiqing Peak, Zhao Wuji!

"What? Scared witless by my Revered Master's pressure, and now you can only rely on your mouth to act tough?" Su Ye didn't even look at them, simply playing with the jade thumb ring on his hand, his tone lazy.

"Su Ye! Don't you dare be so arrogant!"

Zhao Wuji took a sudden step forward, his spear pointing directly at Su Ye. The violent spiritual power of a half-step Nascent Soul instantly erupted, even showing faint signs of breaking through to Nascent Soul!

"You killed my Taiqing Peak Disciples in the Azure Dragon Ancient Tomb. Today, on this arena, I will use your head to pay back this blood debt!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding Disciples from other Peaks were in an uproar.

No one expected that before the Seven Peaks Martial Competition had even officially begun, Taiqing Peak and Purple Bamboo Peak would already be at such daggers drawn.

"Want to touch my Eldest Senior Brother? Ask the whip in my hand if it agrees first!"

Jiang Wanyin was furious, her Top-grade Fire Spirit Root erupting. The crimson flame whip in her hand coiled around her like a fire dragon, and the pressure of the third level of the Golden Core Stage was released without reservation.

"Why waste words with him? Anyone who dares insult Eldest Senior Brother must die!"

Lin Qingzhu's Face was frosty as the bronze immortal sword let out a high-pitched sword hum. Her sharp, icy Sword Intent instantly locked onto Zhao Wuji's throat, looking as if she would draw her sword to kill at the slightest disagreement.

Qin Yurou directly summoned that pitch-black Medicine Cauldron, blocking Su Ye's path as she cursed indignantly, "Where did this wild dog come from, barking around here! Believe it or not, this lady will refine you into a Medicinal Pill to feed the pigs!"

Seeing the three stunningly beautiful girls stand up for Su Ye, a flash of deep jealousy and madness crossed Zhao Wuji's eyes.

On what basis?!

On what basis could Su Ye, a waste who only knew how to hide behind women, possess such luck with women and such status?!

"Alright, step back."

Su Ye gently patted the fragrant shoulders of his three Junior Sisters and pulled them behind him.

He stepped forward slowly, his pitch-black eyes looking at Zhao Wuji as if looking at a dead man.

"Want to kill me? Fine." A bloodthirsty arc curled at the corner of Su Ye's mouth. "I'm just afraid that your teeth as a dog of Taiqing Peak aren't hard enough."

"You're looking for death!" Zhao Wuji was so angry his eyes were nearly splitting, and he was about to lash out.

"Silence!"

Just then, a majestic voice like a great bell exploded over the entire Taichu Great Hall.

The Holy Lord of Primordial Origin Holy Land, the supreme Half-Saint Realm power Mysterious Mechanism Master, appeared out of thin air on the highest throne.

The tens of thousands of Disciples in the audience instantly fell silent and bowed in unison: "Greetings, Holy Lord!"

Mysterious Mechanism Master's gaze was like a torch as it swept across the field, finally lingering on Su Ye for a moment, a flash of admiration appearing in the depths of his eyes.

"The triennial Seven Peaks Martial Competition aims to exchange insights on Dao techniques and select the Sect's elites."

Mysterious Mechanism Master's voice was vast. "The rules of the competition remain the same: opponents are decided by drawing lots. If there is an irreconcilable blood feud, one may also actively initiate a life-and-death challenge. Once on the Life-and-Death Stage, life and death are up to fate, and the Elders of each Peak must not interfere!"

"Now, let the competition begin!"

As soon as Mysterious Mechanism Master finished speaking, Zhao Wuji charged directly onto the largest Life-and-Death Stage in the center like a cannonball.

"Su Ye! Get up here and Face your death!"

Zhao Wuji's spear slammed heavily onto the basalt, producing a deafening roar, the tip pointing straight at the Purple Bamboo Peak seats.

"A life-and-death battle! I, Zhao Wuji, challenge the head disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak, Su Ye. Not only to determine superiority but also to decide life and death!"

