Chapter 14: The Uncanny Prediction

Below, the disciples chattered amongst themselves, their voices a cacophony of speculation.

Simultaneously, a potent wave of chilling energy erupted from the arena, its formidable aura forcibly pushing back the nearby disciples several meters.

Indeed, had a spiritual energy barrier not enveloped the platform, those individuals would likely have been sent flying.

Qian Xiaoyu couldn’t help but swallow, her gaze fixed on the arena where the two combatants moved with such blurring speed that she could barely discern their forms.

If these two possessed such immense power, she mused, just how truly formidable must the Chief Senior Brother be?

An undeniable anticipation for this final battle began to stir within her.

It wasn’t just Qian Xiaoyu; the remaining disciples, too, seemed to share this burgeoning sentiment.

Beside Yu Lingyue, Hua Yaoyao gazed at Qin Yangjun with an expression of pure adoration.

‘When will I ever be as unburdened and carefree as Senior Brother?’ she mused.

Thus, Qin Yangjun, who should have been nothing more than an observer, inexplicably became the focal point of everyone’s attention.

Beneath the disciples’ fervent, burning gazes, even the elders began to sense the peculiar shift in attention.

Yet, none of them stirred.

After all, with the Sect Master present, any form of correction or guidance fell squarely upon their shoulders, not the elders’.

Then, Qin Yangjun, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly received a sharp flick to the forehead.

He jolted awake, his eyes still heavy with sleep, a dazed expression on his face.

“Hmm… what? Is it my turn?” he mumbled, clearly not yet fully coherent.

‘He actually fell asleep?’

Mu Xianxian, standing nearby, found herself utterly speechless.

She had assumed he was merely meditating with his eyes closed, never once imagining he was truly lost to slumber.

“You, truly, have no pressure at all,” she sighed, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

“Don’t you know the adage that arrogant soldiers are bound to lose?”

Mu Xianxian looked at Qin Yangjun with a profound sense of helplessness.

She had previously believed her younger brother had matured, but it seemed he still required considerable tempering.

“My apologies, Older Sister,” Qin Yangjun responded, stifling another yawn, his eyes remaining half-closed.

“I didn’t get enough rest earlier.”

He already knew the precise outcome of the battle, rendering him entirely uncurious about the ongoing fight.

‘Didn’t get enough rest?’ she scoffed internally.

‘He truly believes himself a mere mortal, doesn’t he? Who would ever fall for such a flimsy excuse?’

At that precise moment, the Grand Elder, who had remained silent until now, suddenly interjected.

“Jun’er, you are indeed quite carefree,” he remarked, a subtle glint in his eye.

“Since you possess such unwavering confidence in your own strength, why not venture a guess as to who your final opponent will be?”

As he spoke, he subtly glanced at Mu Xianxian.

Noticing her lack of expression, his confidence swelled considerably.

After all, Yueyao was his cherished disciple, and to see her treated with such blatant disregard naturally caused him a degree of discomfort.

Currently, Jiang Yanfeng undeniably held the upper hand over Yueyao in the arena.

Everyone present, with the sole exception of the handful of elders and the Sect Master, would undoubtedly believe Jiang Yanfeng was destined to win.

The Grand Elder was already poised and ready to teach this presumptuous young man a valuable lesson.

“Yueyao,” Qin Yangjun murmured softly, his eyes still closed, chin propped casually in his hand.

He resembled someone who had just awakened, still half-lost in the haze of sleep.

“Haha, Jun’er, you… wait, who did you say?”

The Grand Elder paused, a look of belated astonishment spreading across his face.

The surrounding elders, too, couldn’t help but cast peculiar, questioning glances in their direction.

“The ultimate victor will undoubtedly be Junior Sister Yueyao.”

Qin Yangjun then slightly opened his eyes, directing his gaze towards the arena.

At that precise moment, Yueyao had been relentlessly pushed to the very edge of the platform by Jiang Yanfeng, seemingly just one step away from being forced out of bounds.

At this point, even Mu Xianxian found her interest profoundly piqued.

“Yao’er has clearly been suppressed this entire time,” she observed, “and is now on the verge of being pushed off the arena.Why, then, do you believe she will ultimately win?”

Qin Yangjun merely offered a slight smile, stretching his limbs with a languid grace.

Below, Jiang Yanfeng had already launched himself, charging fiercely towards Yueyao.

“Phantom Spirit Step…”

No sooner had Qin Yangjun’s words fallen than Yueyao erupted with a sudden burst of spiritual energy, vanishing from her original spot only to reappear, as if by magic, directly behind Jiang Yanfeng.

“Lion-Tiger Roar…”

Sensing the imminent danger, Jiang Yanfeng let out a fierce, guttural roar, the combined might of a lion’s bellow and a tiger’s snarl exploding from his very being.

ROAR!

