Chapter 1368: Sentiment

Qingyang Temple.

Qin Sang strolled leisurely, as if wandering through a courtyard. Today was the day of the outer sect disciple competition. The one in charge of the competition was Bai Hanqiu.

She and her partner were deeply loving and devoted to each other. They were an enviable couple in Qingyang Temple.

The arena had been set up beside a great river, on the highest peak of the outer sect. Standing on the mountaintop, one could glimpse the scenery of the inner sect, which served to inspire the outer sect disciples.

Bursts of cheering rang out from the mountaintop from time to time. This was the final match of the competition, and it would decide the ultimate victor.

The outer sect disciples surrounded the arena in layers, cheering for both sides. There were even some male inner sect disciples who had come out to watch the excitement.

On the arena platform...

One side was a youth in yellow robes, whose appearance and bearing could both be called ordinary. The other side was a beautiful young girl in fluttering white robes.

The girl’s skin was as pale as snow, and her bearing was cold and aloof. She held a spiritual sword. The sword’s blade was crystal clear, as if it had been forged from mystic ice, and was as coldly beautiful as she was.

Everyone had an appreciation for beauty.

Clearly, most of the people had come to see the girl. Their cheers and encouragement drowned out even the surging sound of the great river. A few companions, out of loyalty, tried to cheer the youth on, but their voices were so faint that even they could not hear themselves. In the end, they simply defected.

"Senior Sister Lu, you can do it!"

"Take him down!"

"I bet this kid can take five moves from Junior Sister Lu."

"Three moves at most..."

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The light shield around the arena could not block out sound.

The youth was drowned beneath layer upon layer of sound waves. He looked lonely and helpless, clutching a pitch-black fire poker in his hand, at a loss for what to do. He seemed a little pitiful.

The girl did not grow complacent because of this. Her red lips parted slightly. "Junior Brother Zhang, I didn’t expect my final opponent to be you. Thank you for your guidance!"

The youth, however, looked absent-minded, his eyes hollow. It seemed as though he had been frightened senseless by the grand scene surrounding the arena.

The girl frowned. The outer sect attendant's voice rang out, announcing the start of the match.

The girl was clever and saw that her opponent’s gaze was very strange, but her will was firm. She would not be affected by this. No matter who her opponent was, she would give it her all!

The girl guided with her right hand, and the spiritual sword left her palm, flying into the air.

Sword qi trembled. The girl’s robes fluttered, causing everyone outside the arena to stare in a daze. Cheers resounded throughout the outer sect.

In contrast, the youth seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly raised the pitch-black fire poker in his hand. As expected, this drew a burst of laughter.

It was hard to imagine who would refine such an ugly artifact. Yet the youth had relied on this artifact to overcome all obstacles along the way and stand on the final arena platform.

Clang! The spiritual sword slashed down mercilessly, transforming into a streak of blue sword light.

Stimulated by the sword light, the fire poker also burst with brilliant azure light, soaring into the sky in an instant. Azure light and blue light converged, colliding fiercely.

The sound of clashing was like thunder. The figures of both fighters became blurred, and interlaced azure and blue light swept beyond the arena, causing the light shield to tremble again and again.

The spectators pressed close against the arena’s light shield were greatly alarmed and instinctively leaned back.

Only when they saw that the light shield remained as firm as before did they breathe a sigh of relief. Their faces were full of surprise as they looked at the two people fighting on the platform, not expecting their first exchange to have such power.

The girl was also startled. The fire poker opposite her could not only contend with her spiritual sword, it also faintly possessed a strange suction force. It caused the spiritual power in her body to become unstable, even showing signs of boiling.

The youth’s cultivation was still one realm lower than hers. She could not afford to lose this battle!

The girl gritted her teeth and no longer hesitated. She immediately activated a secret technique she had mastered not long ago.

"Divine Sword Lightning Art!" Accompanied by her clear shout, the spiritual sword let out a long cry. Blue light flashed, and it suddenly transformed into a pillar of light, slashing down at the youth from the air with astonishing force.

