Chapter 51 Filial Piety Towards the Master

The smell of blood on the martial arts arena had not yet fully dissipated. The pile of ash that had once been Ye Fan's severed arm was scattered in the air by the wind, drifting like some kind of silent mockery.

The commotion all around was hushed. Everyone's gaze still glanced from time to time at the purple sandalwood chair on the high platform. The man in white, as pure as snow, was leaning lazily against the back of the chair, his slender fingers gently toying with a Jade Slip. His expression was relaxed, as if he were not the Devil Head who had just ordered someone to be ground into dust.

Beside him, the green-skirted girl, Qin Yurou, who had just been like an Asura, was now obediently peeling a spirit fruit, carefully feeding it to the man's mouth, with a sweet, ingratiating smile on her face. This scene was eerie yet harmonious.

"Next match, Purple Bamboo Peak's Jiang Wanyin, versus, Qianji Peak's Wang Lei!" As the Elder's slightly trembling voice rang out, it broke the oppressive silence in the arena.

Su Ye tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the woman in the red dress on his left. Second Junior Sister, Jiang Wanyin.

If Qin Yurou was a lotus bud waiting to bloom, then Jiang Wanyin was a red rose blooming in a raging fire. Top-grade Fire Spirit Root, Golden Core Third Heaven.

She was tall and slender, and her fiery red flowing Fairy dress outlined her graceful curves perfectly. The cinnabar mark between her eyebrows added a touch of seductiveness and charm.

"Go," Su Ye said indifferently, swallowing the spirit fruit in his mouth. "Don't embarrass Purple Bamboo Peak."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanyin's beautiful eyes instantly flashed with amazing brilliance. She slowly stood up and bowed gracefully to Su Ye, her voice soft and sweet: "Rest assured, Senior Brother, Wanyin will definitely live up to your high expectations."

With that, she tapped her toes lightly, and her whole body, like a ball of burning fire, instantly swept toward the arena. That flash of red was exceptionally dazzling in the sunlight.

"It's the Second Martial Sister from Purple Bamboo Peak!"

"I heard she was in seclusion a few days ago. I didn't expect her to come out today!"

"This Aura... has she probably broken through to the Golden Core Third Heaven?"

"Hiss—what's going on with this generation of Purple Bamboo Peak? They are getting more monstrous one after another!" The discussions below the stage rose and fell one after another.

On the other side of the arena, a sturdy man carrying a giant sword landed heavily on the stage. "Boom!" The ground shook violently, kicking up a cloud of dust. Qianji Peak, Wang Lei. Golden Core Second Heaven Peak, his physical training was already at Major Achievement, and it was said that his Physical Body could withstand a Low Grade Spiritual Artifact.

Wang Lei looked at the delicate Jiang Wanyin in front of him, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes, but more of it was a surging Battle Intent. The miserable state of Ye Fan just now was still fresh in his mind, so he naturally dared not underestimate anyone from Purple Bamboo Peak. But he didn't believe that every Disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak was as weird as that little girl.

"Junior Sister Jiang." Wang Lei cupped his fists, his voice like a bell, "Although you are a woman, the arena has no eyes. If you get hurt anywhere, don't blame your Senior Brother for not knowing how to cherish the fragrance and pity the jade."

"If you are afraid of pain, it's not too late to admit defeat now." He was testing her, trying to use words to provoke her and find a flaw.

However, Jiang Wanyin just stood there quietly, without even lifting her eyelids. She extended a hand as white as jade, palm up, and lightly hooked her finger. The gesture was extremely contemptuous.

"So much nonsense." Her red lips parted slightly, and the words she spat out were icy cold. "If you want to fight, then fight. If not, get lost. Don't delay me from going back to accompany Senior Brother."

Arrogant! Even more arrogant than Qin Yurou just now! Wang Lei's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Qianji Guidance—Thunder Slash!" Wang Lei roared and backhandedly drew the giant sword from his back. The giant sword was pitch black and weighed a thousand catties, but in his hands, it seemed as light as nothing.

