Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Next Round Opponent: Ye Zhao Zhao!

Ye Zhao Zhao could not help looking at Li Shuang.

[Dang it!] After ten years of hard work, her realm had reached Mid Nascent Soul.

But lately her realm kept dropping. Just now, she had fallen back to Early Nascent Soul.

If this continued a few more times, she might not even be able to keep the Nascent Soul Stage.

All of this was because of Li Shuang.

How dare she switch to another technique! How dare she leave Ling Xu Peak! Otherwise, Li Shuang should still be in her grasp, squeezed tight in her palm.

Ye Zhao Zhao had now figured it out.

Before, Li Shuang was cold-faced and warm-hearted.

After cultivating the Supreme Emotionless Art, she became cold-faced and cold-hearted.

The people of Ling Xu Peak no longer seemed able to draw out her negative emotions.

Then…

Ye Zhao Zhao’s hand slid over her sword scabbard.

Where was the Dragon Roar Sword?

Where was Long Yan?

When the sword she had raised with care stabbed into Li Shuang’s dantian, Li Shuang should have felt despair and pain.

Could she really let that go?

If Li Shuang had already forgotten, Ye Zhao Zhao did not mind helping her remember.

Her eyes flashed.

She had only one thought.

In this draw, she wanted to draw Li Shuang.

On the platform, she wanted Li Shuang to watch with her own eyes how the Sword Spirit she had nurtured for ten years now obeyed her every command.

Long Yan’s Way of the Sword was a bit higher than Duan Zi Yu’s.

If they faced Li Shuang, they would surely win.

Chang Le An and Ye Zhao Zhao let their eyes drift to Li Shuang again and again. Li Shuang sensed it and did not care to respond.

Liu Jun Cheng sighed and said: “I hope I don’t draw you, junior sister.”

Liu Jun Cheng was helpless.

He felt that even if he used only Late Foundation Establishment, he might not be her match.

That would be too shameful for a senior brother.

Li Shuang smiled slightly and said: “You won’t.”

“Hm?” Liu Jun Cheng looked at her, surprised.

Her tone was not a guess. She already had a sure answer.

Wasn’t the draw random?

How could Li Shuang be so certain?

Her smile stayed light, and she had no intention of explaining.

Her technique was especially sensitive to being watched.

She had already noticed that Sect Master Meng Yi Fei had been watching her since the fighting began.

The lottery box had also been inspected by the Sect Master himself.

After inspecting the box, the Sect Master had given her a meaningful look.

This draw… would likely have some trick in it.

Li Shuang did not think the Sect Master meant to harm her. She knew his style very well.

He wanted her to show even more value.

Based on that goal, who would be her opponent this round?

It was already obvious.

Li Shuang looked calmly at Ye Zhao Zhao.

Her opponent would be Ye Zhao Zhao.

It would be Long Yan.

She did not think there was anything wrong with that arrangement.

Long Yan had absorbed many of her insights into the Way of the Sword.

He represented the Li Shuang of the past.

The one standing here now was Li Shuang reborn from the ashes.

She could use this fight to steady her sword heart even more.

She also believed she would not lose.

Her stage lay far higher. She had said it before: she would take one step after another, win again and again, until she stood at the peak of the Way of the Sword.

The draw began.

Everyone went up in order to draw.

Li Shuang did not know what method the Sect Master used, but when the results were matched, her opponent…

Sure enough, it was Ye Zhao Zhao.

Or rather, it was Long Yan.

Seeing the result, Ye Zhao Zhao’s eyes showed a trace of joy.

[Ask and it comes!] In the next round, she really was facing Li Shuang.

Ye Zhao Zhao took the initiative to walk toward Li Shuang. Wearing a smile, she said: “Senior Sister Li, I didn’t expect the next round would be between the two of us.”

Li Shuang gave a calm nod.

Ye Zhao Zhao summoned Long Yan and said warmly: “Senior Sister Li, I have always felt a bit sorry. After all, Long Yan was raised by you. But you chose to abandon him without mercy. These days, Long Yan has trained hard because he wants to prove he should never have been cast aside.”

As soon as Ye Zhao Zhao approached Li Shuang, people around them began to glance over.

Everyone knew that when these two faced off, there would be a show.

When Ye Zhao Zhao spoke, many eyes flickered.

Her meaning was clear.

Although the Dragon Roar Sword had been nurtured by Li Shuang, it was Li Shuang who abandoned it.

So tomorrow, Long Yan would go all out.

Ye Zhao Zhao was putting her words out first because she feared winning by relying on Long Yan would draw criticism.

Li Shuang glanced at Long Yan, her look indifferent, and said: “Ye Zhao Zhao, I already said it clearly: one betrayal means never again. Since Long Yan chose you and betrayed me, from now on he has nothing to do with me.”

“Senior Sister Li, what betrayal… don’t speak nonsense,” Ye Zhao Zhao said in a hurry.

Though she had done something shameful, she still had to keep up appearances.

Li Shuang did not bother to argue and said: “See you tomorrow.”

She turned and left.

Liu Jun Cheng glanced back at Ye Zhao Zhao with a meaningful look, then followed.

“Junior sister, don’t be angry. She can only enjoy this last night,” Chang Le An said with rising energy: “You reached Mid Nascent Soul in just ten years. That speed is something Li Shuang cannot compare with. You are the true favored genius of heaven! You are just low key and never spar with others. Tomorrow, don’t hide your edge. Let everyone see your strength!”

A gleam flashed in Chang Le An’s eyes.

His junior sister was too kind and too low key.

Otherwise, how would Li Shuang be stealing the spotlight in the sect now?

Ye Zhao Zhao’s realm was obvious for all to see.

But no one had seen her Way of the Sword.

She often said humbly that her sword work was ordinary, but Chang Le An felt that with her amazing talent, she was probably just hiding her edge.

Before, Li Shuang often urged Ye Zhao Zhao not to be so lazy and to spend more time on sword practice.

But Zhao Zhao said she had her own way to train and did not need to grind through it like that.

Li Shuang, out of jealousy, once forced her to set practice times. Zhao Zhao followed it a few times and collapsed from exhaustion.

Everyone’s way of cultivation is different. If Li Shuang did that, how was it not targeted?

After that, Li Shuang no longer managed Zhao Zhao’s practice.

And Zhao Zhao never practiced sword work in front of them.

Ten years passed.

Even they did not know what Ye Zhao Zhao’s Way of the Sword really was.

“Zhao Zhao, I know you like to hide your edge, but this time you don’t have to. Just slap her face,” Chang Le An said.

“We are fellow disciples, no need to be like that,” Ye Zhao Zhao replied perfunctorily.

She knew her own sword level best.

A skill that needs day and night of hard practice to improve was not for her.

As long as her realm was high enough and she had enough treasures, she could still crush everyone.

For tomorrow’s match, having Long Yan control the Dragon Roar Sword would be enough.

A Manifesting Reality Sword Spirit, plus a peerless sword, plus her overwhelming realm advantage.

[How could Li Shuang win?]