Chapter 24: Sect Uniforms Are Abundant
“Fine,” the Sect Master Lingxiao gave Qin Du a provocative glance and said, “Then don’t blame the juniors for not giving you face, Sect Master Qin.”
The Sect Master Bixiao said, “Then it’s decided. Each of our sects will send ten people. Among these thirty, anyone who can consecutively defeat two people from other sects will directly qualify for a spot. How about it?”
Qin Du thought to himself that these two were shameless. On the surface, it was a fair ten people per sect, but in reality, if their Ao Tian Sect lost one match, then these two sects wouldn’t need to compete further and would directly get a spot.
And for their Ao Tian Sect to win, they would definitely need to win two matches.
In other words, if they wanted to save face, they would have to send out four people to win eight consecutive matches.
Such obvious schemes made the disciples of Ao Tian Sect indignant.
“This Sect Master Bixia truly has a thick skin, to be able to say such things!”
“They’re just bullying us because Ao Tian Sect has no talent.”
“Everyone, don’t be angry. Although the Sect Master Bixia has lost face, the Sect Master Lingxiao is also an orphan!”
“Sob sob sob, I knew I should have cultivated properly. Otherwise, the Sect Master wouldn’t have to endure such humiliation.”
……
Ming Zhaoshuang hadn’t expected that the Lingxiao Sect and Bixia Sect would be so shameless. Before she could retort, she heard a wild and unrestrained voice from behind:
“Good! On behalf of my father, I accept!”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “……”
Their male protagonist, who only showed up at critical moments, had finally appeared.
Qin Feilong smiled faintly and looked at Qin Du. Having just refined the Dragon King’s essence blood and inherited the dragon bloodline, he was radiating a faint aura, almost blinding Ming Zhaoshuang.
She quietly said to the White Dragon at her wrist:
“Don’t be like this guy, all talk and no action.”
The Little White Dragon unconsciously scratched her palm, as if it had heard her.
“Father, don’t worry, I will definitely secure a spot.”
At this moment, Qin Feilong seemed reborn. He no longer showed any trace of the down-and-out youth he once was. Not only had his strength greatly increased, but his entire demeanor also seemed to have ascended to a higher level. As soon as he said this, he was full of confidence.
“What’s the use of just you securing one spot!”
In the Ao Tian Sect disciples’ seating area, Fei Changxiu was extremely anxious. He hugged Ming Chenxing’s arm and said,
“He has just entered the Golden Core stage, his Golden Core is probably not even stable yet, yet he dares to speak such nonsense, completely disregarding the Sect Master. Even if he could win, we would still need at least four people to fight two consecutive matches to save the sect’s face…”
Ming Chenxing listened to Fei Changxiu’s continuous complaints and recalled the instructions his Eldest Young Lady had given him earlier. He sighed and said,
“Lend me a set of your clothes.”
“Ah?” Fei Changxiu pointed at Ming Chenxing, then at himself, and said incredulously,
“Why do you need my clothes? Don’t you have any to wear yourself? Although I know my clothes have a charming fragrance, you’re a grown man…”
Ming Chenxing thought about what task the Eldest Young Lady had assigned him and patiently said,
“Lend me a set of your sect’s uniform. If not, I’ll find someone else.”
“No, you…”
Fei Changxiu understood and his eyes lit up. He immediately grabbed Ming Chenxing’s shoulder and said, “You’re planning to fight for our Ao Tian Sect, right? Good brother, you’re so righteous, I’ll buy you a drink next time.”
Ming Chenxing lost his patience: “I’ll find someone else…”
Upon hearing this, Fei Changxiu immediately hugged him tightly and said, “Don’t, don’t… I have plenty of sect uniforms, as many as you want.
Ever since I joined Ao Tian Sect at the age of six, I’ve kept all my sect uniforms. I have any kind you want. Why would you find someone else? Do their sect uniforms smell as good as mine? Are they as close to you as I am?”
Ming Chenxing said, “Then hurry up and give it to me.”
“Oh, oh!”
