Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

The fellow disciple struggled to stay afloat while shouting, "We're all from the same sect, why be like this!"

But the young man in white ignored him, his eyes cold, and his attacks became even more ferocious.

Soon, his fellow disciple was struck in a vital spot, coughing up blood and falling heavily off the stage.

The young man in white did not give up. He stood on the arena, his eyes cold, and slowly scanned the crowd below.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto the direction of the Qingyun Sect, a strange smile curling at the corner of his lips, as if in provocation, as if to say:

"Your Qingyun Sect is the number one sect? If you're so capable, come up and fight me!"

The sun was high in the sky, casting its intense rays and illuminating the stadium.

On the arena in the center, the white-robed youth's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, was fixed precisely on the location of the Qingyun Sect.

The unrestrained and arrogant smile on his face grew even more intense, as if he were declaring his arrogance to the whole world, and the provocation in his eyes was palpable.

The young man in white crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly back, and shouted in a high-pitched, sarcastic tone:

"I am Xiao Yichen from Qingfeng Sect. I have long heard of the renowned Qingyun Sect. It is a name that resounds throughout the land. I have come here today to seek your guidance."

He drawled out the words, his face full of mockery.

"What's wrong? Such a large Qingyun Sect, with so many disciples, can't even find one who dares to come up on stage and spar with me?"

Could it be that they've been hiding behind that so-called 'Number One in the World' title all this time, used to a life of luxury, and now they're too afraid to show their faces when it comes to the real competition?

As he spoke, he shook his head dramatically, his eyes full of disdain.

These words were like a burning bomb, crashing into the already turbulent arena and instantly creating a huge uproar.

The young disciples of the Qingyun Sect are in the prime of their lives, full of youthful vigor and pride. They are most susceptible to such provocation.

"This Xiao Yichen is far too arrogant! What does he take our Qingyun Sect for? Does he think he can run wild like this?"

A young disciple with a round face blushed, veins bulging on his neck, and roared angrily. His clenched fists were so tight that his knuckles turned pale.

Another, taller disciple wasn't to be outdone, and jumped up and retorted:

"Does he think he's something special just because he has some rudimentary skills?"

He's only won a few matches, and he's already acting all arrogant. He's just a country bumpkin who's never seen the world and thinks he knows no one!

"Any one of our Qingyun Sect members could beat him to a pulp!"

Everyone chimed in with their own words, their anger contagious, and the scene became a cacophony of noise.

They waved their arms and shouted that they wanted to go on stage and compete with Xiao Yichen.

They were all eager to get on stage and teach this arrogant guy a lesson, so as to wash away the humiliation they had suffered at his hands.

Among them, Yi Feng was blinded by rage and could not suppress the burning fighting spirit in his heart.

His sword-like eyebrows stood on end, his eyes widened, burning with fierce flames, and he strode onto the arena, each step carrying a resolute aura.

He stood before Xiao Yichen, the two only a few steps apart. Yifeng met Xiao Yichen's gaze without fear and shouted loudly:

"Xiao Yichen, stop being so arrogant!"

"Don't spout nonsense here. Today I'll show you that the Qingyun Sect is not a pushover to be bullied!"

Yi Feng's voice echoed across the arena, full of power and determination.

Ji Huan stood below the stage, watching Yi Feng's impulsive actions, and his heart tightened suddenly, as if he were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He subconsciously took a step forward, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to speak up to stop him.

But before he could speak, he helplessly shut his mouth, sighed inwardly, and muttered to himself:

"Yifeng, you're still too young and impulsive."

Xiao Yichen was able to win easily in the previous competition, so his strength must be extraordinary. If you rush up there rashly, aren't you just throwing your life away...?

Ji Huan frowned, his face full of worry, and the wrinkles on his forehead were so deep they formed a deep "川" shape.

But before he could finish his thought, Xiao Yichen seemed to sense something, arrogantly and disdainfully turning his head to glance at Ji Huan.

He let out a sharp, contemptuous laugh, a laugh like a razor-sharp knife that scraped painfully against one's eardrums.

Then, he shifted his gaze from Ji Huan to Sui Si, his eyes filled with even more mockery and provocation, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

"Oh, I thought the Qingyun Sect was really that capable. Turns out they just rely on these ignorant fools to put on a show."

Xiao Yichen curled his lip, his mockery undisguised.

"Where is that legendary number one in the world?"

What, are you hiding in the crowd and too scared to come out?

"Are you afraid of someone as insignificant as me?"

As he spoke, he exaggeratedly looked around, as if he were genuinely searching for the "number one in the world".

"Or is it that this title of 'Number One Under Heaven' is just something your Qingyun Sect self-proclaimed, a trick to fool the world and put on a show in the cultivation world?"

In my opinion, your Qingyun Sect is all show and no substance, all bark and no bite.

"I'll put my words out there today: the Qingyun Sect is nothing special! They're just a bunch of people with empty titles!"

Xiao Yichen became more and more agitated as he spoke, his arrogance growing stronger and his words becoming increasingly blatant in their insults.

These words were like pouring hot oil on a raging fire, completely igniting the anger in the hearts of everyone in the Qingyun Sect.

The faces of everyone from the Qingyun Sect instantly turned ferocious, their eyes bloodshot with rage, and their breathing became rapid and heavy.

The anger in their hearts surged like a raging tide, wave after wave, almost completely engulfing them.

"That's outrageous!"

Our sect leader has always kept a low profile, avoided conflict, and never actively sought trouble.

"It's one thing if you don't know us, but to insult our sect leader so rudely is utterly outrageous!"

One of the disciples was trembling with anger, pointing a shaking finger at Xiao Yichen, his voice hoarse with rage.

"This person has committed an unforgivable crime!"

Such an insult to our sect must not be let off easily!

If we don't teach him a lesson today, how will our Qingyun Sect ever maintain its standing in the cultivation world again!

A young deacon, his face contorted with rage, roared as if he wanted nothing more than to rush onto the stage and tear Xiao Yichen to pieces.

The Qingyun Sect members, fiercely protective of their own, gritted their teeth, making a grinding sound, as if they were about to rush up and devour Xiao Yichen alive at any moment.

They secretly added Xiao Yichen to the sect's top blacklist.

I swear in my heart that I will never be his enemy for the rest of my life!

Given the chance, we must make him pay a heavy price for what he did today.

Just as everyone was furious and the situation was almost out of control, "click!"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

All that could be seen was that Ran Cang's teacup had shattered into powder at some point.

Delicate porcelain powder dripped from her fingertips, and tea splashed onto the hem of her clothes, leaving a dark water stain, but she was completely unaware.

At this moment, Ran Cang completely abandoned all her usual gentleness and softness, as if she were a different person.

Her eyes were as cold as ice, and her whole being was like a bottomless pool of stagnant water, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to lower the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees because of her anger.

Her lips moved slightly, then slowly parted, her voice as cold as if it carried the chill of a thousand years of frost, echoing from the deepest hell:

"You deserve to die!"

These three simple words seemed to contain a world-destroying power, causing the surrounding air to freeze instantly and the entire arena to come to a standstill.