Even more gazes filled with condemnation, like knives, were thrown towards her body. As though they wanted to peel off a layer of her skin. Zhu Yao wanted to cry. Don't be like this. What happened to friendship first, competition second? She really did not mean to interfere with the competition.
Just when she was about to be swallowed alive by the surrounding people's gazes, a figure flashed in front of her, and a white figure appeared in front of her. A terrifying pressure spread out in all directions, as though it was a silent threat. Those dissatisfied gazes, were instantly retracted.
"Master!" The master who saved her from suffering.
Yu Yan still had a cold expression, as he lightly glanced at her. "The sky is about to turn dark."
With a wave of his sleeves, without explaining a single word, he carried his own disciple and flew back to Jade Forest Mountain, leaving behind a crowd that could not even react in time.
Zi Mo silently looked at the direction the two of them disappeared to, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Ancestral-martial uncle, you're so openly selfish, and left behind such a mess for him. Are you really a man?
Deeply sighing, Zi Mo regained his senses. After all, he was the Sect Master who specialized in wiping his own butt!
"Kuh kuh! This competition, Xiao Yi is the victor. In this Inter-Sect Tournament, he's the number one in the Essence group. "When these words came out, the discussions in the arena finally stopped.
Xiao Yi endured the tumbling blood in his chest, as he forcefully stood up and bowed. "Thank you, Sect Master."
Wang Xuzhi stood up and left the arena. This was an expected result. This competition was indeed his loss. As expected, he was still not strong enough. Raising his head, he looked at the direction Zhu Yao left to, and for some reason, a little melancholy rose. Recalling the scene of the falling gigantic sword earlier, he could not help but frown.
Just as Zi Mo was about to announce the opponent's reward, he was stopped by a high-pitched bird cry.
Sovereign Feng Yi, the only female amongst the Demigod-stage practitioners who sat on the Luan, slowly stood up. It was just a simple action, yet, it was done like a fairy. Gently raising her left hand, Xiao Yi, who was still kneeling on the ground earlier, suddenly rose into the air, flew towards the tall stage, and stopped at the empty spectator's stand below the tall stage.
"You, are called Xiao Yi?" An ethereal voice, resounded like heavenly music.
Xiao Yi simply felt as though a heavenly melody had floated over from the horizon. Every single word struck his heart, and he could not help but kneel down. "I am … this disciple."
Feng Yi's phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and only after a while did she continue. "Are you willing to enter my tutelage?"
Xiao Yi was startled. Not only him, even everyone present could not believe their own ears. A Demigod Sovereign wanted to take in a disciple. Furthermore, she was the only female among all the Soul Formation Stage Supremacies in the cultivation world. It was said that she had never accepted a disciple.
Seeing that he did not reply for a long time, Feng Yi lightly frowned. "You're unwilling?"
"No, this disciple is willing." Xiao Yi was filled with immense joy and emotions, and he could only bite his lips hard to prevent his tears from falling. Initially, he had thought that even if he obtained first place, he would only be able to return to the Inner Sect. He never expected that he would actually have such a fortuitous encounter. As expected, there were still people who treated him well in this world. He slowly bent down and performed the most sincere bow. "Disciple greets Master."
Feng Yi nodded. Forming a seal with one of her hands, a ray of light shot straight towards the center of Xiao Yi's brows, leaving behind a luan-shaped imprint.
He was actually a direct disciple. Sounds of gasps could be heard from the surroundings.
And all of this, Zhu Yao, who was currently being carried home by her master like a puppy, was completely unaware of it.
The moment she reached the mountain peak, she immediately condensed an innocent face, and looked pitifully at her master. "Master … I really didn't do it on purpose. I don't know what happened back then either."
"Really, I swear!" Zhu Yao raised one of her hands. No matter how stupid she was, she knew that it was a one-on-one match.
"It's definitely because of that great spiritual sword."
"The moment I saw that spiritual sword, my entire body felt strange."
"You didn't do anything wrong!" Yu Yan finally replied.
"Yes, it's not my fault. Eh? Master, what did you say? "
Her master coldly glanced at her, his face was filled with disdain. "What that person condensed was not a spiritual sword."
"Ah?" If it wasn't a spiritual sword, could it be a blade? Master, don't joke around.
"That's Sword Intent." Yu Yan lightly said.
