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Upon hearing this, Song Xiaoling's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Unable to contain herself under the gaze of the crowd, she exclaimed, "Do you think I can't see through this? You must have used some kind of treasure to defeat me!"
Su Lingyue looked at her, and Song Xiaoling forced herself to suppress the anger rising in her chest. She said, "You can pretend this never happened, but your methods won't escape the eyes of the Sect Master and the Elders. Someone will surely see through your true strength."
She was furious for seeking a confrontation only to be defeated; it was an unprecedented humiliation. Despite the special circumstances, a loss was still a loss. Song Xiaoling truly did not want to linger there any longer. She grabbed Su Lingyue and urged her to leave together.
Hearing this, the onlookers couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"I told you, how could a discarded disciple possibly be stronger than Senior Sister Song? She must have used some kind of treasure! During their duel, he secretly used a treasure—how shameless!"
"Hmph, he can only cheat here. When it comes to the grand competition with so many eyes watching, he won't be able to use it. Let's see how he manages then!"
"Tsk tsk, losing is one thing, but now he's making himself look foolish on purpose? Sigh, cleverness can backfire; why bother?"
Their murmurs reached the ears of both Song Xiaoling and Su Lingyue.
Ji Linglong stood with her hands on her hips, unable to contain her anger.
"What do they know? This is about spiritual power!"
A bunch of ignorant fools!
Was Song Xiaoling some kind of deity?
Is it surprising that she lost to someone like Qi Xiao who could wield spiritual power at the Golden Core stage?
But she couldn't voice these thoughts aloud. The spiritual power was Qi Xiao's trump card; she wasn't foolish enough to reveal it publicly.
Hmph, some people are just blind and foolish. If you think Qi Xiao won by cheating, then just wait for the grand competition and see how he knocks you all down one by one!
Qi Xiao quietly watched as Song Xiaoling and Su Lingyue walked away, then spoke calmly, "If you are inferior in skill, then you are simply inferior. If you are not satisfied, we can fight again during the grand competition; I will make sure you are convinced."
Song Xiaoling, who had already walked far away, couldn't help but react upon hearing this.
She had merely exposed his trickery without continuing the fight; she had already given him face.
Yet Qi Xiao was still so ungrateful as to provoke her—it was truly reckless!
With cold eyes, she thought, "In that case, I hope you don't lose too early."
Seeing that the flames of conflict were about to reignite between them, Su Lingyue felt worried and pulled Song Xiaoling away.
Once they left Qingyuan Peak, Song Xiaoling still couldn't help but complain.
"That damned Qi Xiao! I just wanted to teach him a lesson in front of our Master and let this matter pass."
However, he was so reckless and dared to cheat; whatever happened next was his own fault!
Hearing the words "his own fault," Su Lingyue couldn't help but frown.
"Don't say it like that. Xiao Liu has grievances in his heart. It's not easy for him to find an opportunity to embarrass us," she said softly.
In the end, Su Lingyue sighed deeply, feeling a bit lost. As for their Master, it might not be easy to explain.
Not long after the two had settled at Qingjing Peak, they received a paper crane with a message.
Their Master summoned them urgently.
The two had been mentally prepared and knelt down in front of the Han Yue Hall, unable to rise.
"It is all the disciples' fault; we ask Master to punish us."
Seeing them speak in unison, the True Man of Han Ying couldn't help but sneer.
"You two are quite obedient."
"Xiao Ling, tell me, how long have you been cultivating under my guidance?"
Song Xiaoling trembled slightly and answered in a low voice, "Reporting to Master, I have been cultivating for eleven years and six months."
The True Man of Han Ying's eyes turned cold, his voice icy. "And how long has Qi Xiao been cultivating under me?"
Song Xiaoling lowered her head even further. "I am not sure about that, but Qi Xiao joined at six years old. Roughly calculated, she should have been under Master’s guidance for nine years."
A teacup shattered before Song Xiaoling, splintering into pieces with debris flying everywhere.
"Then let me ask you, you have cultivated for more than two years longer than Qi Xiao; why did you lose?"
"That Qi Xiao used trickery; she secretly employed a magical artifact that I did not notice."
"Oh? What magical artifact?"
Song Xiaoling pondered for a moment and recounted her feelings from earlier in detail.
Little did she know that the True Man of Han Ying's expression grew darker with each word she spoke. Her right hand tightly gripped the edge of the table, remaining silent as if lost in thought.
But the more silent the True Man was, the more uneasy Song Xiaoling and Su Lingyue felt.
It would be better if their Master scolded them; her silence only indicated that her anger was greater than they had imagined!
Su Lingyue cautiously spoke up, "Master, this matter is not entirely Second Junior Sister's fault."
"You may leave now."
Su Lingyue didn't hear clearly and thought Master was punishing Second Junior Sister. Just as she was about to plead for leniency, she suddenly realized what was happening.
"What? Master is asking them to leave?"
Was this matter just going to be brushed aside?
"What's wrong? Do I need to personally escort you out?"
The disciple dared not speak.
The two hurriedly bowed and cautiously exited the Cold Moon Palace. As they approached the main gate, the voice of Master Han Ying echoed softly, "Xiao Ling, the next time you face Qi Xiao, you must only win, not lose."
Qi Xiao was merely at the Golden Core stage, yet he could manipulate the power of the soul; it seemed to be the remarkable aspect of that immortal's inheritance. But even if he possessed such an inheritance, what did it matter? A Golden Core disciple daring to oppose her was simply courting death.
At Qing Xuan Peak, in the disciples' quarters.
"Senior Brother, you’re out!" a disciple kindly inquired.
Yu Feng's face was pale as he forced a smile and nodded at him. In his room, he pondered over the news from earlier, lost in thought, completely unaware of the unusual occurrence within his potted plant.
A phantom voice echoed in his mind. "We must take a look at the secret realm."
The secret realm, with the Sect Master and various leaders leading the way—this was undoubtedly a great opportunity. Without that demon dragging him down, Yu Feng would naturally want to go. But now, all he wanted was to stay as far away from those elders as possible.
He lowered his voice, "Have you lost your mind? You still want to go to that kind of place? Aren't you afraid of being discovered? If you want to court death, don’t drag me into it."
The phantom chuckled softly. "Rest assured, I have my ways. Even if there are Transformation Stage cultivators present, as long as they don't observe carefully, they won't notice me. Besides, don't you want the opportunities there? With my help, you won't have to worry about obtaining them."
Though the phantom was sinister, its strength was indeed undeniable. If it intervened, this matter would surely be a breeze.
Yu Feng couldn't help but waver but quickly regained his composure. "Helping me find opportunities? Why would you be so kind? You clearly want to take advantage of some cultivators yourself."
The phantom burst into hearty laughter. "Well done; you’re quite clever."
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