Chapter 818 - 762: Precision Mine-Stepping

Chapter 818: Chapter 762: Precision Mine-Stepping

As the last two rounds of the arena battles were about to begin, a sudden wind arose in the central plaza of Qingyun Realm, enveloping the entire square in azure mist. The ground beneath everyone trembled, and the white jade stone bricks gradually turned into illusions as slender grass rapidly grew from the soil, emitting bursts of refreshing fragrance.

In just a moment, when the azure mist had completely dissipated, the scene before everyone changed dramatically.

A gentle breeze swirled green waves, and the prairie smelled of subtle floral scents.

No longer was it the grandiose White Jade Plaza, but instead an endless expanse of verdant grasslands as far as the eye could see, with white flowers dotted like stars, swaying in the wind.

The sky was as blue as if washed clean, with clouds rolling and drifting. Gazing in all four directions of the prairie, Jiang Yuebai vaguely saw the four Heaven Pillars mentioned in the books, standing tall in the four corners of this realm.

When she focused her gaze once more, the corners seemed empty, yet in her Divine Sense and peripheral vision, the four Heaven Pillars indeed existed.

"The match list is out!"

The surrounding cultivators shouted, and Jiang Yuebai withdrew her gaze to look at the golden characters floating in the sky, this time simply bypassing the pretense of drawing lots, with the Mahayana Immortal Monarch directly designating the battle pairings.

Jiang Yuebai versus Pei Shengyue,

Lu Nanzhi versus Xie Jingshan.

Seeing this result, Jiang Yuebai was not surprised. According to the previous pattern where opponents were often of the same type, Anan and Xie Jingshan indeed had a higher likelihood of facing each other.

Jiang Yuebai glanced at Lu Nanzhi beside her, looking unchanged, only regrettably saying, "Too bad I can’t battle Pei Shengyue."

She turned her head to look not far away, where Xie Jingshan was sitting in the grass, pouring medication from a bottle into his mouth. His face was already pale, his hands trembling as if he might burst into tears.

"Ah, Heaven is going to destroy me, Xie Jingshan!"

Xie Jingshan fell backward, lying straight in the grass, eyes shut tight, pretending to be dead.

Around him, the disciples of the True Martial Immortal Sect scratched their heads in confusion, not knowing why Xie Jingshan feared Lu Nanzhi when he had defeated Zhao Benlei, who was also Late-Stage Nascent Soul like him, and Lu Nanzhi didn’t seem much stronger.

Jiang Yuebai chuckled quietly, noticing Shen Huaxi standing next to Zhao Benlei, wiping blood off his hands as he shook his head with amused disbelief.

Others may not understand Xie Jingshan’s fear, but those who grew up with him knew all too well.

As a child, Xie Jingshan wanted to compete with Lu Nanzhi in everything, but no matter how hard he tried, Lu Nanzhi always outshone him. Later, Jiang Yuebai emerged, pushing him from being the perennial second place to the perennial third.

To Xie Jingshan, Lu Nanzhi and Jiang Yuebai were subconsciously deemed as people he could never surpass in his lifetime.

Moreover, both Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan were Sword Cultivators, and when young in the Heavenly Interence Sect, Xie Jingshan was practically Lu Nanzhi’s dedicated sparring partner, getting beaten to tears several times a day.

Every match between Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan was overseen by Shen Huaxi, ensuring that when Lu Nanzhi got heated, he wouldn’t cut off Xie Jingshan’s head.

During that time, Shen Huaxi’s medical skill improved by leaps and bounds, partly thanks to them.

"Anan, they’re grown-ups now and need dignity; give him some face." Jiang Yuebai said to Lu Nanzhi, stifling her laughter.

Lu Nanzhi smiled, "Got it, I won’t aim for his face."

Upon hearing this, the pretending dead Xie Jingshan lifted his head abruptly, his lower lip trembling, and accused Lu Nanzhi with eyes full of grievance and silent protest against her ’heartlessness’.

"Hahahahaha~"

Jiang Yuebai couldn’t hold back her laughter, her silvery laughter floating away with the gentle breeze, spreading across the grasslands.

The final matches would proceed one by one, starting first with Jiang Yuebai versus Pei Shengyue.

This time, they were given twelve hours to rest, with various cultivators supporting Pei Shengyue sitting around her, discussing Jiang Yuebai’s previous performances, trying to find flaws for Pei Shengyue to exploit.