"Sword Intent!" Zhu Yao was stunned. "Isn't Sword Intent something that can only be cultivated by Azoth and above sword practitioners?"
"In theory, that's the case." Yu Yan frowned. That Sword Intent was hidden very deeply, even a Demigod-stage practitioner would find it hard to see through it with a single glance. "Since he's able to cultivate Sword Intent, he definitely has a mystical treasure on him."
This was a definite sentence, and not a question.
"No wonder, he was able to re-cultivate to an Essence Paragon so quickly."
"It's not an Essence Paragon!" Yu Yan once again gave her an idiotic look. "That mystical treasure of his, not only can it conceal his Sword Intent, it can also conceal his cultivation level. His current cultivation level should be at the middle stages of Foundation."
Zhu Yao widened her eyes. Middle stages of Foundation! Heavens, this was not as simple as the counterattack of a loser. This was definitely the rhythm of walking to the peak of life.
A thought flashed in her mind. She finally understood why she kept feeling that he was a little strange. This experience, was evidently the treatment a male protagonist received in a novel!
"Master, do you know what mystical treasure that is?" A male protagonist who was bullied since he was young, coincidentally obtained a mystical treasure, and then, he killed monsters to level up, and from then on, walked to the peak of life. The more Zhu Yao thought about it, the more she felt he resembled Xiao Yi.
"Although I don't know what mystical treasure it is, it will definitely be of great help to his Spirit Veins. That's why his cultivation level rose so quickly, and he was even able to comprehend Sword Intent. " Yu Yan frowned, and turned to look at his stupid disciple. "Sword Intent cannot be compared to spiritual swords, and normal Mystic Arts are basically unable to resist it. However, what you guided down earlier was a Heavenly Lightning. Although it cannot be compared to Tribulation Lightning, it's still the purest energy in the world. That's why it was able to disperse Sword Intent. "
"Master, you're saying …" Zhu Yao stiffened.
"Without that Heavenly Lightning, the other person would already be a corpse."
Zhu Yao's expression instantly paled, and a lingering fear rose in the depths of her heart. Fear instantly invaded her entire body. Under a freak combination of circumstances, she actually saved this little demon's life. Although she understood that behind every single rising male protagonist, there would be a bunch of cannon fodder lying on the ground. However, she had never thought that the people by her side would become cannon fodder as well.
Seeing that his disciple did not speak for a long while, Yu Yan raised his hand and stroked her head. "Don't worry. Although he has a mystical treasure and a heavenly opportunity, your opportunity is not any lesser than his. "Her heavenly affinity with lightning spiritual energy was so great that even a mystical treasure could not compare to it, right?
Zhu Yao's thoughts were still immersed in little wimp's safety, and she nodded her head randomly. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. A life had almost been lost in just a single competition, what would happen in the future? "Master, you're talking about little wimp, I mean, Wang Xuzhi will be fine, right?"
Yu Yan's brows deeply furrowed. She was actually this worried about the safety of an outsider?
Recalling how his stupid disciple was happily chatting with that brat earlier, and how intimate they looked, to the point where she had even forgotten to look at her master on the stage, he suddenly felt displeased, as though his family's good cabbage was suddenly eaten by a pig.
"He's Zi Mo's disciple, if there's anything, his master will naturally take care of it." He coldly glanced at her, and gave her a 'worrying for nothing' expression.
Zhu Yao curled her lips. If it's not your child, of course you won't be worried, right? It was just a competition, and he had already used a killing move. Who knew if something would happen again in the future. Taking ten thousand steps back, even if he did not do it openly, he would definitely stab him in the back. She had a deep impression of Xiao Yi's twisted worldview.
"Master, do you have any defensive-type mystic treasures that I can borrow?"
Yu Yan's expression instantly sank to the freezing point. She wanted to gift his mystic treasures to that brat? His mood became even more displeased.
"No!" Even if he did, he would not give it to her. He was not interested in raising someone else's disciple, and it was already very hard to raise his own disciple.
"Eh? Master, didn't they say that the higher a practitioner's cultivation level is, the more treasures they would have?" Master, you're teasing me.
"These are all external objects. Cultivation depends on oneself."
"Master!"
"Rest early. In a few days, I will teach you new Mystic Arts." After saying that, his figure flashed, and he could no longer be found.
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