Zzzzt—! Violent lightning instantly wrapped around the sword, emitting a harsh crackling sound. He stomped his feet, and his whole body shot out like an arrow from a string, carrying the momentum of ten thousand tons of thunder, slashing fiercely at Jiang Wanyin!

This sword strike had no frills. It only had pure power and speed. The air seemed to be torn apart by this strike, emitting a shrill whistle.

"Such strong power!" A Disciple below the stage exclaimed.

"I'm afraid even a Golden Core Third Heaven Cultivator wouldn't dare to take this strike head-on, right?"

However, facing this world-destroying strike, Jiang Wanyin smiled. The smile was extremely seductive, yet it exuded a heart-stopping indifference.

"A mere firefly's glow, daring to shine?" She waved her red sleeve. She didn't draw her sword, nor did she summon any Magic Treasure. She just lightly clenched her fair hand in the Void Realm.

"Nine Revolutions Heaven Burning Art—First Revolution."

"Flame Dragon Break!"

Boom—!!! A terrifying high temperature instantly erupted with her as the center. The originally clear sky seemed to be stained with a layer of crimson glow. Seeing the Spiritual Qi surging around Jiang Wanyin, it instantly transformed into a flaming Dragon several feet long!

That was not ordinary fire. That was the pale golden Zhurong Golden Fire! Although it was only a prototype, that domineering Aura that burned everything made everyone present feel a sense of suffocation.

"Roar—!" A loud Dragon roar resounded through the martial arts arena. The flaming Dragon roared out, carrying the momentum of destroying everything, and collided directly with Wang Lei's powerful sword strike.

"What?!" Wang Lei's pupils shrank suddenly. In front of that fire Dragon, he felt like a leaf in a gale, ridiculously small. What kind of fire is this?! Why is even his Spiritual Qi burning?!

"No!!!" Rumble— The two forces collided fiercely. There was no stalemate. It was like a red-hot iron block being poked into snow. The seemingly violent lightning Sword Qi dissolved instantly upon touching the pale golden fire!

Immediately after, a huge shockwave swept across the arena. "Pfft!" Wang Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, and the giant sword in his hand instantly turned bright red, scalding his skin until it cracked. But he had no time to let go. The flaming Dragon, its momentum unabated, slammed heavily into his chest.

"Ah!!!" A shrill scream rang out. Wang Lei flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing out of the arena and dragging a charred trail dozens of meters long on the ground.

Silence. A deathly silence. Even quieter than when Qin Yurou won just now. If Qin Yurou's victory relied on weird movement techniques and ruthless sword skills, then Jiang Wanyin's victory was pure, crushing aesthetics of violence!

One move! Just one move! Wang Lei, at the Peak of Golden Core Second Heaven, couldn't even put up a decent resistance before being instantly killed!

On the arena, the fire dissipated. Jiang Wanyin still stood in place, not even a corner of her red dress disheveled. She casually tidied the hair by her temples, her expression indifferent, as if she had just casually swatted a fly.

"Too weak." She shook her head, not even glancing at the unconscious Wang Lei. She turned around and faced the high platform. The originally cold and arrogant face, the moment she saw that figure in white, immediately melted like ice and snow, blooming with a brilliant smile.

"Senior Brother!" She lifted her chin, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, like a child waiting for praise. "Wanyin won!" "I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

On the high platform, Su Ye watched this scene, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening.

[Ding! host's Second Junior Sister Jiang Wanyin has displayed overwhelming strength, shocking the entire arena!]

[Purple Bamboo Peak's reputation is greatly enhanced!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining villain points: 2000!]

[Detected that Jiang Wanyin's favorability towards the host has increased, current favorability: 95 (devoted)]

Is this the joy of raising? Su Ye felt secretly pleased. Not only can she help him fight, but she can also help him earn villain points. Such a Junior Sister is simply a Treasure Trove.

