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A brilliant streak of green light suddenly shot up into the sky.
In the next instant, boom! Fang Chao's body was flung high before crashing violently to the ground.
The clash echoed with two crisp metallic rings....
Ding! Ding!
The immortal sword in his hand shattered into several jagged pieces, scattering across the arena floor.
Standing nearby, Zeng Shushu let out a theatrical sigh and shook his head.
"She's beautiful, but far too cold-hearted. I guess I'll never be the lucky one to win her favor."
Zhang Xiaofan chuckled, his eyes never leaving the stage.
"That's because you haven't made an impression on her.
Xueqi may seem icy to outsiders, but to someone who earns her trust, she can be incredibly gentle."
He glanced sideways at his friend.
"Honestly, would you prefer your future wife to be sweet and warm to everyone?"
Zeng Shushu's eyes lit up in sudden realization.
"You're right! No wonder the colder a woman is, the more men seem drawn to her."
He tapped his folding fan against his chin, musing aloud.
"Still, I wonder who will be the one to finally win Senior Sister Lu Xueqi's heart?"
With a confident grin, Zhang Xiaofan straightened his back, clapped Zeng Shushu on the shoulder, and said,
"Don't bother guessing. She's already my future wife, and no one's going to take her from me."
Zeng Shushu rolled his eyes in disbelief.
"First you claim you'll win the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, and now you're telling me the most beautiful and talented woman in Qingyun Sect is yours? Your face must be thicker than the city wall!"
"This isn't arrogance...it's confidence," Zhang Xiaofan replied with a sly smirk.
"Mark my words. I will take first place, and one day, Lu Xueqi will stand by my side. When that day comes, you're invited to the wedding feast."
Zeng Shushu slapped his forehead with the fan and gave him a look usually reserved for lunatics.
"Ah, I've heard that some people go insane after demonic possession.
Seems you recovered your body, but your brainā¦ not so much. Still...." he straightened up, folding his fan with a snap, "....I'm not the sort to abandon a friend just because he's lost a few screws."
"Go away, who's lost screws?" Zhang Xiaofan laughed, giving him a light kick.
"You should spend less time reading those ridiculous novels and more time cultivating. Otherwise, when your father's in danger, you'll just stand there helpless while heā¦"
He trailed off as he caught the shadow that crossed Zeng Shushu's face.
Zhang Xiaofan's tone softened.
"I mean it.
The Demon Cult is stirring again. If we want to protect our families, our friends, ourselves....we have to grow stronger."
Zeng Shushu was quiet for a moment, the teasing gone from his expression. Finally, he bowed deeply.
"I, Zeng Shushu, will be your friend from this day on. Butā¦" he gave a sheepish grin, "I'm far too used to leisure and pleasure.
Sitting still in meditation every day? That's going to be torture."
Then, his attention shifted to another arena. "By the way, Lu Xueqi's match is over.
I'm going to watch our junior from Chaoyang Peak next."
With that, he jogged off, leaving Zhang Xiaofan to gaze at the woman on stage.
Lu Xueqi truly was extraordinary. Barely ten years into her cultivation, she had already reached the eighth level of the Jade Purity Realm. an achievement most could only dream of.
If Zhang Xiaofan's guess was right, she'd likely broken through to the ninth level by now, especially after mastering the Great Brahma Prajna, a technique he had personally passed to her.
Combined with the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao, her progress would only accelerate.
In the original path of fate, Zhang Xiaofan's talent would never have compared to hers. But now...blessed with ten times his former potential, trained in both Buddhist and Daoist arts....he was already treading a path even brighter than hers.
All that remained was to obtain the Heavenly Book. Then his rise would be unstoppable.
On the stage, Lu Xueqi bowed respectfully to Master Shuiyue before turning to meet Zhang Xiaofan's gaze. A faint, rare smile curved her lips.
"Thank you for your help two years ago. My cultivation has advanced greatly. To repay you, I will fight you with all my strength."
Zhang Xiaofan's lips quirked. "I welcome the challengeā¦ but I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat me."
Her smile deepened, a spark of competitive fire in her eyes.
Two years ago, the Sect Master had claimed Zhang Xiaofan's mind was clouded with demonic influence and that she was the only one who could treat him.
Now, hearing his tone, she was convinced that was a lie.
No...this was a man of remarkable talent, likely taught in secret by the Sect Master himself. The thought sent a subtle pressure down her spine, but she raised her chin.
"Don't worry. I have mastered the Divine Sword Lightning Control Technique. I won't disappoint you."
"Good." He nodded.
Meanwhile, Master Cangsong's face was dark as storm clouds.
Watching his disciple Fang Chao lying on the ground, magic sword broken, he turned on Master Shuiyue with thinly veiled anger.
"What kind of disciple are you teaching? Victory is one thing, but destroying a fellow disciple's magic sword
Shuiyue's expression didn't waver. "You've cultivated for over a hundred years, yet your disciple can't even withstand my Xueqi, who's been training for only a few. Tell me....should you blame me, or your own lack of skill?"
"You..!" Cangsong's voice rose. "We are all of the Qingyun Sect.
To cripple another's weapon so ruthlessly.....what's the difference between that and the cruelty of the Demon Sect?"
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