The earth-shattering roar unleashed a powerful wave of air, which slammed into Yueyao, sending her tumbling…

As Qin Yangjun continued his uncanny commentary, the disciples who had been loudly cheering were now utterly bewildered, their enthusiastic shouts gradually dying down into stunned silence.

Qin Yangjun’s voice continued its chillingly accurate commentary.

“Seven Shadows Sword Art…”

The Yueyao who had been knocked backward dissolved into a mere illusion, dissipating completely.

The very next second, seven spectral sword shadows materialized, enveloping Jiang Yanfeng and trapping him in their midst.

These seven shadows then coalesced into seven piercing beams of sword light, all lunging towards Jiang Yanfeng.

“Rockfall Guard…”

Yueyao’s offensive was incredibly swift and fierce, leaving Jiang Yanfeng no time whatsoever to dodge.

He abruptly pressed his palms together, and a surging tide of earthy-yellow spiritual energy erupted, enveloping him and successfully deflecting the seven beams of sword light.

Yet, in that precise, fleeting instant, Yueyao reappeared silently behind Jiang Yanfeng.

“Frigid Condensation Palm.”

Following Qin Yangjun’s final, quiet pronouncement, a wave of chilling energy condensed rapidly in Yueyao’s palm, causing Jiang Yanfeng’s pupils to contract sharply.

Then, with a muffled groan, Jiang Yanfeng was struck squarely by the palm, the force of the impact sending him skidding several meters across the ground.

Concurrently, Qin Yangjun yawned once more, his eyes drifting shut again.

“Just half a step out of bounds,” he murmured, “and there you have it—Yueyao wins.”

‘There was no deviation here; it was exactly as described in the book.’

‘When this book first came out, it was very much to his liking.

He had read the early chapters diligently, which was why he remembered this particular segment so clearly.’

At that precise moment, the judge’s voice resonated clearly from below.

“Jiang Yanfeng is half a step out of bounds! Yueyao wins!”

An absolute hush descended upon the entire viewing stands, and even the disciples below stood utterly dumbfounded, like statues carved from wood.

The training ground, which should have been overflowing with triumphant cheers, was now eerily silent.

More astonishing than the thrilling battle itself was the Chief Senior Brother, who seemed to possess an almost supernatural foresight, consistently predicting the course of the battle long before it unfolded.

He even knew the specific moves an opponent would employ before they were even executed.

“Oh my goodness…” Qian Xiaoyu whispered, her voice filled with a hushed awe from below.

“This Chief Senior Brother is simply too astonishing!

At the very end, he didn’t even need to watch, yet he knew exactly how far Senior Brother Jiang was sent flying.

How on earth did he manage that?”

“I don’t know either,” Yu Lingyue admitted, her face also etched with profound shock; this Chief Senior Brother seemed even more unfathomable than she had ever imagined.

On the other side of the viewing area, Hua Yaoyao, overhearing their hushed conversation, placed her hands on her hips and gave a soft, confident huff.

“Our Chief Senior Brother possesses immense capabilities,” she declared.

“You’ll undoubtedly witness even more incredible feats in the future.”

Even the most well-informed among the elders took a considerable time to fully recover their senses.

The Grand Elder and Fifth Elder were cultivators of the Mahayana Realm, while the others resided in the Void Refinement Realm; thus, their ability to discern the battle’s outcome was entirely normal.

Had Qin Yangjun employed some intricate secret art to achieve this feat, it would also have been logically justifiable.

However, the young man before them had displayed no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever when speaking.

How could he, a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator, make such precise and accurate predictions in a battle of peers, relying solely on his physical eyes from such an astonishing distance?

“Penetrating Insight (TL Note: A rare spiritual talent allowing for brief precognition, usually achieved at Nascent Soul stage)... your spiritual sense has already reached the Nascent Soul level?”

Penetrating Insight?!

The elders couldn’t help but be deeply shaken by the pronouncement, particularly the Second Elder, who specialized in soul cultivation.

This Penetrating Insight was an exceptionally rare spiritual talent, a form of precognition that bordered on a true sixth sense.

Although the premonition it granted lasted only about one or two breaths, it was nonetheless a profoundly coveted talent for any cultivator.

For in the heat of battle, victory or defeat could be decided in the blink of an eye, and a mere one or two breaths were often enough to decisively turn the tide.

However, according to ancient records, for this talent to awaken, one’s spiritual soul must at the very least reach the Nascent Soul level.

If it were to awaken at the Golden Core stage, that would be an unprecedented feat, enough to rewrite the annals of history itself.

Simultaneously, these four words also jolted Qin Yangjun fully awake.

‘Penetrating Insight—wasn’t that a passive ability the female protagonist awakened during her Nascent Soul stage?’ he mused.

‘She could awaken it due to her unique bloodline and inherent talent.As for me, a mere villain, I should have absolutely no connection to this.Why, then, is it suddenly being attributed to me?’

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