Chapter 6: The Overpowered Hero’s Triumph (5)
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The Jade Tablet Sovereign pulled Su Bai and Qin Yang into the formation. Only then did the countless disciples of the Infinite Void Sect inside the Qimen Thousand Array Hall finally breathe a sigh of relief and quietly began to discuss among themselves.
“Judging from the Sovereign’s tone, it seems he hasn’t actually taken Qin Yang as his disciple?”
“That must be a misunderstanding. If he hadn’t accepted Qin Yang, why would such a distinguished figure have spent nearly two years guiding him in swordsmanship?”
“A mutated Heavenly Thunder spiritual root combined with such a fortunate encounter—perhaps Brother Qin will reach the pinnacle of the Great Success stage and achieve immortality in a hundred years!”
“Sister Su used to accompany Brother Qin here every day. Could that be why the Sovereign noticed her?”
“Very likely. Sister Su has good talent, but compared to Brother Qin, she still falls short.”
Seeing Yun Zhu’s troubled expression, Shen Xing sneered, half-mocking, half-sarcastic: “Who was it that called someone a heretic? I think some people have ulterior motives, twisting the facts to attack others.”
The Rejuvenation Valley rarely interacts with other sects. This so-called chief disciple of the valley master following Qin Yang back to the Infinite Void Sect made outsiders hesitant to speak, given Rejuvenation Valley’s standing, but Shen Xing saw through it clearly.
Moreover, Sister Su never bothered to argue. Yet these two, both in the wrong, one aggressive and the other not stepping in to stop it, even sardonically accused Sister Su of coming to the Qimen Thousand Array Hall out of jealousy?
Is there such an unreasonable thing under the heavens?
Yun Zhu bit her lip, her face pale but still unwilling to show weakness: “Who knows if she’s just riding on Brother Qin’s coattails?”
Unconvinced, she turned and suspiciously eyed Shen Xing: “What’s your relationship with her? Why are you so eager to show off for her?”
Shen Xing laughed: “My relationship with Sister Su is the same as yours with Brother Qin.”
“Well then, what kind of relationship do you have with Sister Su?” Yun Zhu snorted and ignored him.
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Since the Jade Tablet Sovereign appeared, the live stream’s popularity soared rapidly, quickly jumping from a thousand to ten thousand viewers, with the system constantly alerting of audience gifts.
The ranking in the live stream room climbed swiftly from last place to 1,999th.
But no one was there to watch Su Bai humiliate Qin Yang out of sympathy; they were purely watching the spectacle of a rookie fearless of the protagonist, eager to cause trouble and suffer a miserable defeat.
Such stories were common in the dimensional live stream rooms.
“[‘Don’t Compete, Let’s Rest Together’ sends you a treasure map worth 1000]”
The notification sound chimed again.
The most active was a certain big spender who constantly urged Su Bai to tear Qin Yang apart.
Whenever Su Bai made Qin Yang look bad, this fan would shower her with money and endlessly spam top-tier VIP bullet comments saying—
“[Forget men, focus on careers!]”
“[Men are just accessories on the path to success!]”
“[Why should the male lead be so awesome in a female perspective stream? Go Su Bai!]”
“[Ugh, can’t stand Qin Yang’s arrogance!]”
“[Su Bai is the best, muah!]”
This was probably what people called a streamer’s career fan.
Because of “Don’t Compete, Let’s Rest Together’s” lavish generosity and constant barrage of comments, Su Bai, who usually didn’t pay much attention to bullet comments, had begun to recognize that ID.
The Jade Tablet Sovereign had just pulled Su Bai and Qin Yang into the formation when the Mystic Realm Sovereign emerged sternly from the jade pendant to question sharply, “Where do you place my disciples’ disciple with that remark just now?”
The Jade Tablet Sovereign looked Su Bai over with delight, increasingly pleased, and unusually didn’t engage in his usual verbal sparring with the Mystic Realm’s remnant soul. Instead, he smiled and replied, “Qin Yang is your disciple, but why can’t I take one of my own?”
The Mystic Realm Sovereign was slightly annoyed: “Whose disciple, whose disciple—we are all fragments of the Sovereign’s divine consciousness, surviving ten thousand years to pass on the sword Dao.”
“Our powers are waning, and the Candle Dragon’s return is imminent. How can you act so recklessly?”
The Jade Tablet Sovereign frowned: “Didn’t you casually take this kid as your disciple in the first place?”
“What? Finding a mutated Heavenly Thunder spiritual root makes you so arrogant?”
