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As soon as I returned to Qing Lan Peak, Old Man Zhuohua pulled me aside and said, "Something's not right, something's not right."
"What's wrong?"
Zhuohua The old man looked very flustered. He held my hand and took a while to calm down before solemnly saying to me, "So it was Mingling that kid. His previous incarnation in the mortal world has perished, and his soul has returned to his main body. That's why he didn't recognize you at first."
I was moved and immediately asked, "Then why did he know now and put my portrait on the wanted list at Yu Tai?"
Zhuohua seemed to feel guilty and stepped back, "That's because he is now fused with his primordial spirit, gaining back the memories from the mortal realm and remembering you."
"Do you miss me?"
I couldn't help but sneer.
When you think of me, you make a big fuss and come looking for me at the Tranquility Pavilion. But when you don't think of me, I could be right in front of you and you wouldn't recognize me.
It's really ridiculous.
For him, I gave up so much and carried my beliefs here, only to encounter someone like Mingling who ignores me. "It doesn't matter what he's doing now."
After I finished speaking, I was ready to enter the cave entrance and meditate until the day of the competition. Just as I stepped into the cave entrance, I heard old man Zhuohua muttering, "It's bad, really bad."
No matter what is said, the current me, the emotional tie has been severed, and there are very few past events that can stir up emotions.
Soon, the competition day will arrive.
Because of my recent situation, I am wanted within the entire Yu Tai. Fortunately, the disciples who had conflicts with me before did not recognize my face and did not come to Qing Lan Peak to find me, otherwise I would have had no peaceful days in the last few days.
Even if I use the name Xiao Ting, with an unfamiliar face, even if I walk past Mingling, he wouldn't recognize me.
Mingling Just took an extra glance at me, perhaps this figure looks familiar.
The first game was easily won.
Practicing Moonlight Swordsmanship, I was like a shooting star, quickly becoming a dark horse in this competition.
Consecutive victories have drawn a lot of attention to my presence.
Including Mingling, he comes to watch almost every game of mine. If it weren't for the illusion on my face, I would have thought he recognized me.
In this competition within the sect, every peak will send their own disciples to participate, and Mingling is also a disciple sent by the main peak.
This time, I must defeat Mingling. Perhaps only by becoming stronger can he truly recognize me.
I have entered the top five and will soon be able to compete against Mingling, the match is scheduled for tomorrow morning.
The moon hangs high in the night sky, amidst the dense forest on the peak.
I sat alone in a high place, absorbing the spiritual energy of the full moon, but suddenly sensed someone behind me.
I exchanged a few moves with that person, only to realize that it was Mingling.
Why is he here?
I didn't ask much, waiting for him to speak first.
He seemed a bit awkward and asked clumsily, "Junior sister, you're still practicing so late?"
"Mm."
"Are you practicing Moonlight Swordsmanship?"
"Mm."
"Junior sister, I've watched all your recent matches, they were really wonderful."
"Mm."
"......"
My response was very indifferent, Mingling seemed embarrassed, but did not leave, just touched the back of his head, stood for a moment, and said to me, "Junior sister, I have high hopes for you."
Just left.
I really can't figure it out, his strange behavior, I don't understand. What does it mean to say "I have high hopes for you" to someone you're competing against tomorrow, the night before?
I furrowed my brow and stayed for a while to absorb the essence of the moon after he left before leaving.
The next day's competition attracted many people, and the elders from various peaks also came. They seemed to attach great importance to the final few battles.
I fought with Mingling for several rounds with our swords, and neither of us had the upper hand.
Mingling is indeed very strong. I can feel that his skills surpass mine, but for some reason, he doesn't seem to be using his full strength. This has brought me great shame and humiliation, as he is not showing respect to his opponent.
"Use all your strength," I said during a close-range sword fight.
"Okay."
Mingling also readily agreed.
Under his many years of cultivation and practical combat experience, my defeat was already inevitable, but I am a person who never gives up.
Moonlight Swordsmanship Seventh level, the posture of embracing the moon.
A fierce sword move from top to bottom, like an overwhelming avalanche, Mingling blocked with her sword, but was knocked down and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
His expression is different from before, with a hint of seriousness added. It seems like he's planning to get serious.
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