Junior sister took first place again

On May 12, all the formations, barriers, restrictions, etc. in the competition venues were set up and all passed the inspection yesterday afternoon.

All the major sects and families have basically arrived at the Xingchen Sect, and the Fuyue City outside the mountain gate is now also crowded. There are only three days left before the Qingzhou Competition officially begins.

Fuyue City, East Market.

Cui Jingyou's knuckles paused three inches from the bronze scabbard, his dark iron wrist guard, still in armor, gleaming coldly. His natal sword, "Broken Tide," wasn't stored in his spatial artifact, but carried on his back.

The demon-suppressing talisman wrapped around the hilt moved without wind - this was a habit he had just brought back from the northern frontier, and he would always be on guard even when facing inanimate objects.

"The Luoshui Triple Pattern is etched in the opposite direction to today's methods." Cui Jingyou spoke calmly, his fingertips condensing a stream of water-colored sword energy, which moved in the opposite direction of the scabbard's patterns. "This artifact is at least three thousand years old."

Cui Ying stood half a step behind his cousin, the soul-binding silk wristband faintly visible at the cuffs of his plain white tights.

She did not come close to observe like an ordinary cultivator, but only attached a wisp of spiritual consciousness to the jade hairpin in her hair. The eyes of the black bird on the hairpin lit up, and it had copied the pattern of the scabbard nine times.

The blacksmith shop owner wiped his sweat and made a hand gesture: "Immortal Lord, you have a keen eye! This is exactly..."

Before he could finish his words, a murderous aura suddenly erupted from the scabbard. Cui Jingyou pressed down with his palm, and the murderous aura honed on the battlefields of the northern border became concrete, forcing the rioting ancient sword spirit back into its sheath.

The bluestone slabs were cracking inch by inch, but they were held firmly in place by the water curtain barrier flowing from the soles of his boots, and not even a single porcelain vase in front of the stall was knocked over by the shaking.

"The forty-nine restrictions have not been removed yet, so it's better for the shopkeeper not to show it to others easily." Cui Ying suddenly spoke, and the black bird hairpin shot out a clear light, illuminating the dark red curse mark seven inches away from the scabbard.

The jade pendant on her waist reflected her brother's profile, and Cui Jingyou nodded almost imperceptibly - this was the secret code they had learned in the demonic tide, meaning "something is fishy, leave quickly."

The Cui brothers and sisters found a restaurant and were sitting in a corner on the second floor polishing their magical instruments.

"The Thousand Silks of the Ji Clan of Dongzhou bear some resemblance to the Soul-Entangled Silk of the Northern Blood Spider."

Cui Ying took a sip of the Snow Top Mist Tea. The water mirror technique hidden at the bottom of the cup reflected Ji Yu's figure. The phoenix pattern on the earring was the "Red Phoenix Pendant" worn by a city lord in Jizhou three hundred years ago.

Cui Jingyou's Broken Tide Sword rested across his knees, nine water-marked lines flowing endlessly on the scabbard. "Ji Yu should have broken through to the Spiritual Transformation Realm a year ago. He's deliberately pushing himself to compete on the Heavenly Ranking. His ambitions are truly significant."

It is said that the relationship between aristocratic families and sects is delicate, but this statement is actually not complete, because compared with the sects outside, the contempt and competition among aristocratic families are more intense.

When there is no external force, the major families are in a state of mutual dislike, especially the relations between the major families in the four states can be described as terrible.

The reason for this is that, in addition to the lifeline of resources, there is also an additional layer of competition for orthodox status.

If you count the great families on the Cangming Continent that have been passed down for thousands of years, you will find that there is no family that has no relatives or grudges among their ancestors.

The aristocratic families attach particular importance to bloodline and orthodoxy, both of which involve the superiority of identity and inheritance. It would be strange if they could get along with each other after being passed down from generation to generation.

When Cui Ying and Cui Jingyou participated in the Qingzhou competition, they were most concerned about their opponents from several other major families.

Not to mention, in recent years, the two of them have been running between the family and the front line, and they found that the relationship between the Dongzhou families and the Jizhou families was a little too ambiguous.

As soon as the Cui brothers and sisters arrived in Fuyue City, they secretly observed the people of the Dongzhou family every day, preparing to find an opportunity to test them.

"Boss, I want this 'Autumn Water Blade'." Cui Ying tapped the counter lightly with her fingertips, and the green jade sword box opened.

