How could someone as well-behaved as Sister Yue possibly be a playboy?

The first round of competition for all participants ended quickly, with only 500 out of a thousand advancing.

Half of the Sword Peak disciples were eliminated, and the elders began arranging the second round of drawing lots.

She received a bye in this round and advanced directly to the third round.

Ye Yueyue sat listlessly in the audience, watching the other contestants on stage, thoughtfully studying their performance.

Her tension eased considerably after the first round of the competition, because Senior Sister Lu Rongxue was ranked 200th, and Ye Yueyue's ability to fight her to a standstill was already a very good result.

Moreover, considering the time involved, she has only been a beginner for half a year.

Ye Yueyue didn't have high expectations for herself. She didn't have the same determination as others to be in the top 100. She participated in the competition just to see how far she had come.

Even if she were eliminated now, it wouldn't matter; she could even go out and relax. But she was given a bye, which puzzled and surprised Ye Yueyue.

Is this still her luck?

Does changing your body mean changing your luck too?

Thinking of the magical artifact, the Illusionary Spirit Silk, which she obtained by chance, it seems that her luck has indeed improved a lot since she transmigrated.

Ye Yueyue suddenly had a thought: if she were to draw cards again now, would she be able to get the soul in one go?

Unfortunately, the phone didn't make it through.

The second round of the competition was a 500-person battle, 1v1, where the disciples randomly drew opponents to compete, and the winners advanced to the third round.

Ye Yueyue began to carefully observe their swordplay competition in order to find her own shortcomings. What she lacked most right now was practical combat experience.

While fighting monsters was good training, it was different from fighting against humans. Ye Yueyue was well aware of her own shortcomings, and as she watched, she began to feel a little itchy to fight as well.

After watching a few matches, the second round of competition also ended, with only half of the 500 participants advancing.

Next, 100 people were selected to participate in tomorrow's competition. After the elders announced the draw for the third round, everyone began the final round of the competition for the day.

This time, Ye Yueyue didn't get a bye, and while she breathed a sigh of relief, she also felt a sense of anticipation.

Because she wasn't aiming for victory or defeat in this match, she just wanted to improve her practical experience.

"Keep it up, junior sister."

A gentle voice reached her ears. Ye Yueyue looked up and saw Yue Du with a smile on his lips and an encouraging look in his eyes.

"Okay, Senior Brother Du, wait for me to come back." Ye Yueyue smiled at him and went straight down from the audience seats.

She went up to the competition stage and found her opponent according to the signature. He was a senior brother from Jianfeng, who looked somewhat familiar but Ye Yueyue couldn't recall his name.

"Junior Sister Yue," the senior brother said with a faint smile.

Ye Yueyue nodded, "Senior brother, please enlighten me!"

After speaking, she chose to make the first move. Ye Yueyue moved nimbly, gripped her sword tightly, and thrust forward. Wherever she went, there was a cold glint of blade. Her senior brother met her head-on, and the two faced off in a back-and-forth confrontation.

After a few moves, Sheng Ning glanced at the people around him. Their battle was almost over, so he stopped playing around, took his longsword, and unleashed a sharp sword aura.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yueyue immediately took a step back, gathering a sword aura in her hand.

A few breaths later, their sword energies collided and canceled each other out.

Ye Yueyue's sword energy weakened, but the aftershocks affected her. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and the hem of her bright red dress swayed in the wind. She eventually couldn't help but take several steps back.

A look of surprise flashed across Sheng Ning's eyes.

She actually accepted?

Sheng Ning was somewhat incredulous, and her attitude softened even more. At the same time, she couldn't help but say, "Junior Sister Yue, given time, you will definitely surpass me."

She's only been a beginner for a little over a year, right? And how long have I been doing this?

Although she was defeated, Ye Yueyue's eyes shone with excitement, and her voice was filled with fighting spirit, "Senior brother is too modest. I only want to surpass myself."

“You have already surpassed it.” Sheng Ning’s expression was somewhat complicated.

On one hand, I'm happy for Ye Yueyue, and on the other hand, I'm amazed by her extraordinary talent.

I'm afraid that after some time, we won't be on the same level anymore.

When they first met, her movements were frequently wrong, but now she can parry her moves. Sheng Ning suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

The third round of competition has ended, and Sheng Ning has made it into the top 100.

Ye Yueyue was defeated, but she felt no sadness at all; on the contrary, she was very excited.

She actually managed to withstand an attack from one of the top 100 senior brothers!

The future looks incredibly promising.

Ye Yueyue returned to the audience seats with a calm expression. Before she got close, she met Yue Du's calm gaze, and a thought suddenly occurred to her.

Ye Yueyue blinked, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Senior Brother Yue, am I too weak?"

The girl's steps were unsteady, her voice low and filled with a deep lack of confidence. Yue Du saw that her usually bright eyes were now brimming with tears, as if they were about to fall.

He paused, unsure what to do for a moment. His lips moved, and after a long while, he finally uttered two words, "No."

"It's just that you started learning late."

"really?"

When Yue Du looked up, she saw the girl's hopeful gaze. Her eyes inadvertently swept over the girl's tightly clenched hand, and her heart softened. A faint smile appeared on her lips: "Really."

"Yes! I will definitely be in the top 100 next year and stand on the stage with my senior!"

"it is good."

……

After the competition ended, everyone gradually dispersed. Since it was still early, Ye Yueyue wondered what to do. She was walking alone on the main peak when she suddenly felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

She frowned and turned around.

Ming Qiuyang glanced at her, and the girl's furrowed brows made his heart tighten. "You little rascal..."

He didn't say the rest of his words because he realized he had unconsciously called her by that name again. Only after he finished speaking did he remember that she had said she didn't like it, so he stopped.

"Something's up!" Ye Yueyue pouted.

"what's up?"

"I am angry!"

Ming Qiuyang guessed for a moment, then, thinking of the match she lost on the competition stage, frowned and asked, "Because of the match?"

"Because of you!" came the girl's accusing voice.

Ming Qiuyang paused, remaining silent. He glanced at Ye Yueyue discreetly; the grievance in her eyes was obvious, completely unlike her usual arguing self. For a moment, he didn't know where to begin.

If it were just a verbal sparring match, Ming Qiuyang wouldn't lose, but with Ye Yueyue acting like this, he was somewhat at a loss.

The two were relatively speechless.

Ye Yueyue looked at Ming Qiuyang with a complicated expression, but the concern in his eyes was very obvious. His inability to speak for a long time made her feel a little amused.

Although she found it amusing, Ye Yueyue still maintained a wronged expression on her face:

"you are bullying me."

Ming Qiuyang immediately retorted, "No."

"Yes, and you were yelling. Waaah, I lost and you still yelled at me." Ye Yueyue lowered her head, buried her face in her arms, and spoke in a low voice.

Ming Qiuyang was speechless for a moment. His heart tightened slightly, and he felt a pang of sympathy as he heard soft sobs beside him. For the first time, he lowered his head and spoke, "I... I was wrong. Don't be sad."