Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 33 Excellent Spectator Spots

Zeng Shushu was taken aback upon hearing this, and then secretly admired him. No wonder so many fellow disciples on Feng Hui Peak held this Junior Brother Zhang in such high esteem. Although he was young, his heart and actions were truly admirable.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't care about any of that. He simply smiled and looked closer at the arena, where seven or eight people were sitting. The sect leader, Dao Xuan Zhenren, was among them, as were Cangsong Daoren and Master Shuiyue. The two disciples competing in this match were from their school.

In addition, there were some elders who also appeared to be from various factions, who were clearly curious about Lu Xueqi's strength.

Behind Daoist Cangsong, there weren't many disciples from Dragon Head Peak, presumably they had gone to watch the competitions of their fellow disciples. On the contrary, most of the female disciples from Little Bamboo Peak were here, led by their senior sister Wenmin.

As the protagonist of this competition, Lu Xueqi, dressed in blue, stood behind Master Shuiyue. At this moment, she was still as cold as ice. Her clear and bright eyes were like melting snow water from an iceberg, clean and clear, without any hint of frost, but with a sense of otherworldly coolness, untouched by the dust of the world.

"Junior Brother Zhang, do you see that stunning beauty behind Senior Sister Shuiyue? That's Lu Xueqi, who is hailed as the most outstanding beauty of Xiaozhu Peak in the past five hundred years."

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan staring intently at a certain spot, Zeng Shushu followed his gaze and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded slightly upon hearing this, his eyes also showing a hint of amazement.

"Senior Sister Lu truly deserves to be called the most outstanding disciple of Xiaozhu Peak in the past five hundred years. Her dedication to the Dao is rarely seen in the world!"

Standing to the side, Tian Ling'er's pouting lips slowly curved into a smile as she spoke.

"Xiao Fan, this place is too far away. Let me take you closer to see!"

As she spoke, Tian Ling'er pulled Zhang Xiaofan inside again. Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he saw that Tian Ling'er was actually pulling him towards the group of female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak.

Zeng Shushu, standing behind them, stared at Tian Ling'er and Zhang Xiaofan's retreating figures, momentarily stunned, unsure whether to feel annoyed or envious.

However, Zeng Shushu reacted very quickly and followed the two towards the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak.

"Junior Sister Ling'er, Junior Brother Zhang, what brings you here?"

The commotion behind her quickly caught Wen Min's attention. She turned around and saw Tian Ling'er leading Zhang Xiaofan over. She was pleasantly surprised.

As for the disciple from Feng Hui Peak who followed behind, the disciples from Xiao Zhu Peak around them assumed that he had come with Junior Brother Zhang and ignored him because of his upright expression.

"Senior Sister Wen, if Junior Brother can advance smoothly later, he will face Senior Sister Lu, so I came to check in in advance to avoid being unprepared and losing too badly, which would embarrass Master and Mistress."

Zhang Xiaofan spoke frankly, which won the favor of the female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak around him. Wen Min chuckled upon hearing this and gestured to the front.

“If you are not afraid of my master, you can go to the front.”

As she spoke, Wen Min took Tian Ling'er's hand, and the two seemed to have something to say to each other.

"Please, Senior Sister Wen and all the other senior sisters, look after my senior sister."

After bowing to Wen Min and the others, Zhang Xiaofan walked forward. Zeng Shushu, who was behind him, looked distressed and quickly followed, saying in a sad voice.

"Xiao Fan, you've really put me in a terrible situation!"

Zeng Shushu originally thought he was just riding on Zhang Xiaofan's coattails, sneaking in with him and Tian Ling'er. But after entering, he discovered that Zhang Xiaofan had such a good relationship with these female disciples who never gave their fellow disciples from the other sects a friendly look. Was he the only outsider?
Zeng Shushu, already feeling bitter, could only smile bitterly when he saw Zhang Xiaofan leaving, leaving him alone among the group of female disciples.

Ahead of her were several senior disciples, and behind her were female disciples from Xiaozhu Peak. Zeng Shushu, caught in a dilemma, had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Since it's all the same whether you stick your neck out or not, you might as well find a great spot to watch the game.

"Senior Brother Zeng, as the saying goes, a gentleman is open and honest, and as the ancient saying goes, a beautiful and virtuous woman is sought after by a gentleman. Moreover, Senior Sister Lu is a woman of extraordinary beauty. How many people in the world would not be moved by her?"

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said something that made perfect sense, but for some reason, Zeng Shushu always felt that there was a dark cloud in the eyes of this open and honest junior brother. He didn't know if it was darkness in his eyes or darkness in his heart.

The noise of the two talking naturally attracted the attention of Dao Xuan Zhenren, Cangsong Daoren, and Shuiyue Master, who were sitting in front, and they all turned to look.

Facing the gazes of several senior disciples, Zhang Xiaofan remained calm and bowed to them with composure. This made Zeng Shushu feel bitter inside, hoping that her father would give her some face and not beat her too badly when she returned home.

After paying his respects to Dao Xuan Zhenren and the others, Zhang Xiaofan met the gaze directed at him from the side, bowed to Lu Xueqi, and said...

"Senior Sister Lu is exceptionally talented, so I had no choice but to resort to this inferior strategy. It is not an honorable victory, and I hope Senior Sister Lu will forgive me."

"On the stage, everyone relies on their own abilities."

Lu Xueqi's voice was like a clear, flowing river, clean and melodious, with a hint of fierce fighting spirit hidden beneath its cool tone, and her eyes were fixed on Zhang Xiaofan.

"The Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament is a friendly sparring session among fellow disciples. We will stop when we have reached a point of vulnerability. We hope that Senior Sister will show mercy!"

Facing Lu Xueqi's gaze, Zhang Xiaofan replied calmly. Lu Xueqi did not speak, but simply stared at Zhang Xiaofan for a few moments before looking away.

After withdrawing her gaze, Lu Xueqi stepped forward and bowed to Master Shuiyue, who nodded calmly.

Lu Xueqi responded, straightened her clothes slightly, and then made a hand seal with her right hand. Clouds gathered from all directions and transformed into a white cloud beneath Lu Xueqi's feet, carrying her down to the arena like a goddess descending from the heavens.

A gentle breeze, carrying a light mist, softly lifted her long, flowing hair. On the platform, a woman rode the wind, her robes fluttering, her skin as white as snow, her beauty beyond compare. Holding a sky-blue longsword, she exuded a cool and ethereal aura, like a fairy untouched by worldly dust.

"Senior Sister Lu's Taoist skills are truly exquisite, possessing the style of Ancestor Qingye!"

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes lit up. Just from this skill of manipulating objects, it was clear that Lu Xueqi had a deep understanding of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao. Even if she hadn't reached the ninth level, she was probably just one step away.

Lu Xueqi is not only exceptionally talented and a prodigy, but also has a firm Dao heart. Given time, she will surely reach the highest realm of Taiji Xuanqing Dao, the Taiqing Realm.

Zhang Xiaofan's voice was not suppressed, so Dao Xuan Zhenren and the others sitting in front of him heard it clearly. Upon hearing this, Master Shuiyue couldn't help but show a smile on his usually cold and serious face.

The Taoist Cangsong seemed somewhat angry, but could only let out a helpless snort.

Only Dao Xuan Zhenren, who sat upright in the middle without showing any emotion, seemed to be lost in thought, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)