"Wait a minute!" Ji Yu leaned against the door frame and chuckled as the red hairband swept across the sword case. "Does Immortal Cui know that the Ji family ordered this blade three days ago?"

Xue Mao behind him shook the deposit receipt. Wei Lian was playing with the hidden weapon he had just bought. His fingertips flew, and silver light fell on the bluestone slab from time to time.

Cui Jingyou held Cui Ying's wrist, and the black iron wristband collided with the counter with a dull sound. "Ji Xianjun, you are joking. Fuyue City's weapons must be delivered in cash—"

He pulled out a bag of star sand, the opening of which was embroidered with the Zhongzhou Cui clan's emblem in gold thread. "That's the rule."

The sword box suddenly trembled, and twelve sword energies burst out. Ji Yu's earrings glowed red, and the enchantment turned into silk threads that wrapped around the sword blade.

A phantom of a black bird flew out of the jade hairpin in Cui Ying's hair, its clear cry shattering half of the red silk threads. The two energies collided, shaking the wall of swords like a humming tide.

After the attack, Ji Yu was about to grab again when he suddenly received a voice message from Ji Tang, asking him where he had run off to, with a somewhat impatient tone in his voice.

“. . . . . . Humph, forget it. A low-quality weapon is only worthy of people like you, Cui family. Let’s go.” After saying this, Ji Yu took his men away.

Cui Ying and Cui Jingyou looked at each other and sighed imperceptibly.

But since they were already outside, Cui Jingyou walked over to Cui Ying and asked her opinion: "Why don't we go to Zuixianlou to try the delicacies of Fuyue City?"

Cui Ying had no objection and turned around and walked towards Zuixianlou with interest.

As soon as I walked downstairs, I heard a domineering and arrogant voice coming from inside.

"Boss! I want the private room on the top floor!" Yun Qi threw out the Yun family token, shocking the waiter so much that he took three steps back.

"Unfortunately, this floor is reserved by the three of us." Xue Mao stepped over the threshold, waving the compass, the hexagram needle pointing directly at the jade pendant on Yun Qi's waist. "Miss Yun San's 'Locking Soul Jade' is indeed a good item, but it's a pity that the imitation is not detailed enough."

Yun Che was about to speak when the demon-binding rope flew out from his elder sister's sleeve and strangled his neck.

Yunqi sneered, "It's better than some people who rely on compasses for their livelihood. I heard that last month, Master Xue miscalculated the tides in the East China Sea, causing the Ji family's merchant ship to be fed to the fish monster?"

Wei Lian suddenly threw the plum cake on the table towards the beam, and the icing exploded into a poisonous mist. "Could the Yun family's bastard's neck injury be the work of our own demon-binding rope?"

Ji Tang and Wei Chen just went up to the building at this time. Without even looking at the group of people from Tianhe Yun family, they went straight into the private room and cast the barrier.

People upstairs and downstairs who recognized their identities were whispering to each other, vaguely mocking Yunqi for being a local tyrant who was suppressed by the outsiders from the Dongzhou family.

Ji Yu and others glanced at Yunqi with a half-smile, then walked leisurely towards the private room.

Yunqi was instantly furious. He exerted force with his hands and sent his half-brother, who was tied up by the demon rope, flying up and hitting Ji Yu's back. The star sand in his arms instantly spilled all over the ground.

Ji Yu's cultivation level naturally meant he couldn't be hurt. He turned around in an instant and grabbed Yun Che by the back of his collar, "Isn't this the young master of the Yun family? Why, your eldest sister can't even bear to give him a storage bag?"

Yunqi sneered from the other side, "Since Immortal Lord Ji is so compassionate, why not take him in as a medicine boy? Anyway, you people in Dongzhou love to pick up scraps..."

In a private room on the fourth floor, Lan Qiqi looked at the chaotic scene downstairs and threw a candied hawthorn into her mouth. "That's more like it. How can a great competition between immortals be held without some fireworks?"

She actually wanted to watch the excitement for a while longer, but unfortunately, the city's law enforcement team arrived and said, "Private fighting is prohibited in Fuyue City. What are you doing?"

If it were in an ordinary city, Yunqi would not be afraid of the law enforcement team, but in a place like Fuyue City, everyone knows that they are actually disciples of the Xingchen Sect.

Yunqi took back the demon-binding rope, left a sentence, "See you on the ring in three days", and went downstairs alone in anger.

When passing by Cui Ying and the other two, he recognized the identity of the two siblings from the Cui family of Zhongzhou. He glanced at them with hatred and disappeared in a flash.