The woman had already floated away.
The numerous disciples bowed one after another, and Gu Miyun was no exception. For him, this person was his proper Ancestor Master Uncle. As the direct disciple of the sect and Gu Yuanshan's own grandson, he had seen Liu Tangxi since he was young, and not just once.
Since childhood, he had heard many stories and legends about Swordmaster Peak, and in his heart, he hoped that one day he could challenge this Master Liu. However...
He couldn't even touch her once.
Not to mention touching her, she didn't even use Spiritual Energy, and with her power kept strictly below the Nascent Soul Stage, she had him crying out. Now he understood why Jiang Feng and Liang Yu could sweep all before them during the Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition, defeating opponents by crossing realms with their outrageously low cultivation.
If he were beaten this badly every day, he might also muster the courage to deal with the Divinity Transformation Stage.
Today should be the first day after the end of the Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition.
Liu Tangxi, though ill-tempered, always maintained propriety in everything she did. If she had gone during the competition to drag the top-ranked third-generation disciple out and beat him, it would have been somewhat unfair to the other disciples. Whether injured or gaining some insight from her, it would have been biased.
That's why she came only today.
Tapping her toes on the flying sword, she sped forward, the wild wind brushing her cheeks, yet the air around her seemed as if it had solidified; even her smooth long hair didn't move an inch. From her expression, it was easy to see.
Today, she was in a pretty good mood.
The Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition had already ended, and Gu Miyun winning the championship was basically within everyone's expectations. Actually, after the battle between Gu Miyun and Jiang Feng, most people already had an idea about the rankings for this year's Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition.
The subsequent battles were simply from eight to four, four to two, and finally the championship match, altogether taking less than four days. Moreover, no situation similar to Jiang Feng's occurred during the subsequent battles. Everyone tactfully chose to call it quits at the right moment.
It wasn't that they weren't willing to fight, but there was no longer any need to.
The good stuff was all within the top sixteen ranking, and even if there was a need and competitive strength, most people's goal was simply to make it into the top ten to choose their treasures, nothing more.
The rewards were prepared in advance, meeting the needs of every disciple. Except for Yun Xiyin, who had the bad luck to encounter Jiang Feng, everything else was distributed according to need. So by the next round, everyone was rather relaxed.
Besides, everyone basically knew who would win and who would lose just by looking. For example, with Gu Miyun showcasing the Hidden Sound Pure World Technique, the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, and General Ha's embodiment, he had already revealed his trump cards. If anyone could counter them, they'd naturally challenge him.
But unfortunately, there was currently no one able to break them.
If it weren't for Jiang Feng holding his own with the remaining spirit of the Demon Night True Monarch inside him, he might not have even withstood the Hidden Sound Pure World Technique and the breath-holding assimilation of General Ha. But none of the top eight had a way to deal with the breath-holding assimilation, so they could only endure. Hence, their subsequent fights with Gu Miyun were merely tentative.
Once they realized they couldn't solve the moves, they decisively chose to admit defeat, preserving their strength and avoiding injury. This, unavoidably, left Mr. Jiang with some complaints in his heart. Although he smoothly claimed the championship, it was somewhat lackluster.
For others, they had already seen the showdown in advance. Even after the fierce fight ended, the battle between Jiang Feng and Gu Miyun was still the topic most discussed by everyone, including himself. He wished he could drag that paralyzed person up for another round.
Oh.
Throughout the entire process.
Mr. Jiang lay unconscious on the bed like a dead pig, being taken care of in shifts by several young ladies from the Mountain Gate, with Ao Qing guarding outside the door throughout.
As for the ranking of this Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition, it was already listed. Naturally, the top three were Gu, Chen, and Wei, all of whom achieved fame at a young age, forming their Nascent Souls in their thirties. As for Jiang Feng's ranking...
Ninth.
Well, that's just how it is.
Unfortunate.
Based solely on sheer strength, Jiang Feng was probably a solid top five among all participants. No matter whom you asked, there wouldn't be much dissent about this claim, and while it's not to say he had no opponents below the Nascent Soul Stage, in the entire Mountain Gate, it was hard to pick two who could beat Jiang Feng below the Nascent Soul Stage.
However, he ultimately couldn't surpass Gu Miyun, ending up barred from the top eight. Yet for Jiang Feng, it was quite fitting, as he wasn't inherently inclined to compete. Just the price he paid to make it into the top ten was...
"Still alive?"
Three simple words expressed the sibling-like familial bond between Mr. Jiang and Liu Tangxi. Slowly walking into the room, Jiang's brows visibly lifted upon seeing the young lad.
"Barely holding on... Senior sister, why do you look so disappointed?"
A half-dead response.
Currently, Mr. Jiang was in the process of changing bandages, with not a part of his body left unscathed, his muscles torn, ligaments no better than paper, as if cotton, with several bones showing signs of fracture.
Especially his entire right arm, which was wrapped in bandages. Lin Jiangxian and Su Yi were meticulously unwrapping the bandages on his arm, covered in charred flesh and blood stains, carefully applying the mixed medicine, covering wounds and charred skin all over.
The wounds were understandable; he forcibly circulated hundreds of streams of Sword Qi, at a high altitude and in his hand as he slashed down, which was already beyond his capabilities. Were it not for employing the Demon Heart Technique at the time, coupled with a surge in adrenaline, he wouldn't have been able to do it at all.
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