Second Senior Sister Has A Highly Dangerous Profession - Chapter 64
Chapter 64
Yu Xizhi achieved three consecutive victories and even managed to give away a fried egg in the process.
The next seven matches would be random challenges, where anyone could step up to fight.
A win would count as a match, but a loss wouldn’t affect the regular standings.
Other arenas also had fighters with three wins, but most of them had struggled to secure their victories, with some even sustaining injuries.
Pushing themselves to win ten matches in a row would be unwise.
On the ten free-combat arenas, fighters on the other platforms rotated frequently.
On the massive stone tablet erected by Peak Master Han with a wave of his sleeve, names and scores cycled up and down, with most stopping at three wins and three points.
Only a few names remained consistently at the top.
It was no surprise that Senior Brother Yu Si won ten matches in a row.
Those who faced him in the first three matches could only consider themselves unlucky.
They drew their swords to fight, if only to leave with no regrets, and later boast that they had once drawn their swords against a powerhouse of the world.
Yi Zui, who had just broken through to the next realm, was also a powerhouse, just like Senior Brother Yu Si.
But why were the other three from Qianya Peak so unreasonable as well?
Someone squatted beneath the scoreboard, muttering, “Senior Brother Yu Si has ten points and has advanced. Senior Brother Yi Zui has eight points and is still fighting. Senior Sister Yu Xizhi also has eight points. Cheng Luocen has six points. And what about the one with the hoe? Huh, three points?”
Huang Li, the one with the hoe, had just won three matches and was about to continue when he suddenly noticed the sky darkening.
He slapped his forehead and said, “I won’t fight anymore. I have some things to do. I’ll come back tomorrow to continue.”
The steward was already stunned by Huang Li’s performance in the arena.
His hoe undoubtedly contained sword intent, but it was scattered and even somewhat careless, lacking any systematic structure or form.
During battles, he rarely even used the hoe, but whenever he did, he always managed to seize the moment when his opponent’s spiritual energy stagnated or block their next sword move, turning defense into offense and winning unexpectedly.
The steward felt he had never seen such sword intent before, but then suddenly recalled the chaotic sword intent he had sensed near Qianya Peak and the Sword Tomb.
He couldn’t help but feel a shock.
Wasn’t the sword intent on Huang Li’s hoe very similar to those?
The steward couldn’t help but ask, “What could be more important than the free-combat arena, Little Daoist Huang?”
Huang Li, ever polite, replied, “It’s not more important than this, but since I’ve finished three matches and advanced, I can continue the rest tomorrow. However, if I return too late, many people will go hungry.”
The steward was puzzled.
The spectators around were also momentarily confused.
What did he mean by “go hungry”? Cultivators don’t feel hunger, do they?
Then they remembered the Second Senior Sister from Muyong Peak, who used to cook three meals a day with smoke rising from her kitchen, and the various rumors and anecdotes about her.
Like how she was so skilled at making beef meatballs that Tower Master Tan took her as a personal disciple.
Or how on New Year’s Eve, Yu Si, Shen Ye, and a few other senior brothers and sisters were called to Qianya Peak for a hotpot dinner.
When they returned to Muyong Peak, the aroma of the hotpot lingered for miles, making countless people truly hungry and keeping them awake until dawn.
Huang Li said no more, politely bid farewell, tossed his hoe into the air, and rode it back to the peak.
His retreating figure looked carefree and at ease, not regretting the possibility of ten consecutive wins, nor feeling it improper to cook despite being a cultivator.
Only then did everyone suddenly realize.
This person, who used a hoe as a weapon without any shame, wouldn’t care about the thoughts running through their minds at that moment.
As for who was truly vulgar, it was hard to say.
…
With eight consecutive wins, Yu Xizhi and Yi Zui, separated by their respective arenas, simultaneously finished their ninth matches and called out, “Next!”