[“Hahaha, I never realized the Jade Tablet Sovereign was so entertaining!”]
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[“Qin Yang’s mutated Heavenly Thunder spiritual root is indeed powerful. The Sovereign himself also has one. The novel’s worldview is that most Great Success stage Sovereigns have mutated Heavenly Thunder roots.”]
[“True, the streamer only has an ordinary Heavenly Spiritual root, quite a loss.”]
Qin Yang had spent nearly a year with the Jade Tablet Sovereign, knowing well that the Sovereign looked down on him, thinking his cultivation was too opportunistic—too gifted but lacking in tempering his character, blessed by fate but neglectful of diligence.
Thus, even though he originally possessed the jade pendant from the Origin Realm, the Jade Tablet Sovereign had left him waiting a whole year before reluctantly teaching him swordsmanship out of respect for the Mystic Realm Sovereign.
Qin Yang, who had grown up on a smooth path of cultivation and was taken as a final disciple by the Mystic Realm Sovereign, had even been highly praised by the Lord of Lowa City, a famed prodigy. So encountering someone who looked down on him so openly stirred some resentment.
He stepped forward and cupped his fists: “I, Qin, come from a fallen family. In just two years, I have progressed from the early to the peak of the Heart Movement stage, all by my own efforts.”
“Jade Tablet Sovereign, as the saying goes, fortunes change. Don’t look down on a young man’s poverty.”
“I disagree with that.”
Qin Yang was stunned to see the speaker was a girl.
She stood with arms crossed, calm and composed as always, her lowered brows thoughtful like an ink branch bathing in the moonlight on the river—a vision both ethereal and unattainable.
She looked at Qin Yang, frowning and correcting him word by word: “A fallen family is true, but my father took you into the Lord’s mansion to cultivate since childhood. Though he treated you less well than me, you still surpassed most legitimate disciples of cultivation families.”
“Back then, when you befriended Yun Zhu, didn’t you tell me it was because you lacked an alchemist companion?”
She spoke earnestly: “Sword cultivators are warlike, competitive, and strong-willed, following their own path—not fragile souls who can’t endure criticism and fight pointless grudges.”
“You have received kindness; what harm is there if others speak ill? Since Heaven favors you, why not openly accept your fortune?”
The Jade Tablet Sovereign’s eyes gleamed with approval.
This girl’s heart was like a clear mirror—she was the uncut jade beneath the dust!
Qin Yang was left speechless by Su Bai’s rebuke.
He didn’t know what to think, eventually concluding that Su Bai still cared about Yun Zhu. He tried to reason: “Jiaojiao, I know you dislike Yun Zhu… but for the sake of all living beings, how can everything go according to my wishes?”
This was truly Qin Yang’s honest sentiment.
But, coincidentally, Su Bai had hated such sanctimonious people most in her past life as a sword cultivator.
Everything goes smoothly?
Without his constant “for the sake of all living beings,” cultivation would never go smoothly.
If things don’t go your way, is it right to deceive others for personal gain, break promises, and excuse oneself with mere sibling affection?
Such a person could never cultivate the Great Dao!
A cold gleam appeared in Su Bai’s eyes.
Why waste more words on someone so stubbornly deluded?
She had judged Qin Yang’s character from his setup and expected this peerless prodigy to be open-minded and upright. Instead, she found him overly entangled in trivial emotions and petty-minded.
Her hand swept over her sword sheath, killing intent rising around her. Even Qin Yang felt a chill from her gaze and took half a step back. Yet realizing this made him seem weak, he hurriedly justified: “Jiaojiao, I’ll explain this matter to you privately. There’s no need to draw swords before the two Sovereigns. That’s too…”
But the girl only said coldly: “Enough talk. Draw your sword!”
A flash of white light, and Su Bai took several quick strides, swinging her sword at him. Qin Yang was shocked; he hadn’t expected her to dare act seriously under the eyes of two Sovereigns. He instinctively drew his sword to block.
The clash of blades rang out.
Qin Yang’s eyes widened as he saw the girl who had once smiled sweetly at him now with chilling pupils. Backlit, her face was shrouded in shadow, but the whites of her eyes shone terrifyingly bright, making her pupils appear jet black—a stark contrast as decisive as her sword strike.
At the very first move, Qin Yang felt his tiger’s mouth tingle numbingly.
Su Bai didn’t give him time to react.
She vaulted back a step, bent her knees slightly, arched her back, and launched another attack at Qin Yang.
