63: Chapter 63 Top Streamer in the Cultivation World? The Frenzy of the Extras' Fan Club

The afternoon sun gradually slanted westward, plating the hard cyan jade floor tiles of the central plaza in Sword King City with a dazzling, pale golden hue.

As the high-level officials and Elders of the various Sects finished their round of probing and polite pleasantries and retreated to their respective viewing stands, the plaza, which had been noisy for half the day, finally enjoyed a moment of tranquility.

But this peace did not last long.

A burst of chirping voices, filled with fanaticism and excitement, surged up from the other side of the plaza without warning.

Gu Yi looked over at the sound and saw a large group of young female Sword Cultivators dressed in colorful skirts breaking through the perimeter security of the plaza, like a surging, colorful tide, heading straight for the Xuantian Sect's viewing stand.

Among this group of female cultivators were pretty female Sword Cultivators wearing the inner Sect attire of the Central Plains Sword Sect, as well as many young ladies from other affiliated Sects and cultivation families.

Their eyes were shining, their cheeks flushed, and they held high all sorts of blank Jade Slips, expensive silk handkerchiefs, and some even held their own personal swords.

"Young Master Gu! Young Master Gu, look over here!"

"Team Leader Gu, that sword strike of yours just now was truly magnificent! Could you leave a spiritual signature on this little one's Jade Slip?"

"Senior Brother Gu, I am a Disciple of the Flying Flower Valley. Our Valley Master would like to invite you to visit the valley…"

These female cultivators, disregarding their usual reserve, surrounded the open space below the Xuantian Sect's viewing stand, making it impenetrable. The pressure of this scene was even more overwhelming than the life-and-death struggle on the arena stage just moments ago.

Several Sword Sect deacons attempting to maintain order were like small, lonely boats in a raging storm before this group of fanatic female cultivators; they were shoved around, unable to get a word in.

Gu Yi looked at this "extra fan club" with stars in their eyes below, and a trace of cold sweat faintly appeared on his forehead.

He had originally only intended to show off his Nascent Soul Stage strength on the arena and trample on the Sword Sect's face.

Who would have thought that these female cultivators in the cultivation world would be no less fanatic than the crazed fans in his past life's memories when it came to chasing stars? Even Gu Yi, who was used to big scenes, felt a headache for a moment.

Before Gu Yi could come up with any excuse to politely decline these fanatic admirers, the two ladies beside him were already unable to sit still.

"Clatter!"

Junior Sister Lin Wanying slammed the half-eaten osmanthus cake in her hand onto the table.

The Junior Sister's eyes, which had originally been curved like crescent moons, were now wide open. She looked at those female cultivators below who looked like they wanted to pounce up and devour Gu Yi, and alarm bells rang in her heart. A sense of crisis, as if her territory had been severely violated, rushed to her head.

Junior Sister Lin Wanying stood up abruptly and rushed a few steps to the white marble railing at the edge of the viewing stand. She put her hands on her slender waist, like a bristling little cat, and shouted angrily at the crowd below:

"Back off! All of you back off! My Senior Brother consumed a lot of true Qi during his sword duel just now and needs to rest quietly! There are no spiritual signatures, none at all!"

As she spoke, Junior Sister Lin Wanying even waved her tender little fists, putting on a fierce expression.

Unfortunately, her face was simply too sweet and cute; this bluffing intimidation, in the eyes of the female cultivators below, not only failed to deter them but instead drew a burst of laughter.

"Little Junior Sister, don't lie to us. Young Master Gu's sword strike just now was so effortless, he doesn't look like he's overexerted at all, does he?"

"That's right, we are just asking for a spiritual imprint, we definitely won't disturb Young Master Gu for too long."

Several bold female Sword Cultivators from the Sword Sect didn't retreat; instead, taking advantage of the deacons being pushed aside, they grabbed the stone railing at the edge of the viewing stand with both hands, looking as if they were about to climb up.

Upon seeing this, Junior Sister Lin Wanying stomped her feet in anger, her little face flushed red. She turned to look at Gu Yi, her watery eyes filled with grievance, as if accusing him of attracting these crazy bees and butterflies everywhere.

Gu Yi rubbed his brow helplessly, just about to stand up and pull this little girl who was about to cry from anger back.

Just at this moment, an ice-cold chill swept out from Gu Yi's side.

Senior Sister Mu Qingxue, who had been sitting quietly in her chair, stood up.

