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Qin Yangjun’s gaze fell upon the longsword resting on the stone table, its common scabbard adorned with several spirit stones.
In truth, spirit stones inlaid on a scabbard held little practical significance; such ornamentation was likely merely Mu Xianxian’s personal preference.
With a single gesture, Qin Yangjun summoned Blood Chant directly into his hand.
Clang!
As Blood Chant was drawn, a surge of blood qi erupted, and in that instant, Qin Yangjun faintly felt a warm current coursing up the blade and into his body.
His internal spiritual energy began to stir restlessly.
Qin Yangjun looked at the spirit sword in his hand; within the blood-colored grooves of Blood Chant, a sanguine aura swirled, emanating an overbearing killing intent.
Injecting a wisp of spiritual energy, Qin Yangjun lightly flicked the sword in his hand.
Boom!
A burst of sword qi erupted, instantly carving a gaping hole in Qin Yangjun’s courtyard wall.
Ah Ling’s eyes sparkled with a hint of brilliance.
“As expected of the Sect Master’s former personal sword—this blade is in no way inferior to a Grade Seven Spirit Sword.”
Compared to Ah Ling’s excitement, Qin Yangjun remained considerably calmer; with a casual flourish of his wrist, he executed a sword flower before sheathing Blood Chant.
It was an excellent sword, surpassing even his expectations.
Alas, in this Heavenly Ranking List competition, all participants were required to use identical weapons and forbidden from consuming medicinal pills.
The contest truly hinged on raw strength.
Qin Yangjun glanced up at the sky.
“Let’s go, Ah Ling, to the Combat Arena.”
“Understood, Young Master.”
The two arrived at the Combat Arena on their flying swords, and from their vantage point high in the sky, the ground below was already a sea of people.
Two figures darted back and forth across the elevated platform, flames and hurricanes erupting on the stage, clearly indicating that the competition had already begun.
However, Qin Yangjun was in no hurry; as the Chief Disciple, he was the anchor of the event.
He would only compete after all these others had finished.
Strictly speaking, the preceding matches had little to do with him.
Yet, considering that the Sect Master and several Grand Elders had already arrived, it would be far too ostentatious for him to make a grand late entrance.
To avoid disturbing the ongoing battles below, Qin Yangjun descended at the edge of the crowd.
But as the Chief Disciple of the sect, Qin Yangjun naturally possessed an aura that drew all eyes; his arrival instantly captured the attention of many.
“Isn’t that Chief Disciple Qin? Did you get so caught up in doting on your little maid that you forgot the time?”
A sneering voice drifted from the side, causing Ah Ling’s expression to turn frigid; she formed a claw with one hand, and an aura began to condense within her palm.
Just as Ah Ling prepared to teach this sarcastic provocateur a lesson,
Qin Yangjun offered a faint smile, gently pressing down on Ah Ling’s small hand, and softly said,
“There’s no need.”
Snapping his folding fan shut, Qin Yangjun turned around, revealing an exceedingly warm smile.
His words preceded his full presence.
“Who do we have here? If it isn’t our perennial third-place Senior Brother Jiang!”
Qin Yangjun fully turned.
He saw a red-haired young man in a white long gown staring intently at him.
However, the challenging smirk that had previously graced his face was now frozen.
Jiang Yanfeng.
He was the Fifth Elder’s disciple, ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking List, and like Qin Yangjun, he was also in the mid-stage Golden Core realm.
Jiang Yanfeng was a man of immense arrogance, yet he was perpetually overshadowed by Qin Yangjun and Yueyao, earning him the moniker of ‘third-place’.
Despite this, he had always looked down upon Qin Yangjun, who he believed had gained his position through connections, and had challenged him numerous times in the original storyline.
Later, he was, unsurprisingly, eliminated.
And it was the person currently standing beside Qin Yangjun who had done the deed.
Jiang Yanfeng clenched his fists.
“Hmph! Don’t get arrogant, Qin Yangjun! This time, I’ll definitely pull you down from your Chief Disciple position!”