"Not bad." Su Ye nodded slightly, his voice as gentle as jade. "The timing of this Flame Dragon Break is okay, but..." He paused, his tone containing a bit of guidance. "The starting move was still half a beat slow. If you encounter a real expert, this half-beat would be fatal."

"After going back, come to my room tonight." "Senior Brother will give you some 'guidance' alone."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Wanyin, who had just flown back to the high platform, blushed instantly, like a ripe apple. Night... go to Senior Brother's room... alone... guidance? Her heart beat wildly, and some indescribable images began to appear in her mind.

"Yes... yes! Senior Brother!" Jiang Wanyin lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito, but with undisguised anticipation amidst her shyness. "I'll listen to whatever Senior Brother says..."

Beside them, Qin Yurou, who was peeling grapes for Su Ye, froze. Her little mouth pouted instantly, enough to hang an oil bottle. "Senior Brother is biased!" "I also want Senior Brother's guidance! My movement technique also has flaws!"

On the other side, the Third Junior Sister, Lin Qingzhu, who had been silent, gripped her sword tighter, her knuckles turning white. She bit her lower lip, looking at Su Ye with resentful eyes. "Senior Brother..." "Does Qing Zhu not need guidance?"

Feeling the Shura field atmosphere permeating between the three women beside him, Su Ye was not flustered at all, but instead squinted his eyes in enjoyment. This is what life is. This is the boring and dull daily life of a big villain BOSS.

And high above in the clouds. Inside the main hall of the Primordial Origin Holy Land. Several Peak Revered Masters and Elders were watching this competition at all times through the Profound Light Technique.

"What... what's wrong with the Disciples of Purple Bamboo Peak this year?" An old man with white hair sighed, stroking his beard, his eyes full of shock. "First, Qin Yurou's sword technique was sharp and ruthless." "Now this Jiang Wanyin has even condensed a prototype of the long-lost Zhurong Golden Fire." "What kind of Spirit Pill did Junior Sister Leng feed them?"

Another middle-aged beauty, the Peak Revered Master of Hundred Flowers Peak, also had a complex expression. "I don't think it's necessarily Junior Sister Leng's credit." Her gaze penetrated the Profound Light Technique and fell on the young man in white sitting lazily on the high platform. "This Su Ye..." "A few years ago, he was just a blockhead who only knew how to Cultivate. How come now... he gives people a feeling of being unfathomable?" "Especially those eyes..." "Even through the Profound Light Technique, I feel like I've been seen through."

The Holy Revered Master sitting in the main seat had been resting with his eyes closed. But now he suddenly opened his eyes. In that instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through the hall. "Purple Bamboo Peak..." The Holy Revered Master whispered, his tone meaningful. "It seems that the sky of the Primordial Origin Holy Land is about to change."

...Cold Moon Palace, bedroom. Light gauze curtains, faint fragrance floating. A huge water mirror floated in mid-air, clearly reflecting everything in the martial arts arena. Leng Yueli lay on her side on the cold jade bed, a moon-white gauze dress wrapping her flawless body.

She was not Cultivating at this time. Instead, she was staring infatuatedly at the man in the water mirror who was surrounded by three Junior Sisters. "Bad egg..." Seeing Su Ye openly flirting with Jiang Wanyin, saying such tiger-wolf words as "guidance alone at night." A captivating flush appeared on Leng Yueli's cold and stunning face.

She spat lightly. "Not even sparing his own Junior Sisters..." "Really a... Rebellious Disciple." Although she was scolding him, there was no anger in her beautiful eyes, but rather a trace of... jealousy that even she didn't realize? Yes. A dignified Great Power of the Ninth Heaven of Tribulation Crossing Realm, the cold Fairy of the Primordial Origin Holy Land. At this moment, she was actually jealous of her own Disciple.