But after discussing for a long time, they realized that Jiang Yuebai’s quirks seemed beyond their comprehension.

At a gradient of the prairie, Pei Shengyue sat cross-legged beside a winding stream, gazing across at Jiang Yuebai on the opposite slope, though far apart, their eyes met in the air, sparking invisible tension.

Jiangg Ling’er produced a heap of bottles and jars, her hands busy with spells, restoring Pei Shengyue to peak condition.

"Shengyue, don’t move. Let me redo your hair; even our bun must be prettier than hers. Let’s change your clothes too, I’ve picked out a new outfit for you."

Jiangg Ling’er busied herself, dressing Pei Shengyue in full splendor, even smoothing out the small pimples on Pei Shengyue’s forehead with High-Level Healing Technique.

"No matter what mischievous means she has, under my blade, they are all futile!"

Pei Shengyue was full of confidence, having no fear against someone eccentric like Jiang Yuebai, whom even Shen Huaxi couldn’t outclass.

Beside Pei Shengyue, Ye Tianlang sat on the ground, clutching Pei Shengyue’s Horse-Cutting Saber, nodding fervently, breathing on it and rubbing it with his sleeve until it shone like a mirror, preening his hair in its reflection.

"Yes, make her taste defeat and avenge our brothers!"

After Ye Tianlang spoke, two sharp gazes shot from behind Pei Shengyue, precisely from Shi Yuming and Zuo Qiuhe, who had lost to Jiang Yuebai.

Ye Tianlang suddenly shivered, looking up to see the two, especially Shi Yuming, who was built like a tower, thick and robust, with eyes as wide as bronze bells.

Ye Tianlang spoke without thinking, sneering, "Shi Yuming, why are your eyes so wide?"

Shi Yuming: !!!

Shi Yuming trembled all over, raising his hand with the intent to pounce on Ye Tianlang, ready to throttle him.

"Calm down, Brother Shi, calm down." Zuo Qiuhe quickly raised an arm to block Shi Yuming.

But Shi Yuming was too powerful, his elbow sharply colliding with Zuo Qiuhe’s face, who grunted and covered his nose, blood seeping through his fingers.

His nose, which he had just stopped bleeding, started again.

Ye Tianlang, seeing this, laughed outright, clutching his stomach.

"Hahahahaha~~~"

Zuo Qiuhe: ...

Ye Tianlang fell into the grass, laughing continuously, while Pei Shengyue and Jiangg Ling’er next to him looked to the heavens in exasperation, shaking their heads in unison.

Zuo Qiuhe’s eyes darkened, reaching out a hand to grab Ye Tianlang.

With a sudden gust of wind, Ye Tianlang’s laughter stopped abruptly, dropping the Horse-Cutting Saber as he shot away like lightning, vanishing in the depths of the prairie.

Zuo Qiuhe wiped his nosebleed, flipped out a zither, strumming a string of deadly sound waves to cut down a swath of grass leaves. Shi Yuming snorted loudly, rolled up his sleeves, and chased after him.

"Idiot!"

In the distance, Brothers Wu Yang and Wu Chao sneered in chorus, continuing to clang and hammer the Magic Treasures in their hands, those damaged previously by Pei Shengyue; they offered to repair them for free so Pei Shengyue could give Jiang Yuebai a hard time.

Fengg Zhuxin sat alone by a river, with grass swaying beside him, a hint of a smile on his lips, sketching the outlines of their antics on a drawing scroll.

They, who had been nurtured from a young age as prodigies, often traveled with the elders of their sect families to visit other sect families, sometimes dwelling briefly to exchange and learn, cultivating closer bonds than outsiders.

Across from them, Jiang Yuebai was equally surrounded by many friends. Lu Nanzhi gave Jiang Yuebai a trusting glance, while Xie Jingshan from the True Martial Immortal Sect stacked various Elixirs into a small hill before her.

Shen Huaxi, the courteous gentleman, clutched the Memory Jade of Pei Shengyue’s prior matches, narrating endlessly by Jiang Yuebai’s ear.

Many cultivators supporting Jiang Yuebai spoke words of encouragement.

Fengg Zhuxin saw Jiang Yuebai looking radiant and confident, then glanced at the proudly poised, battle-spirited Pei Shengyue, almost laughing.

"Indeed, they are quite similar~"