The entire venue instantly boiled over!

The very first match was a life-and-death battle, and it was Taiqing Peak against Purple Bamboo Peak—this was definitely the most explosive opening in the history of the competitions!

Li Daoran sat in his seat, took a sip from his teacup, and a sinister, cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Last night, he had already spent a great price to forcibly raise Zhao Wuji's cultivation to the true first level of the Nascent Soul Stage using a secret method!

Combined with that Earth Rank Supreme Grade spear and Taiqing Peak's Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique, killing a Su Ye who had just broken through and whose Foundation was unstable would be as easy as turning over a hand!

"Eldest Senior Brother..." Seeing this, the three Junior Sisters all looked at Su Ye with concern.

Although they knew their Eldest Senior Brother had broken through, a life-and-death battle was no small matter.

Leng Yueli, sitting in the lead position, also furrowed her delicate brows, her jade hand subconsciously tightening around the armrest of her chair.

She naturally knew how strong Su Ye was. After the two of them practiced Dual Cultivation, Su Ye's Nascent Soul was even more stable than refined steel.

But she simply couldn't stand her man suffering even the slightest grievance. For a moment, she even wanted to directly cleave that clamoring Zhao Wuji into ashes with a single sword strike.

"Revered Master, do not worry. I will be right back."

Su Ye felt Leng Yueli's tension and looked back, giving her a reassuring look.

The exchange of ambiguous glances that only the two of them could understand caused the killing intent in Leng Yueli's heart to instantly turn into a pool of spring water, her earlobes heating up slightly.

"Whoosh—"

Su Ye's figure blurred. Without even activating his spiritual power, he simply crossed the distance of several hundred feet out of thin air and landed lightly on the Life-and-Death Stage.

This precise control over spatial power caused the pupils of the great powers on the high platform, like Mysterious Mechanism Master, to shrink.

"Su Ye, today I will skin you alive and pull out your tendons to let you know the consequences of offending my Taiqing Peak!"

Zhao Wuji roared wildly, no longer hiding his cultivation.

Boom!

A violent pressure truly belonging to the first level of the Nascent Soul Stage soared into the sky!

"Heavens! Zhao Wuji has actually broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage as well!"

"Taiqing Peak hid it so deeply! Purple Bamboo Peak is in trouble now!"

The Disciples below the stage exclaimed one after another, and the Faces of Jiang Wanyin and the others also instantly turned pale.

"Taiqing Heavenly Thunder Art! Die!"

Zhao Wuji didn't give Su Ye any chance to react, opening with Taiqing Peak's Sect-protecting ultimate skill, a Heaven Rank Low Grade technique!

The long spear in his hand transformed into a terrifying thunder dragon as thick as a water bucket. Mixed with world-destroying thunder power, it roared and tore toward Su Ye!

This strike was something that even a fellow Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator would absolutely not dare to take head-on!

The smile on Li Daoran's Face grew even brighter. He seemed to already see the miserable sight of Su Ye being torn to pieces by the thunder dragon.

However, facing this world-destroying strike, Su Ye didn't even blink.

He stood quietly in place with his hands behind his back, as if watching a performing monkey.

"Is this all the Foundation of Taiqing Peak amounts to?"

Su Ye let out a soft sigh, his tone full of disappointment.

"Taichu Purple Qi Art, activate."

Along with Su Ye's low whisper, a pressure ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than Zhao Wuji's, erupted from his body like an ancient true dragon awakening after an eternity of sleep!

The purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand miles!

The clouds above the entire Taichu Great Hall were instantly dyed a noble purple-gold color!

Su Ye slowly raised his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together, and pointed casually at the roaring thunder dragon.

"Break."

As the word was spoken, the law followed!

A droplet-sized purple-gold divine light shot out from his fingertip.

There was no world-shaking explosion, nor any gorgeous clash of Moves.