"That is this seat's man..." Leng Yueli bit her red lips, her fingers unconsciously twining a strand of black hair in front of her chest. "That girl Wanyin, her figure is indeed getting better and better..." "No." She seemed to have thought of something suddenly and sat up abruptly. A trace of determination flashed in her eyes, which were like autumn water. "Tonight..." "Cannot let this Rebellious Disciple go to Wanyin's place." "This seat's 'Yin Yang Creation Scripture'... has also reached a critical juncture." "Yes, that's it." "It's for Cultivation."

Leng Yueli nodded as if self-hypnotizing, then waved her jade hand. A subtle Divine Thought message crossed through layers of space and went directly into the ears of Su Ye, who was enjoying the company of beauties in the martial arts arena.

...On the martial arts arena. Su Ye was preparing to tease Lin Qingzhu a few more words. Suddenly, a cold voice with a hint of shyness and annoyance came into his ears: "Rebellious Disciple." "After the competition ends, roll back to Cold Moon Palace immediately." "Revered Master... is feeling a bit unwell, and needs you to... do that." "If you dare to go mess around elsewhere..." "Hmph!" This voice was none other than his Revered Master, Leng Yueli.

Su Ye raised his eyebrows slightly. Unwell? Ghosting? A Great Power of the Tribulation Crossing Realm would be unwell? It's clearly... missing a man. Moreover, listening to this tone, it seems to carry a sour taste? The arc of Su Ye's mouth rose even higher, carrying a trace of evil, roguish air. He silently made a mouth shape at the Void Realm: "As you command, Revered Master, baby."

In Cold Moon Palace. Leng Yueli, who saw this scene through the water mirror, was struck by lightning, her cheeks instantly turning so red they were about to bleed. Revered Master... baby?! This Rebellious Disciple! In public, although it was only a mouth shape, it was too... too shameful! She grabbed a pillow and smashed it fiercely at the water mirror, shattering the handsome face she loved and hated into ripples. "When you come back..." "See if this seat doesn't... doesn't bite you to death!"

...The competition in the martial arts arena continued. But with the two stunning battles of Qin Yurou and Jiang Wanyin as pearls before them, the subsequent matches seemed a bit dull. The strong rise of Purple Bamboo Peak had already become an established fact. No one dared to underestimate them anymore.

"That's about it." Su Ye looked at the sky; the sun was already setting. He had shown off enough for today. The Son of Luck was also ruined. He had earned quite a lot of villain points. It was time to go back and harvest the sweetest fruit. He slowly stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his hem. "Let's go." "Back to the Peak."

Hearing this, the three women immediately stood up obediently. "Yes, Senior Brother!" The four of them, amidst the awe, envy, and jealousy of the crowd, stepped onto their Flying Swords, turned into four streams of light, soared into the sky, and headed straight for the mist-shrouded Purple Bamboo Peak. Leaving behind the still-boiling martial arts arena and that legend about the "First Peak of Taichu".

...On the Flying Sword. The strong wind whistled, but it couldn't blow away the heat in Su Ye's heart. He glanced at the Second Junior Sister, Jiang Wanyin, who was blushing in front of him and seemed to be still fantasizing about the "guidance" at night. He looked again at the little Junior Sister, Qin Yurou, who was clinging tightly to him behind him, looking satisfied. Finally, his gaze looked toward the direction of the towering, lonely, and cold Cold Moon Palace. There, a high-and-mighty Revered Master was waiting for him to "offend his superior".

"Tsk." Su Ye rubbed his chin. "Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night." "System." "Exchange for one 'Blissful Joy Pill', the Saint-grade kind."

[Ding! host is truly a pervert...]

[Exchange successful! Consumed 1000 villain points.]

"Less nonsense." Su Ye put the Medicinal Pill into his sleeve, his eyes flashing with the light of a hungry wolf. "Since Revered Master said she is unwell." "Then as a filial Disciple, naturally I must 'treat the illness' for Revered Master properly."