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Ji Linglong slightly raised her chin, coldly staring at the two.
"I'll tell you this: Qi Xiao is now a disciple of Qingxuan Peak, and you from Qingjing Peak have no right to interfere with our matters."
Song Xiaoling fixed her gaze on Qi Xiao. How could she, as a disciple, remain indifferent when her master was being disrespected?
Qi Xiao gently pushed aside Ji Linglong, who looked at him with some concern but found his expression emotionless. She bit her lip in frustration, nearly wanting to call him a fool.
Song Xiaoling clearly had ill intentions; did Qi Xiao really think he could confront her? He couldn't possibly believe that just because he had made some progress, he could stand against them, could he?
While Qi Xiao was improving, the disciples of Qingjing Peak were not falling behind either. Just days ago, Su Lingyue had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, and Song Xiaoling had been accumulating strength in the mid-Golden Core stage for a long time—she was just a step away from breaking through to the peak. Meanwhile, Qi Xiao had only recently advanced to mid-stage; his foundation was unstable, and against someone like Song Xiaoling, who had been honing her skills for so long, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.
She lowered her voice and said, "Do you really want to get beaten? I won't help you later."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Seeing that Qi Xiao was unwavering in his thoughts, Ji Linglong felt a surge of anger and crossed her arms, turning her head away in frustration.
Qi Xiao's eyes were cold. What did Sister Song want?
A flicker of struggle passed through Song Xiaoling's eyes. "You have disrespected our master; I must reclaim this face on your behalf."
In the past, she had wronged Qi Xiao, but no matter what, she couldn't allow him to speak disrespectfully in public. She would apologize for her own mistakes later; she was willing to bear that burden alone. But today, she had to uphold the dignity of Qingjing Peak!
Seeing Song Xiaoling's resolute response, Qi Xiao let out a cold smile. Did she still think that she could manipulate him as before?
Song Xiaoling drew her sword, its cold light gleaming ominously as hesitation flashed across her face. "If you are willing to admit your mistake today, I can overlook this matter."
Ha! Qi Xiao couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
Song Xiaoling's face instantly darkened like a pot bottom, and Su Lingyue's expression also soured as memories of past events flooded back. Ultimately, she softened her tone. "Qi Xiao, I know you harbor grievances against our master, but those words are not fitting for an inner disciple like you to say. If you have any sense left, you should apologize sooner rather than later."
"If you insist on not admitting your mistake and this reaches our master's ears, I won't even be able to plead for you."
Qi Xiao laughed for quite some time before quieting down; his voice turned icy as his eyes glinted with frost. "Apologize? What have I done wrong? If you're dissatisfied, feel free to take action! But if you're trying to persuade me otherwise, that's absolutely impossible!"
Song Xiaoling's expression turned severe as she raised her sword and lunged at Qi Xiao, stubbornly refusing to back down. Rather than wait for her master to intervene later, she preferred to take action now, hoping that Qi Xiao wouldn't be too severely injured.
However, she did not anticipate that just as she was about to strike, a subtle wave of energy caused her head to spin, and her aim went awry. Qi Xiao effortlessly stepped back, unharmed.
From a distance, it appeared as though Qi Xiao was leisurely strolling through a garden, playfully toying with her.
Frustration welled up within Song Xiaoling, and she couldn't help but unleash some genuine anger. Just moments ago, it had been luck on Qi Xiao's part. Yet, as the battle continued, Song Xiaoling found herself making various mistakes, while Qi Xiao merely shifted slightly to evade her fierce attacks.
Even Su Lingyue, who was watching from the sidelines, noticed something was off. Her expression wavered as she hesitated to speak. Why was her junior sister so erratic today, alternating between fast and slow? Was she intentionally holding back?
Initially worried, Su Lingyue felt a sense of relief upon realizing this. It seemed that her junior sister still had some awareness of the situation; however, the way she was holding back was peculiar. If given the chance, Su Lingyue thought she should teach her how to do it more subtly.
The onlookers shared similar sentiments. Meanwhile, Song Xiaoling was growing increasingly anxious, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Something was wrong—what tricks was Qi Xiao employing? Why did everything feel off at crucial moments? Yet she couldn't pinpoint what exactly was amiss.
Every time she felt close to hitting Qi Xiao, she always fell just short—never too early or too late, just that tiny bit off.
As time passed, realization dawned on Song Xiaoling; her anger boiled over—Qi Xiao was deliberately mocking her! The other party treated her like a donkey being dangled a carrot before its nose—always giving her hope only to pull away just as she reached out.
Qi Xiao truly infuriated her!
Lost in her thoughts, Song Xiaoling suddenly heard a soft click. "Sister Song's techniques are still as unrefined as ever," came Qi Xiao's teasing voice.
In the next moment, two fingers pinched the tip of Song Xiaoling's sword. With a slight flick of her finger, Qi Xiao sent vibrations through the blade.
With a resounding clang, a powerful surge of spiritual energy radiated from the sword and sent the unsuspecting Song Xiaoling flying backward.
With a loud thud, the sword clattered to the ground as Song Xiaoling fell. She hurriedly scrambled to her feet, her face pale and eyes wide in disbelief. Had she just lost?
Qi Xiao actually defeated her!
Wasn't he supposed to be a failure, despised by the Master for his lack of talent? How could she have been beaten by someone like him?
Song Xiaoling couldn't help but clench her fists, a mix of humiliation, resentment, and helplessness swirling in her heart, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Qi Xiao stood not far away, quietly watching her. In their recent battle, he had emerged unscathed, even without breaking a sweat. He simply stood there, contrasting sharply with her disheveled appearance and the dirt on her face.
A wave of inexplicable shame washed over Song Xiaoling. She brushed aside Su Lingyue's supportive hand and stood up silently.
Still filled with indignation, she fixed her gaze on Qi Xiao. What kind of treasure did you use just now?
There was no way Qi Xiao could have surpassed her in such a short time! As for what techniques he had employed, she hadn’t been able to discern them at all. The only explanation was that Qi Xiao had used some kind of treasure, cleverly concealing it from her awareness.
As this thought crossed her mind, the onlookers around them suddenly understood. No wonder the former useless disciple of Qingjing Peak could defeat Song Xiaoling; it turned out he had a treasure!
That explained everything.
In an instant, the crowd's gaze toward Qi Xiao was mixed with disdain and envy. How had he come by such a powerful treasure? Why didn’t they have one?
Su Lingyue also looked at Qi Xiao with a complicated expression. Once her junior sister's words sank in, she realized the truth: Qi Xiao had indeed defeated her junior sister!
Qi Xiao slightly raised his chin. If one is outmatched, they should reflect on their shortcomings rather than make excuses. A treasure? Did she think she deserved one?
He had merely used a bit of spiritual power to interfere, leaving Song Xiaoling floundering in confusion. Why would he need that Ghost Cry Bell?
However, if he ever got the chance to repay the grudge from when Song Xiaoling had injured him along with his flying artifact, he wouldn’t mind letting her experience the effects of the Ghost Cry Bell firsthand.
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