The moment that purple-gold divine light made contact with the thunder dragon, that seemingly terrifying thunder power dissolved instantly like snow meeting a scorching sun!

"What?!"

The ferocity on Zhao Wuji's Face froze instantly, and unprecedented fear surged in his eyes.

"This is impossible! I'm also at the Nascent Soul Stage! How could I possibly lose!"

But he no longer had the chance to clamor.

After shattering the thunder dragon, that purple-gold divine light continued unabated like an indestructible divine sword, instantly piercing through Zhao Wuji's Protective Aura!

"Bang!"

The Earth Rank Supreme Grade spear in Zhao Wuji's hand shattered inch by inch, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

Immediately after, the purple qi transformed into a giant palm and slapped Zhao Wuji hard across the Face!

"Slap—!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the entire square.

Zhao Wuji was sent flying like a tattered sack, coughing up a large mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth as he hurtled backward like a kite with a broken string.

He flew for hundreds of meters before slamming hard into the defensive Formation at the edge of the arena, his fate unknown!

An instant kill!

A complete and utter instant kill!

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence!

Tens of thousands of Disciples, including the Elders and Peak Revered Masters on the high platform, stared slack-jawed at the moon-white figure standing with his hands behind his back on the arena, their minds completely blank.

Both being at the Nascent Soul Stage, Su Ye actually used just one finger to cripple Zhao Wuji?!

What terrifying combat power!

"Wuji!!!"

Li Daoran was the first to react. His eyes turned blood-red as he rushed toward the arena recklessly. "Little beast! You dare to cripple the head disciple of my Taiqing Peak! I want you dead!"

His cultivation at the Peak of the Spirit Severing Realm erupted. Li Daoran transformed into a blood-colored giant claw that blotted out the sun, completely ignoring the rules of the Life-and-Death Arena as he clawed down at Su Ye's head!

"You old dog, how dare you!"

At this critical moment, a female voice, extremely cold and filled with endless killing intent, rang out between heaven and earth.

"Qiang—!"

The Taichu Dao Bell boomed!

A supreme sword light that connected heaven and earth traversed through space, instantly slashing that blood-colored giant claw into nothingness with overwhelming force!

Leng Yueli had stood up at some unknown point, her fair hand gripping an immortal sword that radiated a bone-chilling cold, her stunning Face covered in a layer of terrifying frost.

The terrifying pressure of the Ninth Heaven of Tribulation Crossing Realm weighed down on Li Daoran like a hundred thousand mountains, instantly forcing him to fall from mid-air and kneel heavily at the edge of the arena, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood!

"Li Daoran, on the Life-and-Death Arena, fate is decided by life and death."

Leng Yueli looked down at him from above, her voice devoid of any emotion. "If you wish to die, this Seat will grant your wish right now!"

No one could have imagined that Leng Yueli, the aloof Ice Lotus who usually stood high above, would actually attempt to kill a fellow Elder without hesitation for Su Ye's sake!

Her overbearing and protective stance left everyone in the audience as silent as cicadas in winter.

(How dare you touch my man? Even if it were the Heavenly King himself, I would cut him down with a single sword strike!) Killing intent surged in Leng Yueli's heart as her gaze locked onto Li Daoran.

Looking at his Revered Master's domineering display of protecting her man, a wave of warmth filled Su Ye's heart.

He lazily walked over to Zhao Wuji, who was slumped on the ground like a dead dog, stepped on his cheek, and scanned the Taiqing Peak seating area with a defiant gaze.

"Next, who's coming to their death?"

"Next, who's coming to their death?"

Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but carried by spiritual energy, it echoed over the Taichu Great Hall like a clap of thunder from the Nine Heavens.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

In the Taiqing Peak seating area, hundreds of Disciples looked at each other, none daring to meet his gaze, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Was this a joke? Even their Eldest Senior Brother Zhao Wuji, who had broken through to the First Heaven of the Nascent Soul Stage and held an Earth Rank Supreme Grade spiritual artifact, had been insta-killed by a single finger!