Further away, Cheng Luocen, looking somewhat tired but with bright eyes, had just knocked down his ninth opponent’s sword and said in a deep voice, “Next.”
Unnoticed, the sky had darkened.
Countless spirit stones lit up the night, and Ziyuan Peak sparkled with lights, the trees adorned with lanterns.
From a distance, it looked like a sea of stars, while up close, sword shadows flickered, and the clamor of voices made it as bright as day.
The arena battles would continue for several days.
The first day’s regular matches had ended, but these few had yet to complete their ten matches.
The crowds around the other arenas gradually dispersed, gathering around these three platforms.
On the stages stood three figures, all wearing the same Qianya Peak insignia on their robes.
The spectators felt they hadn’t had their fill yet.
They had witnessed so many sword techniques and moves that day.
Those who had fought on stage began to reflect on which of their sword strikes could have been sharper, which moves they could have dodged.
Those who hadn’t yet fought were itching to draw their swords and join the fray.
But some suddenly realized: why were all those aiming for ten consecutive wins from Qianya Peak?
With such a winning streak, the arenas fell silent for a moment, and no one dared to step up.
Shen Ye had no matches that day and stood beside Yu Si, feeling the itch to fight.
But after watching Yu Xizhi’s matches, he lowered his voice and said, “Old Yu, why don’t I go up and fight? It doesn’t count for points, so win or lose, it doesn’t matter.”
But Yu Si stopped him.
“You might not care, but this is Zhizhi’s last match. If you want to spar with her, you can do it anytime. She’s already fought nine matches. Why do you have to go now? If you want to fight, go find Yi Zui.”
Shen Ye snorted.
“You’re biased. Hasn’t Yi Zui also fought nine matches? That guy’s cunning and sly. I’m not familiar with his talisman techniques. Losing would be embarrassing. No, no, if you want to go, you go.”
“Zhizhi is my sister. Shouldn’t I be biased toward her? Why would I be biased toward you?”
Yu Si retorted, but then suddenly paused.
“Eh, who’s that?”
Shen Ye didn’t go up, but two voices rang out almost simultaneously.
“Jiang Chongli, personal disciple of Liuguang Peak, requests a match!”
“Chi Nan, personal disciple of Xuecan Peak, requests a match!”
The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted.
The Kunwu Mountain Sect had five peaks.
Excluding Qianya Peak, which didn’t take disciples, the other four peaks each had their personal disciples.
Yu Si was the senior brother among the personal disciples of Taiqing Peak, and since Taiqing Peak was the main peak of Kunwu Mountain, all disciples in the sect addressed him as “Senior Brother Yu.”
The other three peaks naturally had their own senior brothers.
For example, Shen Ye was the senior brother of Ziyuan Peak’s personal disciples, while the two who had just spoken were the senior sister and senior brother of Liuguang Peak and Xuecan Peak, respectively.
Yu Si’s cultivation was undoubtedly in a league of its own, but after him, everyone believed that Senior Sister Jiang Chongli of Liuguang Peak, Senior Brother Chi Nan of Xuecan Peak, and Senior Brother Shen Ye of Ziyuan Peak should be the next powerhouses.
However, Yi Zui had unexpectedly beaten them to it, though this didn’t diminish the fact that they were all at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.
Yu Xizhi had fought her way from Qi Refining to late Foundation Establishment, winning effortlessly and even learning sword techniques from some of her opponents along the way.
This made people wonder if sword techniques had become so easy to master, and they began to ponder what level Yu Xizhi was actually at.
Now, it seemed the only explanation was that she was also at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
If others couldn’t defeat her, what about Senior Sister Jiang Chongli or Senior Brother Chi Nan?
“Don’t all focus on Second Senior Sister,” Yi Zui’s voice came from afar.
“Senior Sister Jiang, why don’t we have a match? We’re both sword and talisman cultivators. I’d like to see whose talismans are stronger.”
With Yi Zui’s words, Jiang Chongli couldn’t refuse.
