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The grand competition lasted for seven days.
Aside from seed competitors like Zhao Yu, the ones drawing the most attention were dark horses like Qi Xiao and Cheng Yufeng. Regardless of whether their opponents were strong or weak, they effortlessly concluded their matches. Their impressive records made them famous throughout the entire competition.
"Hey, isn't Qi Xiao known as the useless one from Qingjing Peak? How did he become so formidable all of a sudden?"
"I think he’s better than those senior sisters from Qingjing Peak! Did he really defeat Sister Song?"
"Hmph, Sister Song said he used a magical artifact."
"Well? This time he didn't have any artifacts and is still this impressive! Are you suggesting he could cheat under the watchful eyes of the Sect Leader and the elders? You must be joking! It seems someone just can't handle losing and is looking for excuses."
"Exactly! With Qi Xiao's skills, there's no need for cheating. I guess..."
Listening to the discussions around her, Song Xiaoling gripped her sword tightly, her dissatisfaction and anxiety reaching a peak. She was unwilling to believe that Qi Xiao could become so powerful in such a short time. But the facts were undeniable; she had to admit that in the months since Qi Xiao left Qingjing Peak, he had undergone a complete transformation and had become a worthy rival.
As for the truth behind their previous match, it would be revealed on the stage.
Song Xiaoling took out a jade talisman from her box and presented it to the disciple at the registration table. The disciple flipped through the records for a moment before announcing loudly, "In the afternoon's match on Stage Number Four, you will be competing against Qi Xiao from Qingxuan Peak."
Upon hearing that name, Song Xiaoling finally let out a sigh of relief. The truth would soon come to light.
At this moment, Ye Xiuyuan’s eyes brightened as he rushed over. Seeing him approach, Song Xiaoling subtly furrowed her brow, but the young man seemed oblivious to her reaction and smiled warmly.
"Sister, you’re going to face Brother Qi in the afternoon, right?"
Song Xiaoling replied coldly with a simple "Mm."
Ye Xiuyuan didn’t mind her attitude and continued with a smile, "Sister, why not let me take this opportunity instead?"
"Let you?"
"Yes, Sister. Recently, Brother Qi's performance has been so outstanding that some rumors have started circulating, saying our Qingjing Peak lacks discernment."
"Sister, why not let me give it a try? I’m the weakest disciple of Qingjing Peak; if I win, those people will have nothing to say. This way we can restore our reputation."
"And if I lose? With my heart condition, no one can blame me for it. You can still compete afterward just as well."
"If you go up first and face him right away... that might just elevate him too much."
Song Xiaoling stared at him for a few seconds. Ye Xiuyuan smiled back without revealing any flaws.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he couldn't afford to act recklessly, and it seemed the other party had a point. After pondering for a few seconds, Song Xiaoling handed over the jade talisman to him.
Ye Xiuyuan took the jade talisman and walked up to the disciple at the registration table. Looking at the matching number plate and then at Song Xiaoling and Ye Xiuyuan, the disciple scratched his head, showing a troubled expression.
"Senior Sister Song, this doesn't seem right, does it?"
Song Xiaoling's face turned cold as she tapped on the table. "Is there a rule against exchanging jade talismans privately during the competition?"
"Well, there isn't," he admitted.
"Then it's permissible."
Reluctantly, the disciple could only amend the name on the registration list and re-register. Song Xiaoling then took Ye Xiuyuan's jade talisman to register it herself. The disciple accepted the talisman and announced that Ye Xiuyuan's opponent was a peak Foundation Establishment disciple.
Song Xiaoling called out to him, asking him to hold off on registering for now. She turned to Ye Xiuyuan and said, "You need to think this through. Your opponent is slightly weaker than Qi Xiao. If you lose to Qi Xiao here and then regret it later, there won't be another chance."
Song Xiaoling wasn't overly concerned for him; after all, she had drawn the talisman corresponding to Qi Xiao, and she felt that the risk should be hers to bear. Regardless of how one looked at it, she had gained an advantage by exchanging with Ye Xiuyuan. Even if she didn't necessarily need that advantage.
"Senior Sister, don't worry! I won't regret it," he replied confidently. "This time, I will definitely win!"
The consecutive victories in recent days had allowed him to fully appreciate the power of his abilities. With just a slight mobilization of spiritual energy, he could construct illusions that could confuse both Foundation Establishment and Core Formation disciples alike. In fact, in his last match, he had defeated a mid-Core Formation disciple using this technique.
That mid-Core Formation disciple was a body cultivator whose sensitivity in spiritual perception was inherently weaker than that of ordinary cultivators. It wasn't until near the end of the match that he noticed something was off.
Having tasted success this time around, Ye Xiuyuan felt incredibly confident in his current strength. So what if Qi Xiao reached Core Formation? In such a short time, if he could defeat one Core Formation disciple, he could certainly defeat another.
Seeing his confidence, Song Xiaoling decided not to say more and directly instructed the disciple to proceed with the registration.
In the first match, Xu Huai from Qingmiao Peak faced off against Qi Xiao from Qingxuan Peak. The disciples from Qingmiao Peak cheered loudly in support of their senior brother.
The disciples of Qingxuan Peak were equally unyielding, shouting back with great fervor, their voices even momentarily drowning out those of the disciples from Qingmiao Peak.
"Brother Qi, we believe in you! You are the strongest! You must bring him down!"
Upon hearing this, a disciple from Qingmiao Peak crossed his arms and sneered.
"Dream on! You trash from Qingxuan Peak can only fantasize for now. Once the competition is over, let's see how you manage to keep smiling!"
"Hmph, who knows who will win or lose? You're all shouting so loudly now, but when your Qingmiao Peak loses, don't be embarrassed to face anyone!"
"How ignorant! Just keep dreaming your foolish dreams here!"
Xu Huai listened to the voices from below, his eyes flickering slightly with a hint of coldness.
"Rest assured, Brother Qi. I will go easy on you later so that your loss won't be too humiliating."
Qi Xiao also smiled, though the mirth did not reach his eyes.
"That's a bit premature. I suspect Brother Xu is just saying that to comfort himself."
"Heh, sharp-tongued. Let's see how you manage to smile later!"
With a loud drumbeat, they both clasped their hands in a gesture of respect and then stepped back a few paces.
Qi Xiao summoned his sword, his gaze turning icy as he swiftly lunged toward his opponent.
His speed was so fast that he left afterimages in the air.
Xu Huai was taken aback for a moment but quickly regained his composure and raised his sword to parry.
The clash of metal rang out twice as their swords sparked against each other.
Qi Xiao immediately changed direction, attacking Xu Huai's lower body with a flurry of sword strikes.
They exchanged blows back and forth, neither yielding an inch; for a time, it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.
Both fighters moved with incredible speed, leaving the watching disciples below in a daze.
"Who is actually stronger?" one disciple rubbed his eyes in an effort to see better but ultimately gave up in frustration.
"I can't see anything at all!"
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