For misfits like them, who hadn't even reached Perfection in the Golden Core Stage, going up there would be nothing but seeking death.

"Brat! You are too arrogant!"

Li Daoran, pinned to the ground by Leng Yueli's pressure, had disheveled hair and eyes that seemed ready to burst, looking like a maddened old dog.

As an influential Elder of Taiqing Peak and an expert at the Peak of the Spirit Severing Realm, not only was his Disciple crippled today, but he himself was publicly forced to kneel and vomit blood. How could he ever hold his head high in the Primordial Origin Holy Land again?

"Leng Yueli! You condone your Disciple's violence and even dare to strike at me with lethal intent! Do you have no respect for the Sect rules anymore? Do you have no respect for the Holy Lord?!"

Li Daoran, acting as if he were possessed, roared toward the high platform.

"Sect rules?"

A layer of eternal frost covered Leng Yueli's stunning Face. She gave a cold laugh, and the immortal sword in her hand erupted with a piercingly cold light.

"On the Life-and-Death Arena, fate is left to the heavens! Your Disciple's skills were inferior, yet you, an old dog, disregarded your status to intervene. This Seat slaying you is simply clearing the Sect of trash on behalf of the Holy Land!"

Before her voice finished, the pressure of the Ninth Heaven of Tribulation Crossing Realm from Leng Yueli's body surged again. In that instant, it felt as if the entire world had turned upside down.

Sword Qi swept across thirty thousand miles, heading straight for the space between Li Daoran's eyebrows!

"Peak Master Leng, wait a moment."

At this critical moment, a gentle yet unquestionable voice descended from the Nine Heavens.

The Holy Lord, Mysterious Mechanism Master, who was in the Half-Saint Realm, finally made his Move.

He casualy waved his hand, and a gentle clear light descended, dissolving Leng Yueli's world-destroying Sword Qi into nothingness like a spring breeze turning into rain.

"Holy Lord!" Li Daoran cried out as if grabbing a life-saving straw, crawling and rolling as he wailed, "Please, Holy Lord, uphold justice for this old man!"

Mysterious Mechanism Master ignored him and instead looked deeply at Leng Yueli. "Junior Sister Leng, you've vented your anger and taught him a lesson. Since you are members of the same Sect, do not be so heartless as to kill him."

Leng Yueli gave a cold snort, her slender wrist turning slightly as she sheathed her immortal sword.

"Today, for the sake of the Holy Lord's Face, I shall spare your dog life. If you ever dare to act against the Disciples of my Purple Bamboo Peak again, this Seat will surely go to Taiqing Peak and flatten your lineage!"

Domineering! An unreasonable level of dominance!

The tens of thousands of Disciples in the audience all gasped, and the way they looked at the Purple Bamboo Peak seating area completely changed.

With such an extremely protective Revered Master who possessed such terrifying strength, who would dare to provoke Su Ye?

Not to mention, Su Ye's own strength had already reached a level that struck terror into people's hearts!

"Take your 'good' Disciple and get lost."

Su Ye didn't bother to spare Li Daoran another glance. He raised his foot and kicked the unconscious Zhao Wuji off the arena like a piece of trash.

"In the first life-and-death battle, Su Ye of Purple Bamboo Peak is the winner!"

The Deacon Elder swallowed hard and hurriedly announced the result in a loud voice.

Su Ye brushed off the non-existent dust from his moon-white robe and, with a flash of his body, returned elegantly to the Purple Bamboo Peak seating area like a fallen immortal.

As soon as he landed, three waves of fragrant wind rushed toward him.

"Eldest Senior Brother! You were so cool just now! That finger strike pierced right into Wanyin's heart!"

Jiang Wanyin was the first to pounce on him. Her explosive figure, granted by her Top-grade Fire Spirit Root, crashed into Su Ye's arms without any hesitation.

