Chapter 26: Shen Liqian Dominates He Wanxia
Speaking, Qin Feilong glanced at the blood beneath his feet. Spiritual flows surged within his body, and guided by these flows, the blood gradually converged, following the traces of the fight and slowly forming a formation.
He inherited the Dragon Clan bloodline, so his blood was naturally not ordinary.
The moment the formation took shape, the blood light blazed, its radiance intensifying. A powerful aura swept towards everyone present.
Ling Yangping found himself completely unable to move within this formation, as if a giant dragon head had appeared before him, staring intently at him at this very moment, exuding endless pressure.
His eyes widened in terror, and he looked helplessly towards Qin Feilong and the sword edge drawing closer to him.
“Stop! I concede!”
He shouted: “I concede! I can’t beat him!”
He had intended to kill him earlier, and he wasn’t sure if Qin Feilong would also seek personal revenge. He dared not gamble with his own life.
But to his surprise, after he shouted, Qin Feilong’s precious sword still drew closer and closer to him, about to pierce his throat.
When it was about half a foot away, the Sect Master Lingxiao finally couldn’t sit still any longer.
He abruptly descended from the arena, grabbed Qin Feilong by the collar like he was lifting a chick, and glared at him, saying:
“Are you trying to kill my son!”
“Ling Su, what are you trying to do!”
Qin Du was equally direct. He leaped off the arena and shoved the Sect Master Lingxiao aside. He supported Qin Feilong and said angrily: “What, do you want to fight me as well?”
Qin Feilong chuckled lightly and lowered his sword:
“Father, Young Sect Master Ling has conceded.”
The Sect Master Lingxiao’s face flickered between green and white. Finally, he said:
“This quota will be considered as us ceding it to your Ao Tian Sect.”
He truly couldn’t defeat the Sect Master Ao Tian. Fighting him now, for any reason, was out of the question. He could only swallow his pride and hand over this quota.
“Father, didn’t I tell you? This quota is ours from the Ao Tian Sect.”
After saying this, Qin Feilong finally lost his strength and collapsed backward, falling unconscious.
At the same time, exclamations erupted from below the Ao Tian Sect.
“Young Sect Master is mighty! Young Sect Master is formidable! Young Sect Master is mighty! Young Sect Master is formidable.”
This was the first time the disciples of the Ao Tian Sect had called him this since Qin Feilong became a waste five years ago and was stripped of his title as Young Sect Master. It was also the first time they genuinely admired Qin Feilong’s strength from the bottom of their hearts.
“What nonsense are you shouting,”
The Sect Master Bixia muttered softly, but inwardly, he couldn’t help but disdain the Lingxiao Sect.
At least their Bixia Sect hadn’t sent out a core disciple; losing was losing. But the Lingxiao Sect sent out their Young Sect Master and still couldn’t win. It was truly embarrassing.
Thinking this, he coughed and said, “Wanxia, you go.”
He Wanxia heard this and replied, “Yes.”
As the daughter of the Sect Master Bixia, her talent had always held a significant position within the Bixia Sect. At only fifteen years old, she was already the most talented among the women of the Bixia Sect.
Her participation now was merely for her father to let her gain some experience; there was no strict requirement to win.
Seeing a familiar face, Ming Zhaoshuang immediately shouted towards the disciples’ seats:
“Qianqian! Your opponent is here. Quickly let her see how powerful our Ao Tian Sect is.”
Coincidentally, He Wanxia of the Bixia Sect was the defeated opponent of Shen Liqian in the original story.
However, her shout did make the people from the three sects pause for a moment.
“Who is Qianqian? I’ve never heard of her.”
“Does the Ao Tian Sect have anyone by that name?”
“I remember now, I think she’s a junior sister from Le Tian Peak. She’s incredibly beautiful.”
“Le Tian Peak? How can a music cultivator go to the battlefield? Is there even a point in fighting then?”
……
Shen Liqian had been too low-key in recent years, hardly making any moves. Consequently, not only were the Bixia Sect and Lingxiao Sect unaware of her, but even the disciples of the Ao Tian Sect were somewhat bewildered upon hearing her name.
Shen Liqian sighed lightly, cast a somewhat helpless glance at Ming Zhaoshuang, and then went up to the arena.
Thus, when He Wanxia saw Shen Liqian gracefully ascend the stage, she couldn’t help but say:
“Are you sure you want to fight me?”
This person had no killing intent whatsoever. She didn’t look like someone skilled in combat at all.
Her Sect Master had said that her strength was definitely among the best for their age, and she wouldn’t falter against anyone.
But looking at Shen Liqian’s appearance, she seemed even younger than herself, so her cultivation couldn’t possibly be higher.
Shen Liqian raised her hand, and a Konghou appeared out of thin air.
“Ao Tian Sect, Shen Liqian.”
The Konghou was emerald green and exceptionally translucent. When sunlight shone on it, it even refracted a clear, watery shadow.
It was carved with a lifelike phoenix. Its head was held high, its tail coiled, and due to the light, it appeared exceptionally colorful.
The long strings were snow-white, emitting a faint cold light.
This was the second form of Su Nu Chou.
Although Qin Feilong had already refined the Dragon King’s essence blood and she no longer needed to hide her strength, Shen Liqian still controlled the aura emanating from Su Nu Chou. To people in the lower cultivation world, it would merely appear as an ordinary magical artifact.
He Wanxia was even more surprised by this:
“Is your Ao Tian Sect mistaken? You’re sending a music cultivator to fight me?”
Although she couldn’t discern the level of the Konghou or Shen Liqian’s cultivation, she was, after all, a sword cultivator. Having a music cultivator fight her was clearly an easy point, a complete display of contempt.
Even the Sect Master Bixia couldn’t help but laugh: “Does your Ao Tian Sect know you can’t win against us, so you’re simply sending a music disciple to concede?”
The Sect Master Lingxiao sneered inwardly, thinking the Ao Tian Sect was being too much. Why did they face a talented individual who was both a sword and talisman cultivator, while it was a powerless music cultivator against the Bixia Sect?
In conclusion, when Shen Liqian’s weapon appeared, the entire venue fell silent. Almost no one believed that the Ao Tian Sect would send out a music cultivator with no lethality.
Shen Liqian looked up: “May we begin?”
To be honest, someone at this level wasn’t worthy of being her opponent.
Seeing her like this, He Wanxia no longer refused and said:
“Bixia Sect, He Wanxia.”
As soon as she finished speaking, He Wanxia saw Shen Liqian casually strum a few long strings, producing scattered notes. Surprisingly, her mind reeled, and she felt an intense pain.
What… was this?
Before He Wanxia could think further, a sound from the Konghou rose. He Wanxia couldn’t even recognize the tune she was playing. The sound grated on her ears and made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Almost instantly, she cried out in pain:
“Ah!”
This time, it surprised everyone present. What had Shen Liqian done? She had just played a song.
And it sounded quite pleasant. Why was this Bixia Sect disciple inexplicably covering her ears and screaming?
Shen Liqian continued to play the Konghou unhurriedly.
“Ahhh— Ah!”
Before long, He Wanxia, disregarding her image, rolled on the ground, clutching her head and screaming:
“Stop playing! Stop playing! Ahhh— It hurts!”
Saying this, she couldn’t help but gather spiritual power and strike at her own ears.
With that palm strike, she was likely to go deaf.
Just then, Shen Liqian stopped playing and said calmly:
“You lose.”
He Wanxia lay on the ground, unable to believe it for a long time.