Her style was unlike any sword technique Qin Yang had seen—she didn’t even channel sword energy. It looked like the simplest sparring among disciples, yet Qin Yang could clearly sense that every clash of blade to blade was crisp and every step a killing move.
When did Jiaojiao learn such swordsmanship?
That thought flashed through Qin Yang’s mind.
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Yet Su Bai’s offense was too relentless, too fierce. Even if Qin Yang’s attention wavered for a moment, his next parry felt increasingly weak. Any moment of negligence would be seized by her to press the attack, forcing him to retreat step by step.
No, he couldn’t use sword energy.
Sweat beaded on Qin Yang’s forehead as he gritted his teeth and blocked the next strike.
Jiaojiao hadn’t practiced the Heavenly Evolution Divine Execution Sword Technique, nor was her cultivation as high. If he relied on channeling spiritual energy to win, the Jade Tablet Sovereign would surely mock him for it.
Just as Su Bai and Qin Yang fought fiercely and evenly matched, a powerful surge of spiritual energy struck between them, forcibly separating the two.
“Enough!” the Mystic Realm Sovereign’s voice rang with anger. “You are fellow disciples; how can you draw swords without a word?”
[!! If the Mystic Realm Sovereign hadn’t intervened, it looks like the streamer was about to win!]
[This swordplay is really interesting. Their duel is as good as the one between Long Aotian and his counterpart next door!]
[But Qin Yang didn’t use spiritual energy; they’re only comparing sword techniques.]
[Right. If Qin Yang used spiritual energy to drive sword energy, his cultivation would show, and the streamer wouldn’t have the upper hand.]
The Jade Tablet Sovereign applauded from the side: “Well fought! Well fought! A disciple of my Sovereign should have such fighting spirit!”
The left shadow took a composed step back, landing steadily, while the right shadow, caught off guard, was knocked back by the spiritual energy, half-kneeling unsteadily.
The Jade Tablet Sovereign laughed heartily: “Old grump, looks like your disciple can’t beat mine. If you hadn’t interfered just now, my disciple might already have won.”
The Mystic Realm Sovereign’s face darkened: “She hasn’t accepted you as her master yet!”
He glanced at the panting Qin Yang and frowned in explanation: “She struck too quickly just now; it’s not Qin Yang’s fault for being caught off guard.”
“Even so, Qin Yang didn’t channel spiritual energy, nor did he use the Heavenly Evolution Divine Execution Sword Technique.”
The Jade Tablet Sovereign leaned close to Su Bai: “Little girl, listen to his tone—he clearly looks down on you.”
“I’m early Heart Movement stage, Brother Qin is peak Heart Movement; naturally, there’s a gap in cultivation,” Su Bai admitted boldly.
“But the gap in sword comprehension between him and me is like an abyss!”
Such arrogant words!
The Mystic Realm Sovereign sneered: “If you’re so confident, why not have a proper duel during the Inner Sect trial in front of all the elders?”
The Jade Tablet Sovereign frowned: “Your disciple has studied the Heavenly Evolution Divine Execution Sword Technique for nearly two years and reached the first form. His cultivation is peak Heart Movement. Isn’t that unfair to my disciple?”
The Mystic Realm Sovereign’s eyes narrowed, his voice filled with frustration: “You forget, the Heavenly Evolution Divine Execution Sword Technique was born for all living beings, and its most compatible element is thunder!”
“However, once the flawless Golden Core is formed, even a Water spiritual root can manipulate thunder.”
The Jade Tablet Sovereign refused to concede.
“Though the Heavenly Evolution Divine Execution Sword Technique has only three forms, the Sovereign spent decades mastering it. Qin Yang learned the first form in less than a year. You old fool, how is that not enough?”
The Mystic Realm Sovereign, exasperated, waved his sleeve: “This concerns all living beings; you cannot act recklessly!”
As the two Sovereigns argued loudly in the formation, the pressure of the Great Success stage Sovereign bore down on Qin Yang, causing cold sweat on his brow. He dared not intervene.
“No more words,” the cold-eyed girl watching calmly said, “Sovereign, I understand your concerns. Since that is so, whether I am qualified to practice the Heavenly Evolution Divine Execution Sword Technique can wait until after the Inner Sect trial.”
“My sword will tell you the answer.”
The Mystic Realm Sovereign looked at her in surprise.
Her eyes sparkled like light on snowfields beneath the vast sky.
At that moment, the Mystic Realm Sovereign had an indistinct illusion—
She truly held the winning hand.