“A very commendable dream, but with your current strength, you won’t even pass Junior Sister Yue’s hurdle, Junior—Broth—er!”
Qin Yangjun enunciated the last three words with deliberate weight; by age, Jiang Yanfeng was several years older than Qin Yangjun, so calling him ‘Junior Brother’ was purely a matter of status, a clear provocation that Jiang Yanfeng, infuriatingly, could not refute.
At this moment, Qin Yangjun’s smiling face was an utter eyesore; Jiang Yanfeng wished nothing more than to strike him with a punch.
Yet, he knew he couldn’t.
After all, he had initiated the provocation; if he were to resort to violence now, disqualification would be the least of his worries, and he might even be banished to mine spiritual ore.
“Then let us wait and see (TL Note: A Chinese idiom, ‘qí lǘ kàn chàng běn,’ meaning to observe how events unfold without interference), Chief—Disci—ple Qin!”
Seething with suppressed anger, Jiang Yanfeng directly turned and departed.
Qin Yangjun chuckled softly, finding Jiang Yanfeng unworthy of his full attention, and then his gaze subtly shifted.
He looked towards the cool, elegant figure in the crowd, and Yueyao happened to be looking back in their direction.
Qin Yangjun smiled and gave a greeting, to which Yueyao responded with a complex expression.
She had clearly heard his words just now.
She was increasingly certain that Qin Yangjun already knew of her strength, regardless of how he had discovered it.
Yet, even after learning of her breakthrough, he remained so remarkably composed.
Could it be that he truly possessed some hidden trump card she was unaware of?
The more Yueyao pondered, the more unsettled her heart became.
Genius cultivators were inherently proud; no one desired to be second. She viewed this Heavenly Ranking List competition as an opportunity to prove her strength, for which she had prepared for a very long time.
Initially, she had been supremely confident, and even her master believed she could catch Qin Yangjun off guard.
But now, her mind was growing increasingly chaotic, for she realized that Qin Yangjun was not as simple as she had imagined.
After greeting Yueyao, Qin Yangjun walked directly towards the observation deck above.
A seat had been left vacant beside Mu Xianxian.
This was not a viewing spot reserved for the Chief Disciple, but specifically for Qin Yangjun.
After all, he was someone with connections.
After briefly greeting the elders and his sister, Qin Yangjun took his seat, with Ah Ling standing quietly at his side.
Time passed swiftly, and the battles below remained fiercely intense.
For Qin Yangjun, a man from the twenty-first century, watching such martial arts competitions felt somewhat akin to watching a fantasy movie.
The Heavenly Ranking List of the Imperial Sky Sect comprised only nine individuals.
Even accounting for recovery time between battles, the competition could conclude within a single day.
Initially, he maintained some interest in watching, but as time wore on, simply sitting there, he began to feel drowsy; after all, he hadn’t closed his eyes for three days and three nights.
Although a cultivator in the Golden Core realm could easily go ten days to half a month without rest, he couldn’t overcome his mental exhaustion.
Thus, as his eyelids grew heavier, Qin Yangjun’s eyes slowly closed.
Since the observation deck was at the very top, all the disciples below could clearly see what was happening above.
And this particular match was between Yueyao and Jiang Yanfeng, with the victor set to challenge him, the Chief Disciple.
However, at this moment, the disciples below noticed that their Chief Disciple, Senior Brother Qin, was propped on his seat, cheek resting on his hand, fast asleep.
The crowd below immediately erupted in murmurs; some even lost interest in watching Yueyao and Jiang Yanfeng’s battle, turning their attention instead to Qin Yangjun above.
“Wow, Yu Lingyue, I’m not mistaken, am I? Senior Brother Qin is actually sleeping up there.”
Qian Xiaoyu exclaimed in astonishment; with the decisive battle looming, their Chief Disciple’s composure was perhaps a little too great.
Yu Lingyue was also slightly surprised, and a hint of longing appeared in her eyes.
“It seems Chief Disciple is utterly unconcerned with who wins or loses; this is true confidence in one’s own strength, the mindset of a true powerhouse.”
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