"What! Junior Sister Lu has already learned the Divine Sword Lightning Art!"

"As expected of a genius!"

Everyone cried out in shock.

The pillar of light was like a thunderbolt. Its aura was astonishing, as though it wanted to split the mountain peak apart.

Of course, it could not possess the true might of heavenly lightning, nor was it the Sword Qi Thunderclap. It was instead a sword technique treasured by Qingyang Temple. For the girl to cultivate this sword technique at her realm meant that she could indeed be called a genius of the Sword Dao.

Outside the arena, Bai Hanqiu looked at the girl with approval in her eyes. An attendant beside her, however, looked at the youth somewhat nervously, with a faint trace of expectation in his gaze.

In front of the youth, aside from the fire poker, there was nothing else blocking.

His face twisted, and blood flowed from his seven orifices. He grabbed the fire poker. At the tip of the pitch-black fire poker, a round crystal faintly revealed a trace of blood-red color as he charged fiercely toward the pillar of light.

Boom! Thunder roared.

The arena shook wildly. Blue light and azure light could barely be distinguished from one another.

The crowd fell silent, staring nervously at the arena.

Rumble... Suddenly, the blue light dimmed and flew backward. The girl’s face was bloodless, her aura weak, and her spiritual power nearly exhausted. She barely managed to stabilize herself.

The youth, however, spat blood and fell out of the arena like a torn rag.

"Junior Sister Lu won!"

After a brief silence, everyone cheered excitedly. The girl, however, said nothing. She stood there in a daze, looking at the youth in silence.

"Useless!" The attendant was bitterly disappointed. Naturally, he could see that the youth had retreated at the final moment.

Bai Hanqiu’s expression was not bad.

Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly saw a figure outside the crowd nodding lightly to her. She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her and quickly focused her gaze.

After giving the attendant a few quiet instructions, Bai Hanqiu ignored the disciples’ gazes and turned into a streak of evasion light, flying into the inner sect. Seeing Qin Sang strolling through the mountains, she obediently followed behind him. "I pay my respects to you, Master. Did you also watch the disciples’ competition just now?"

"In youth, we are all full of spirit and ambition. I borrowed the moment to reminisce about my early days." Qin Sang chuckled.

During the beginning of his cultivation, he had encountered too many twists and turns, and had never had the chance to participate in a sect competition.

Even after he later entered Shaohua Mountain, he avoided such matters whenever possible.

Seeing that Qin Sang did not blame her, Bai Hanqiu secretly sighed in relief. Searching for something to say, she said, "That male disciple obtained some unknown opportunity from somewhere. The artifact in his hand might have some history. Senior Brother Tan said it may have the potential to advance into an astra in the future..."

"It is a blood-refined evil artifact, but there is no need to mind it. Artifacts have no righteousness or evil of their own. It all depends on the master’s nature." Qin Sang nodded indifferently. He knew what Bai Hanqiu was afraid of.

He had been in seclusion for so many years, yet Bai Hanqiu’s cultivation had not improved much. It seemed she had already given up on the Dao. This was Bai Hanqiu’s own choice, and Qin Sang would not interfere.

His tone shifted and asked, "Has the Han Family moved out of Great Sui?"

Bai Hanqiu nodded repeatedly and reported to Qin Sang.

Great Sui was the land where Qingyang Temple had risen. Jiang Xue was sensible and had ordered Han Residence to move away, ceding Great Sui and a vast stretch of the surrounding territory to Qingyang Temple.

Tan Yi’en knew the significance Great Sui held for Qin Sang, so he sent an attendant to oversee it and enshrined Holy Mountain Zhao as a sacred land.

Bai Hanqiu became the current head of the Bai Family. The Bai Family had leaped up and become an immortal cultivation family.

However, the Qin Family was still the imperial family of Great Sui and enjoyed all wealth and glory. Unfortunately, no descendant with immortal cultivation talent had appeared among them all this time. Once a descendant with spiritual roots appeared, they would immediately be brought into Qingyang Temple to cultivate.

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