Fei Changxiu immediately rummaged through his Storage Bag, took out a sect uniform, and stuffed it into Ming Chenxing’s hand. He patted his shoulder and said,
“Good luck, brother believes in you, you will definitely become the most outstanding disciple of our Ao Tian Sect.”
In the past few days, he and Ming Chenxing had often sparred at the Arena. They had exchanged wins and losses, being evenly matched. Not only had their cultivation improved significantly, but their bond had also deepened （ Fei Changxiu personally feels ）.
He felt that he was only one step away from entering the Late Golden Core stage, and he believed Ming Chenxing was the same.
Fei Changxiu had always had great confidence in his cultivation, believing that adding one spot for Ao Tian Sect was not a problem. Therefore, he also believed that Ming Chenxing’s participation would be equivalent to adding another spot for their Ao Tian Sect.
Since Qin Feilong had agreed, the disciples of Ao Tian Sect could only brace themselves and compete.
In the first match, the person Ao Tian Sect sent out was naturally Qin Feilong.
Although he saw that Qin Feilong was no longer a waste, he was still only in the Early Golden Core stage, so the Sect Master Bixia didn’t pay much attention. He casually assigned a disciple in the Golden Core Mid-stage to fight him.
On the Arena, the two young men cupped their fists at each other.
“Bixia Sect, Xu Qingfeng.”
“Ao Tian Sect, Qin Feilong.”
As soon as they spoke, their long swords were unsheathed, and amidst flashes of sword light, the outcome was difficult to discern.
Logically speaking, even though Xu Qingfeng had only recently entered the Golden Core Mid-stage, Qin Feilong should have been only one small realm behind him in cultivation, and thus unable to defeat him.
But for some reason, Xu Qingfeng’s sword edge was always blocked by Qin Feilong. Occasionally, when a thrust managed to reach Qin Feilong, it was repelled by his physique, which was far stronger than that of ordinary people.
Therefore, although Qin Feilong was at a slight disadvantage, he did not show any signs of defeat.
In contrast, Xu Qingfeng was gradually starting to feel the strain.
Seeing Qin Du so nervous that he was about to tear the armrest of the chair, Ming Zhaoshuang lazily advised,
“Uncle Qin, rest assured, Senior Brother Qin will blow everyone here away in minutes.”
It’s a joke, 《 Feilong in the book “Nine Heavens” 》, Qin Feilong, apart from that period of being a waste, has never lost.
In the original novel, Xu Qingfeng doesn’t even appear. Now, he’s only relying on his higher cultivation to suppress Qin Feilong a little. But Qin Feilong has so many trump cards under his sleeve, none of which he has revealed yet. He’s definitely going to win.
Xu Qingfeng, a piece of cake.
As she spoke, she even snatched the sunflower seeds from Qin Du’s hand and leisurely started munching on them.
Although she truly disliked Qin Feilong, she had to admit that as the novel’s male protagonist, Qin Feilong did have some redeeming qualities.
For instance, watching his fight against Xu Qingshan alone allowed one to learn a lot. Those dazzling sword techniques could be considered free tutorial videos.
Besides, she was indeed a bit nervous, as she also had to participate as a member of Ao Tian Sect.
She had only been here for less than two months, hadn’t even gotten familiar with her sword, her cultivation was about the same as Qin Feilong’s, and she didn’t have his dragon talent. She might actually not be able to win.
What a pity, her cheat had fallen into slumber, sigh…
Not long after, just as Ming Zhaoshuang had predicted, Qin Feilong easily concluded the match.
Xu Qingfeng cupped his fists: “Senior Brother Qin, your sword skills are superb, I am sincerely convinced.”
He accepted his defeat with a calm demeanor, but the Sect Master Bixia beside him had an ugly expression:
“Such a waste, unable to even defeat an Early Golden Core cultivator, and he has the nerve to be convinced.”
The Sect Master Lingxiao, however, was calm and composed:
“Ah, don’t be anxious. He is, after all, Qin Du’s son. Yang Ping, you go and show him what the demeanor of a young master of a sect should be like.”
