Chapter 21: A Single Move

What’s going on? Lin Yaoyao, you’re shameless and despicable!

Ye Xinlian cursed loudly. She never imagined she would lose to Lin Yaoyao, that useless good-for-nothing.

Lin Yaoyao reached out and hooked Ye Xinlian’s chin, teasing, “Don’t get so worked up. Getting all hot and bothered will only make you itch more. A beauty like you exposing yourself in public wouldn’t be a pretty sight.”

Her body felt like countless tiny bugs were crawling all over her. Ye Xinlian’s scalp tingled.

“I concede!”

She couldn’t let one arena match ruin her reputation. Ye Xinlian pouted and dropped her sword.

Ye Xinlian had conceded, throwing down her sword!

The crowd below erupted in uproar. No one expected this match to end so quickly. Lin Yaoyao had won with a single move.

On the high platform, Lin Xuanzhong nearly dropped his teacup. The winner onstage was looking at her opponent with smug satisfaction, and that person was his own daughter!

That proud, tsundere little expression, who else could it be but Lin Yaoyao?

“Little Five! She won!”

Lin Xuanzhong stood up excitedly, checking again and again.

Elder Hong was shocked. He walked to the center of the arena and looked at the two contestants.

Ye Xinlian was a mess; Lin Yaoyao looked relaxed. It really seemed like Lin Yaoyao had won.

“This round goes to Lin Yaoyao…”

Ye Xinlian, barely enduring her discomfort, interrupted Elder Hong.

“Elder Hong, Lin Yaoyao fought with foul means. She won dishonorably. I don’t know what trick she used, but it’s made my whole body itch!”

Anyone could see Ye Xinlian was in discomfort, and quite a few people in the audience were voicing doubts.

It was indeed suspicious, but Ye Xinlian had already conceded. According to the rules, the winner of this round was Lin Yaoyao.

“How could Junior Sister Ye lose to that good-for-nothing Lin Yaoyao? She must have used some sly trick.”

Many in the audience began to cry out for Ye Xinlian, leaving Elder Hong caught in a dilemma.

Ye Xinlian looked at Lin Yaoyao with a trace of triumph. Lin Yaoyao let out a cold laugh.

‘Ye Xinlian, what a white lotus flower. Can’t take a loss, and now you want to play dirty? Think you’re something just because you have a bunch of fans? I’m nobody’s pushover.’

“Elder Hong, during the fight, some itching powder I carry fell out, and Senior Sister Ye happened to get some on her. Even if I had used it on the arena, it still wouldn’t violate the rules.”

Elder Hong nodded. To concede over a little itching powder, Ye Xinlian was too fussy.

“Lin Yaoyao did not break any rules. This round goes to Lin Yaoyao. Ye Xinlian is eliminated!”

Lin Yaoyao defeating Ye Xinlian was one of the top ten strange events at Tiandu Academy this year.

Ye Xinlian twisted past Lin Yaoyao, who covered her nose in disgust.

“Senior Sister Ye, you’d better go wash yourself off. My itching powder doesn’t just make you itch, it also makes you stink!”

A stench spread from Ye Xinlian, making people nauseous. Everyone covered their noses.

“Lin Yaoyao, you just wait! I’ll repay this humiliation a hundredfold someday.”

Ye Xinlian fled, covering her face. Lin Yaoyao waved triumphantly toward Lin Xuanzhong in the stands.

“Old man, I won!”

Lin Xuanzhong couldn’t hide his smugness and replied, “Don’t get cocky!”

Lin Yaoyao turned to wave at Murong Tian to share the good news. As always, Murong Tian remained indifferent, his face expressionless.

Is Murong Tian a statue? Lin Yaoyao then waved at the fair-skinned guard beside him.

Yun Yi stood behind Murong Tian. They had just raised a hand halfway when they sensed Murong Tian’s displeasure and quickly retracted it, giving Lin Yaoyao an awkward smile.

When Murong Tian heard that, he replied coldly, “What use is being bold? What matters is being blessed with a long life.”

“Blessed with a long life???”

Yun Yi immediately shut up. ‘Miss Lin is clinging to the young master so shamelessly. He wouldn’t actually want to take her life, would he?’

The second group match was about to begin, so Lin Yaoyao hurried off the stage.

“Yaoyao, you’re amazing!”

Lu Yan’er hugged her friend, who used to always be at the bottom, so excited that tears came to her eyes.

Lin Feiyuan was bragging to a stranger beside him: “Lin Yaoyao, my sister! Pretty impressive, right? She beat her opponent with one move!”

The proud look on his face was as if he had just won the match himself.

Gu Mingchun quickly congratulated Lin Yaoyao. He had expected a tough fight, but she won easily. It seemed this Fifth Miss of the Lin family was unfathomable.

“Miss Lin, you’re really something, actually beating Senior Sister Ye.”

Lin Yaoyao covered her mouth and snickered, pointing at Lu Yan’er and the others. “If you three went up, you could beat her too!”

“What!”

Lu Yan’er yelped, drawing stares from everyone around.

Lin Yaoyao took out Ye Xinlian’s SWOT analysis chart and pointed at the words. This was the key to defeating Ye Xinlian.

“Extreme mysophobia!”

What did that mean? Mysophobia?

Lin Feiyuan, Gu Mingchun, and Lu Yan’er looked at each other, utterly confused.

Lin Yaoyao couldn’t be bothered to keep them in suspense. Ye Xinlian had severe mysophobia, a serious case.

She wore white every day, bathed three times a day, kept her room spotless, and would wipe down anything anyone else had touched several times.

“That’s right! That’s exactly how she is!”

Lu Yan’er had known Ye Xinlian since entering the academy, and she really had never seen her wear any color but white.

When she occasionally ate with Ye Xinlian, the girl would wipe her utensils over and over. Back then Lu Yan’er thought she was just putting on airs, never imagining it was a disorder.

“Yaoyao, I remember last winter, Ye Xinlian made a servant disciple kneel in the snow for hours because he accidentally dirtied her clothes.”

Of course Lin Yaoyao remembered. That servant disciple had knelt in the snow for most of the day and, after returning, had a fever that wouldn’t break. He died from it.

He was a parentless orphan. Who would blame the darling of everyone’s heart over a servant disciple?

“Ye Xinlian took a life over a piece of clothing, so I’ll ruin her clothes in public!”

Itching powder was originally white powder, but Lin Yaoyao had improved it, dyeing it with color and adding a type of microbe that reeked of decay.

It was both stinky and itchy, a perfect weapon custom-made for Ye Xinlian. It was her kryptonite.

“Miss Lin, that was a psychological tactic! Brilliant!”

Gu Mingchun praised repeatedly. A seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator was defeated by Lin Yaoyao with one move. Miss Lin was truly amazing.

Lin Yaoyao was getting embarrassed by all the praise. “Keep it low-key, low-key!”

The second group onstage had finished. The third group was Gu Mingchun versus Shen Fengjiang, a fire cultivator.

Shen Fengjiang had a top-grade fire spiritual root and extraordinary talent, but he came from an ordinary background, not from a noble clan. With few cultivation resources and a short cultivation history, he was currently at the fifth level of Qi Refining. With talent like his, his cultivation was bound to soar in the future.

Gu Mingchun was also at the fifth level of Qi Refining, so the outcome of this fight was hard to predict.

Lin Yaoyao flipped through Shen Fengjiang’s SWOT chart and couldn’t help laughing out loud. So this was what Shen Fengjiang was really like!

Indeed, you never truly know what’s inside a person by looking at their face.

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