Chapter 53: A Master Is a Master

“Your great master, Ye Xuan, has arrived!!”

“Dear senior sisters and brothers! I beg you, please make way for this great master!”

“If you don’t make way, then don’t blame this great master for kneeling down and begging you, hahahahaha!”

The newcomer’s voice was sonorous, his presence imposing.

But the words he spoke were those of a complete coward, a stark contrast to his voice.

If there was ever an example of saying the most cowardly things in the fiercest tone, this was it.

“I didn’t notice before, but your opponent in this final battle is quite the show-off.”

Xiu Qingcheng glanced in Ye Xuan’s direction.

Based on Ye Xuan’s explosive entrance alone, even Xiu Qingcheng had to admit that this guy had some comedic talent.

Although Ye Xuan was also widely recognized as a young genius, he was the complete opposite of Mò Kǎimíng in terms of personality.

With just those few sentences, he cleared a path for himself and reached the venue unimpeded.

Ye Xuan pushed through the crowd, revealing his true self.

He had short, straw-colored hair, a chiseled and resolute face, and a smile as bright as Darlie toothpaste.

He had a robust, muscular build, a broad chest, and the tight-fitting training clothes on his body seemed about to be torn apart by his exaggerated pectoral muscles.

His skin was dark, his height was nearly one hundred and eighty centimeters, and just standing there, he was like an indestructible, thick wall.

Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.

“Huh? This motherfucker is fifteen?”

Meng Yingxing also wore a look of astonishment.
Although they had seen Ye Xuan’s battles from a distance, seeing him up close now was even more exaggerated.

Meng Yingxing said with some difficulty, “I heard that Ye Xuan was as tall as his mother at eight, as tall as his father at twelve, and like this at fifteen.”

Xiu Qingcheng looked at Meng Yingxing and then at Ye Xuan, thinking that Ye Xuan could use two Meng Yingxings as hand grips.

She spoke to Meng Yingxing with earnest words, “Disciple, you should eat more in the future… uh, well, you don’t need to be like him.”

There’s a saying: moderate fitness attracts the opposite s*x, excessive fitness attracts the same s*x.

Xiu Qingcheng felt that it would be better for Meng Yingxing to remain normal.

Meng Yingxing nodded noncommittally.

But in his heart, he secretly wondered: ‘Could it be… Master likes that type?’

“But how come his hair is short? When I offer to trim your hair, you go on about your body being a gift from your parents…”

“You brat, are you afraid I’ll cut your head off?”

Xiu Qingcheng discovered the crux of the matter and shot Meng Yingxing a sidelong glance.

Who knew that Meng Yingxing would look dejected upon hearing this.

“After all, I’ve never met my biological mother…”

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng wished she could slap herself right away!

‘I’ve lived for so long and I’m still so thoughtless!’

“Alright, alright, I really am the worst! I was wrong, disciple!”

Meng Yingxing shed his sorrowful expression and smiled faintly.

“Master is not wrong. How could Master ever be wrong?”

Xiu Qingcheng: “…”

‘Damn it, the more familiar I get with this kid Meng Yingxing, the more I feel like he has the potential for insubordination.’

During their idle chat, Ye Xuan’s sharp eyes spotted Meng Yingxing hiding in the corner.

He took two steps at a time, striding over to Meng Yingxing with huge steps, blocking all the sunlight in front of him.

“This great master knows you. You are Meng Yingxing.”

Meng Yingxing raised his head and saw this big hunk, Ye Xuan, with his arms crossed, staring at him with a pair of clear, bell-like eyes.

“You are… Ye Xuan.”

Meng Yingxing responded to Ye Xuan, not knowing why he had come over.

“This great master heard you defeated that stupid ice block Mò Kǎimíng. You’re really amazing! I admire you! This great master grew up with him and never won against him more than a few times!”

As he spoke, Ye Xuan very smoothly slapped Meng Yingxing hard on the back.

The slap landed squarely on the Ting Tian Sword’s scabbard.

This was no gentle tap from Liu Chenxin; this slap nearly ripped the stitches of the Ting Tian Sword’s custom-made scabbard.

Xiu Qingcheng also felt that if her sword form had too much sensation, her soul would have been slapped right out of her mouth by Ye Xuan.

Listening to Ye Xuan’s deafening laughter, Meng Yingxing still didn’t understand what this big hunk had come over for.

Ye Xuan laughed with his hands on his hips for a while, then suddenly extended a strong and powerful hand to Meng Yingxing with a smile.

“Let’s get reacquainted, little brother Meng. This great master is called Ye Xuan, your opponent in the next battle.”

“This great master likes you a lot. I’m asking you to be friends with this great master. If you have any problems in the Tianfeng Sect in the future, you can always come to this great master!”

“Of course, in our battle, this great master will still give it his all.”

Meng Yingxing looked at Ye Xuan.
His eyes were still unbelievably clear.

Then Meng Yingxing lowered his eyes, gave a faint “mm,” and shook Ye Xuan’s hand.

Although others couldn’t tell, only Meng Yingxing himself knew that his hand had nearly been crushed by Ye Xuan.

After greeting Meng Yingxing, Ye Xuan ran off.
Who knew who he was off to chat with now.

“Although this guy calls himself ‘this great master’ all the time, he’s quite good at dealing with people, isn’t he? Not bad, disciple. Now you’ve made three friends in the Tianfeng Sect.”

Xiu Qingcheng looked quite pleased.

“Three? Where are there three?”

Meng Yingxing rubbed his hand that had just been squeezed by Ye Xuan.

“Let’s count Liu Chenxin. Although we don’t know what her motives are for being nice to you, she is indeed taking good care of you right now.”

“Then there’s me. I’m your friend too.”

“And finally, there’s Ye Xuan. That’s three.”

Xiu Qingcheng counted on her non-existent fingers; three was just right.

After hearing Xiu Qingcheng, Meng Yingxing shook his head and refuted her.

“Master is not a friend. A master is a master.”

Xiu Qingcheng was speechless for a moment.
She didn’t know how Meng Yingxing understood it.
Perhaps in the Jintian Nine Prefectures, a master was indeed a very special relationship.

“Fine, then you have one master and two friends. That’s good.”

“You’ve already shed the title of ‘good-for-nothing’ in the Tianfeng Sect. You’ll make more friends in the future.”

Xiu Qingcheng was genuinely happy for this child who had suffered since he was young.

“Although I’m not very willing to be friends with those who once looked down on me, I still have to thank you, Master.”

“If I hadn’t met you by chance, I wouldn’t have the destiny I have today.”

Meng Yingxing looked at the single fighting stage that had been raised in the Divine Weapon Trial venue.
That was the place he was about to ascend, a place he had never thought he would ascend.

Xiu Qingcheng smiled.

‘Thank you…’

‘Who could say it wasn’t true?’

She had ended her eternal loneliness and seen this brilliant world again.

It was also because she had met Meng Yingxing by chance.

But perhaps, it wasn’t by chance.

But rather… what is called fate.

At this moment, the bronze bell chimed, and the immortal cranes flew into the blue sky once more.

The elders of the various peaks gracefully descended onto the high platform, and the entire venue fell silent.

“Hahahaha! The exciting final battle is about to begin!”

Only Ye Xuan’s voice failed to stop in time, sounding like an exploding bomb in the silence.

The elders on the high platform all glanced at Ye Xuan.
He immediately covered his mouth with both hands, not letting a single sound escape.

Chen Sanyang took a step forward on the high platform and announced the entry of Meng Yingxing and Ye Xuan.