This cold, fairy-like Senior Sister didn't say a word of nonsense. She strode out with her long, straight legs, her white clothes fluttering like an ice and snow goddess untainted by the mortal world, and walked slowly to Junior Sister Lin Wanying's side.

The noisy female cultivators below, the moment they saw Senior Sister Mu Qingxue appear, subconsciously lowered their voices.

They hadn't forgotten that just half an hour ago, it was this stunningly beautiful and cold-looking white-clad female cultivator who had struck down their Sword Sect's Golden Core Stage Genius, Zhao Han, with one sword strike, leaving him in a life-or-death state.

Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's clear eyes slowly swept over the crowd below. There was no emotional fluctuation in her gaze, but it carried a chill capable of freezing a person's Soul.

She watched quietly as those few female cultivators attempted to climb the stone railing, her fair, slender fingers slowly lifting and lightly resting on the hilt of the long sword on her back.

"Zheng——"

A crisp, pleasant, yet infinitely murderous sword hum exploded in everyone's ears.

The long sword on Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's back was slowly drawn out by half.

The sword bone obtained from the Ancient Sword Tomb produced a strong resonance with her destiny Flying Sword at this moment. A pure, icy Sword Intent boomed and spread in all directions, with the Xuantian Sect's viewing stand as the center.

The water vapor in the air condensed rapidly under the influence of this Sword Intent.

A visible layer of frost spread rapidly down along the white marble railing. In the blink of an eye, the cyan jade floor tiles in the area below the viewing stand were covered with a thick layer of white frost.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, as if falling into the dead of winter.

"Those who trespass upon the frost, the sword shall strike without regret."

Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's red lips parted slightly, her ethereal and pure voice echoing clearly in the quieted plaza. Her tone was flat without a ripple, but the determination to protect her own and the unquestionable coldness in her words were clearly conveyed to everyone present.

Feeling the bone-chilling cold and the cold sword light flickering on the half-drawn long sword, those fanatic female cultivators below instantly sobered up.

Chasing stars was important, but this Xuantian Sect female cultivator was a real, hard-core character. That pure, icy Sword Intent was definitely not something they, as ordinary Disciples, could withstand.

"Gulp."

Someone in the crowd swallowed hard. Immediately after, the group of female cultivators, like receding tide water, let go of the stone railing one after another, and with a mixture of awe and reluctance, retreated step by step, obediently exiting the area covered by the frost.

A fanatic riot caused by admiration was thus suppressed by Senior Sister Mu Qingxue with half a long sword.

Gu Yi looked at the backs of the two, one on his left and one on his right, one waving her fist and the other releasing cold air, and felt not the slightest annoyance at being surrounded, but rather an unusually strong warmth welling up in his heart.

He stood up and walked forward with big strides.

Gu Yi first reached out and grasped Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's wrist, which was resting on the sword hilt. As the gentle pure Yang true Qi from his fingertips transferred over, the biting chill around Senior Sister Mu Qingxue instantly dissipated like melting ice.

The long sword emitted a low hum and returned to its sheath.

"Senior Sister's control of Sword Intent is becoming more and more exquisite, handling it with ease without hurting anyone at all." Gu Yi praised gently, and took the opportunity to pull Senior Sister Mu Qingxue back to his side.

Senior Sister Mu Qingxue, held by the wrist by Gu Yi, had a flush of red return to her cold cheeks. She nodded obediently, the image of the icy female sword immortal who had intimidated the entire audience just moments ago long gone, leaving only eyes full of attachment.

After soothing his Senior Sister, Gu Yi turned his head to look at Junior Sister Lin Wanying, who was still pouting on the side.

He reached out both hands, pinched the little Junior Sister's soft cheeks, and pulled them gently to both sides.

"Still angry? Senior Brother is right here, not going anywhere, and no one can take me away. Instead, it's a pity that the osmanthus cake was crushed just now. Do you want Senior Brother to have someone bring you another plate?"

Junior Sister Lin Wanying was pinched by Gu Yi, and mumbled something indistinctly.

Hearing Gu Yi's coaxing, the jealousy in her heart finally dissipated like smoke. She slapped away Gu Yi's mischievous hand, hugged his arm again, raised her chin, and like a victorious little rooster, glanced triumphantly at the extra fan club below who dared not approach.

Behind the viewing stand, Liu Qingwan, who had been sitting and watching the show, raised a cup of spiritual wine to her lips. Watching the backs of these three young people playing, a hint of a smile flashed in her lazy peach-blossom eyes.

This kind of lively and energetic commotion made her, an Elder who had spent years cultivating in the Xuantian Sect, feel a long-lost touch of human warmth.