She had originally wanted to test Yu Xizhi’s sword skills, but since strong opponents would eventually meet, there was no rush.
She gave a slight bow to Yu Xizhi and gestured to Chi Nan to proceed, then turned and headed to Yi Zui’s arena.
Chi Nan then leaped onto the stage, clasped his hands in salute to Yu Xizhi, and stood firm.
“I have no matches today, but Junior Sister Yu has already fought nine matches. No matter how you look at it, I have the advantage. As the senior brother of Xuecan Peak, I shouldn’t have stepped up. But after seeing Junior Sister’s sword and her match with Shi Tian, I couldn’t resist. I hope Junior Sister can forgive me.”
Yu Xizhi shook her sword, not particularly moved by his words, but her tone remained gentle.
“What do I need to forgive you for? For interrupting my ten-win streak? Or for stepping up after I’ve fought nine matches? If you were itching to fight, why didn’t you come for the fourth match? Why wait until the end?”
“I was too hesitant,” Chi Nan admitted openly.
“I’ll let Junior Sister have three moves.”
Yu Xizhi chuckled.
“This is a sword fight, not a game of chess. You can’t just give me three moves. If you let me have three moves, you might not get a chance for a fourth.”
Chi Nan was taken aback, then smiled apologetically, his respect for Yu Xizhi growing.
“I underestimated Junior Sister. My mistake.”
Yu Xizhi said no more.
She had fought nine matches, and while she wasn’t exhausted, she wasn’t at her peak either.
Even Yi Zui felt his spiritual energy draining, and Cheng Luocen was running on sheer fighting spirit.
Only Yu Xizhi felt her spiritual energy still abundant, as if nothing had changed.
She was slightly puzzled, but the thought only flickered through her mind.
After all, for her, even though she had suppressed her realm, she was still a powerhouse fighting against those at a lower level.
There was always a sense of superiority.
“Senior Brother Chi, please,” Yu Xizhi’s hand rested on her sword once more.
Chi Nan returned the salute, his expression turning serious.
“Junior Brother Shi’s Duye Dan Sword lacked some refinement. Junior Sister, let’s see how my sword compares.”
Sword intent rose, and the elixir shattered.
If Shi Tian’s sword was like a sweeping wind, Chi Nan’s sword was like a raging tidal wave!
Despite being an alchemist from Xuecan Peak, usually slow and deliberate in speech and action, with a gentle and patient temperament—some even said he resembled the legendary Tower Master Tan in his youth—his sword intent was overwhelming!
“Good sword,” Yu Xizhi’s eyes lit up, and she praised him sincerely.
The sword intent of someone at the peak of Foundation Establishment, just a step away from the next realm, was something that had been seen before.
But Chi Nan’s sword intent was full and sharp, with a hidden edge, clearly touching the threshold of the next realm but waiting for the right moment to break through.
Yanxiao rang out as it left its sheath.
Yu Xizhi’s footwork shifted, but her sword technique wasn’t the Duye Dan Sword.
Instead, starlight began to dot the air.
“The fourth move of Taiqing’s Moon Gazing!”
someone recognized it and exclaimed.
Xia Yiyao, watching from below, was stunned. Yu Xizhi’s sword technique was fluid and prefect, clearly not something she had just learned that day.
“How… how does she know this move?”
Xia Yiyao covered her mouth, suppressing a gasp.
Starlight filled the sky, like a distant Milky Way.
Yanxiao trembled slightly in the air, its sword light not dazzling, even overshadowed by the surrounding lanterns.
Yet it precisely interrupted Chi Nan’s next move, which had aimed to cross the river of stars.
To gaze at the river of stars was to gaze at the rivers and streams of the mortal world. How could it compare to the sword intent of the starry sky?
Yu Xizhi’s sword had cut through Chi Nan’s intent to cross the river of stars, leaving him momentarily stunned.
