Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

Chen Shuhui continued, "Xi'er, in ten days, the Ye family will select ten disciples to participate in the subsequent competition. Your cultivation has recovered quite well, but you still need to prepare well and use this opportunity to rebuild your reputation..."

Ye Wuxi nodded, "I understand, Mother."

Back in his courtyard, Ye Wuxi immersed himself in cultivation again. For now, the Falling Flower Palm, Shadow Step, and Azure Sky Sword Technique were sufficient to deal with the situation. The most important thing was to break through to the Xuanwu realm as soon as possible and defeat Qin Hao and Princess Lin Qianrou...

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Ye family's martial arts training ground was already filled with the younger generation. Ye Xicheng and Chen Shuhui sat on the high platform, with the ten elders of the Ye family sitting on either side in order.

Ye Wuxi opened her eyes, changed into a white dress, and walked out with the Cold Moon Sword in her hand.

"I heard that the young lady's dantian has recovered, but I wonder if it's true or not..."

"So what if it recovers? It'll all start over..."

Ye Wuxi arrived at the martial arts training ground amidst the commotion.

"Sister Xi'er..." An unfamiliar woman stepped down from the high platform.

Ye Wuxi smiled faintly, "Sister Qing, why are you back..."

Ye Qingqing is the daughter of Ye Wuxi's paternal uncle. She joined the Fengling Sect three years ago and is now twenty years old with a cultivation level of Xuanwu level three.

Ye Qingqing smiled and said, "Now that it's time for the Fengling Sect to recruit disciples again, your brother Hong and I have come back to take a look."

Ye Wuxi followed her gaze to the high platform, where the man sitting next to the Fifth Elder was none other than Ye Hong, who had joined the Fengling Sect with Ye Qingqing in the previous year.

Ye Qingqing frowned and asked, "I heard your cultivation was ruined, is that true?"

Ye Wuxi smiled and said, "It's alright, a master has already cured me."

"That's good. It's a pity that with your Xuanwu first level cultivation, you might have been directly valued by the elders," Ye Qingqing sighed slightly.

"It's alright, Sister Qing, it's good that we can get in," Ye Wuxi waved her hand dismissively.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Ye Xicheng, standing on the high platform, said to the Grand Elder, "Grand Elder, you shall preside over this ceremony."

The First Elder nodded and stood up, saying loudly, "Alright, the Wind Spirit Sect selects fifty disciples from the Heavenly Wind Kingdom every three years, so the competition is fierce. Our Ye family only has ten spots available. Now, all members of the Ye family under the age of seventeen and above the fifth level of the Spirit Martial Realm, step onto the arena."

In a short while, many people rushed onto the arena, among whom the Third Elder's grandson and granddaughter, Ye Yue and Ye Hu, were the most eye-catching...

Ye Wuxi nodded to Ye Qingqing beside him, then stepped firmly onto the arena.

There were a total of fifty-two disciples standing on the arena. The Grand Elder nodded, noting that this year's disciples were better than in previous years. His voice rang out, "First round, free-for-all. The last twenty-six remaining will advance to the next round!"

In an instant, everyone had found their opponents. As for Ye Yue and Ye Hu, no one dared to target them, since these two were indeed the strongest besides Ye Wuxi.

"Young Miss, please forgive me..." Although Ye Xicheng had already informed everyone that they had found a master, none of them believed that Ye Wuxi could recover her cultivation so quickly.

Ye Wuxi remained unfazed; they were all taking her for a fool.

Too lazy to even draw his sword, Ye Wuxi unleashed several Falling Flower Palm strikes, sending those who attacked him flying off the stage with a few "whoosh" sounds.

Ye Yue and Ye Hu on the other side had a solemn expression. They could naturally see that Ye Wuxi had already reached the eighth level of the Spirit Martial Realm. How could it be so fast?

This move surprised everyone, and for a moment no one dared to make a move against her.

Ye Wuxi stood calmly in the arena, not taking the initiative to make a move...

Ye Xicheng and Chen Shuhui exchanged a smile: their Xi'er was still as strong as ever.

The first round of eliminations ended in less than half an hour, with most of those eliminated being at the fifth or sixth level of the Spirit Martial Realm.

The second round will be divided into two groups of thirteen people each, who will compete against each other once. Six people from each group will advance to the next round.

The Grand Elder continued, "Now everyone come here to draw lots."

Ye Wuxi was in the first group, while Ye Yue and Ye Hu were in the second group.

Hazuki scoffed, "She's lucky."

"Sister, Wuxi's cultivation has recovered, you should also restrain yourself," Ye Hu said in a low voice.

"Brother, how can you side with her? I'm your own sister!"

"The patriarch is still here!"

The Ye family's current position is secure only with Ye Xicheng and his wife. It was one thing to mock Ye Wuxi when his cultivation was ruined, but now that his cultivation has recovered and his talent is even better, why bother opposing him?

Ye Yue's face showed some resentment. They were both members of the Ye family, and her appearance and talent were not much different from Ye Wuxi's, yet the imperial city only knew about Ye Wuxi, the eldest young lady...

Before, she only ever encountered Ye Wuxi, that pampered young lady. She finally got rid of her, but before she could even gloat for a few months, Ye Wuxi miraculously recovered. Heaven is truly unfair!

"In the first group, Ye Wuxi will face Ye Song; in the second group, Ye Yue will face Ye Wu."

The audience below the stage were filled with anticipation; these two were both the pride and joy of the Ye family.

Ye Song cupped his hands and said, "Young Miss, please!"

He's already seventeen years old and at the seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm. If he doesn't get selected this year, he'll have no chance to enter the Wind Spirit Sect.

Ye Wuxi shook her head, "You are no match for me."

Ye Song said helplessly, "Then I'd like to give it a try too."

"Diamond Fist!" Ye Song shouted softly, his fist slamming towards Ye Wuxi.

Ye Wuxi, however, showed no interest whatsoever. She casually unleashed a Falling Flower Palm strike; with her physique, beating the Ye family members was like beating children.

Ye Song was completely powerless to resist and was blasted off the stage with just one palm strike.

"Ye Wuxi wins the first group."

Meanwhile, Ye Wu from the group next to him was also knocked off the stage by Ye Yue's sword.

Ye Wuxi looked at Ye Yue. The last time she saw her, Ye Yue was at the seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm. Now she's at the ninth level? But for her, there's no difference between those below the Spirit Martial Realm...

In the second round, both groups quickly selected their respective six members.

The Grand Elder looked at the twelve people and said, "Two people will be eliminated in the third round. The rest will be ranked as usual, and the person who comes in first place will receive a Purple Spirit Pill."

The Purple Spirit Pill is a pill that can help someone at the ninth level of the Spirit Martial Realm break through to the Profound Martial Realm.

The Ye family has certainly spent a fortune on the selection process for the Fengling Sect.

Ye Wuxi nodded. The Purple Spirit Pill was a good choice to give to the sapling as candy. She would take it!

The Grand Elder turned his head and said, "General, why don't we let the two who should be eliminated in the third round choose for themselves?"

Ye Xicheng nodded, "Everything will be as the Grand Elder says. You twelve can decide for yourselves."

The twelve people on the stage looked at each other, none of them willing to step down.

Ye Hu glanced around and pointed at the two, saying, "Ye Ze, Ye Yang, you two are only at the seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm, the lowest in cultivation. You shouldn't participate in this competition for now."

The two people being pointed at turned ashen-faced, but they didn't want things to continue like this.