Her fox-like eyes gazed watery at Su Ye, her jade arms tightly hugging his neck, while her soft chest pressed firmly against Su Ye's chest.

"Second Martial Sister, have you no shame! Eldest Senior Brother just went through a fierce battle; doing this will cause his spiritual energy to become unstable!"

Lin Qingzhu's pretty Face turned pale with anger as she grabbed Jiang Wanyin's wrist and forcibly pulled her halfway off.

Afterward, she naturally leaned against Su Ye's side and pulled out a fragrant Celestial Silkworm silk handkerchief from her storage ring.

"Eldest Senior Brother, are you tired? Qing Zhu will wipe your sweat for you."

Lin Qingzhu's voice was soft, a world away from her earlier ice-cold demeanor when she drew her sword to kill. The lingering love in her eyes was practically overflowing.

"Oh, Move aside, all of you! What Eldest Senior Brother needs now is to replenish his strength!"

Qin Yurou squeezed in like a little hen protecting its food, shoving a piece of "Seven-Colored Hundred-Fruit Cake" right to Su Ye's lips.

"Eldest Senior Brother, open wide, ah—Yuruo specially added 'Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Essence' to this; others couldn't get it even if they begged!"

Seeing the three stunning Junior Sisters fighting and being jealous over him, the male Disciples from other Peaks nearby were so envious that their eyes looked ready to bleed.

"Oh heavens! Oh earth! Why does Su Ye get all the good things!"

"If I could win the favor of just one of those fairies, I'd be willing to live five hundred years less!"

On the high platform, Leng Yueli sat in the main seat, expressionlessly watching the "harmonious" scene of her Disciples below.

On the surface, she was the cold and aloof Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, a Great Power at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage who was untainted by the mortal world.

But in reality, her fair hand, hidden within her wide sleeves, had already squeezed five deep finger marks into the thousand-year red sandalwood armrest of her chair!

(This Rebellious Disciple! Rebellious Disciple!!)

(He was so impressive on the stage just now, but as soon as he steps down, he's completely dazed by these three little girls, isn't he?!)

Leng Yueli felt as if her heart had fallen into a vat of vinegar, bubbling with sourness.

She wished she could rush down right now, throw those three arrogant little girls back to Purple Bamboo Peak, and then lock Su Ye alone in her Immortal Cave, letting no one else see him!

"Buzz—"

In Su Ye's mind, Leng Yueli's Divine Sense transmission rang out again, her voice sounding as if she were gritting her teeth.

"Yeer, you're enjoying yourself, aren't you? Surrounded by three beauties, have you forgotten who your Revered Master is?"

Although Leng Yueli's voice was cold, if one listened closely, it carried a thick sense of resentment and the coquettish air of a young woman.

Su Ye chuckled inwardly. While dealing with the "sugar-coated bullets" of his three Junior Sisters, he sent back a thread of Divine Sense.

"Revered Master's jealousy is quite strong. How can they compare to you? Revered Master's Ninth Heaven cultivation really opened my eyes on the bed last night."

"You... you shut up!"

The tips of Leng Yueli's ears instantly turned beet-red, as if they were bleeding.

She looked around in a panic, terrified that the other Peak Revered Masters might notice something was amiss.

"You shameless scoundrel! If you dare to touch them again, tonight... tonight you can sleep in the Myriad Sword Pool on the back mountain!"

A wicked smile tugged at the corner of Su Ye's mouth; he knew his Revered Master all too well.

Cold as ice on the outside, but on the inside, she was a little woman who was extremely insecure and easily embarrassed.

Since she had already been completely consumed by him, she could forget about escaping his grasp for the rest of her life.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around."

Su Ye took the opportunity to push his three Junior Sisters away and straightened his expression. "The competition is still ongoing, and the Elders of the other Peaks are watching. Mind the image of Purple Bamboo Peak."

Hearing their Eldest Senior Brother speak, the three women finally let go reluctantly, but the clashing glares they exchanged never stopped for a moment.