Chapter 109: A Resolute and Courageous Man
In front of them, the young man had a bloody face, which was quite painful to look at.
Fang Lingqing tightened his hand inside his sleeve, unsure whether to say a few comforting words or just roll up his sleeves and start fighting without hesitation.
Considering that everyone's eyes were fixed on them, Fang Lingqing took a step back and lifted his chin, saying, "Taoist Friend Lu, you finally arrived."
At the very least, he couldn't lose in terms of momentum!
Qiao Wan spoke directly, "Shall we begin?"
Fang Lingqing was taken aback.
Qiao Wan repeated, "Let's get started."
He had been working hard to cultivate his skills for the past ten days. This Lu Cixian, who didn't belong to any sect, didn't have much higher cultivation than him. Why was he so calm and composed? Why?
Fang Lingqing gritted his teeth silently, as the situation was completely different from what he had imagined!
Qiao Wan took the initiative and launched an attack!
Fang Lingqing immediately responded.
After experiencing the previous incident where Qiao Wan led the way, Fang Lingqing learned his lesson. This time, he focused intently on Qiao Wan's movements and made up his mind that he would never let her lead him astray again.
During the ten days, Fang Lingqing truly worked hard.
Qiao Wan could sense that compared to their previous heated argument on Lisheng Peak, this ten-day battle showed that Fang Lingqing had become more composed and stronger in his attacks.
Qiao Wan moved quickly, but Fang Lingqing remained calm and steady.
In the blink of an eye, their figures intertwined on Lotus Seat Peak like two shadows.
The elders of each faction had heard about this ten-day challenge.
Since the Three Teachings Law Meeting hadn't begun yet and they had nothing else to do, they were happy to watch the spectacle.
Fang Lingqing is from Chongde Ancient Garden, and this person called Lu Cixian seems to be a wandering cultivator, right?
Yuan Liu wondered if he should also gamble with some spirit stones.
He was a disciple from the outer sect. It was very difficult for casual cultivators to make a name for themselves, and no one understood this better than these outer sect disciples. He respected Lu Cixian and dared to confront Fang Lingqing in front of so many people. He was a brave man.
But Fang Lingqing was not someone that Lu Cixian could defeat with just courage and passion.
After all, this was the prestigious Three Teachings Law Meeting, where young cultivators who wanted to make a name for themselves gathered. There were outstanding talents like Bai Shanhu , Xie Xingzhi , and Meng Canglang . Why would they pay attention to him?
The thoughts of everyone on Lotus Seat Peak were basically the same as Yuan Liu .
The elite disciples of the inner sect in Chongde Ancient Garden enjoyed the best resources and guidance from the most powerful cultivators in the world. If they were to lose to an unknown casual cultivator, it would be a disgrace to Chongde Ancient Garden.
Amidst this one-sided situation, someone else emerged with great momentum.
"I will defeat Lu Cixian!"
The disciple in charge of the gambling table looked up and saw a girl with a round face and green clothes standing in the backlight. She pouted and said, "I bet Lu Cixian will win!"
Zheng Wenliang's eyelid twitched, and he kindly reminded, "Green-waisted elder martial sister, our academy only has a few spirit stones left."
"But we have to bet."
The disciple in charge of the gambling table politely asked, "May I ask, Taoist Friend, what is it that caught your eye about Taoist Friend Lu?"
The green-waisted girl frowned and thought for a while, "Because Lu Cixian looks good!"
After these words were spoken, several female cultivators nodded in agreement.
"This Taoist Friend Lu indeed looks good."
Upon hearing this, the other male cultivators glanced at the field and expressed their disdain, saying, "What's the use of looking good? Can you survive just by looking good?"
From the looks of it, he was definitely a pretty boy!
The younger generation immersed themselves in the lively gambling, and a few down-to-earth elders also placed some bets on the side.
In Chongde Ancient Garden, Jie Hongdan, a senior disciple of the Royal Department, turned his head and looked at Qi Feidao, saying, "Who do you bet on?"
Qi Feidao smiled casually and said, "I bet on Fang Lingqing."
Over the past few days, Fang Lingqing had been practicing tirelessly, and his fellow disciples had witnessed his determination. Qi Feidao's gaze landed on Qiao Wan.
As for Lu Cixian, although he was also talented, he held a lower position in Fang Lingqing's eyes. If they were to truly face off, there would be a noticeable difference in skill.
The battle on the field continued.
After three days of hard work, Qiao Wan's heart finally settled as she faced the morning court. It was similar to her previous battle with Li Pan.
She could now control her once overwhelming desire to kill, and not only that, but she could also channel it to her advantage. With the skills she had honed from using the meteor hammer, Qiao Wan's sword exhibited a fierce and powerful momentum.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Qiao Wan proved to be different from the delicate and weak Lu Cixian.
On the field, this young man is much more fierce than they imagined! But this fierceness is not about killing. If you pay close attention, you can see that his offensive moves are well-paced, with a mix of fast and slow.
As for Fang Lingqing, with each word he recites, the energy of the heavens and earth resonates. In the blink of an eye, he changes the scene in the field. To be able to do this, he is already one of the most outstanding young scholars in the world of Confucianism.
The field is filled with thunderstorms and snowflakes flying everywhere. How to resolve this offensive is now the most challenging problem.
Qiao Wan looked up and saw Fang Lingqing, who looked very handsome with his clothes flowing in the wind.
Seeing Lu Cixian being stopped, Fang Lingqing couldn't help but provoke him, saying with a smirk, "Taoist Friend Lu, this is not a battle of words anymore. Remember to be careful in your actions."
Surprisingly, it seemed like Qiao Wan wasn't affected at all. Not only was she unaffected, she calmly asked a question on her own.
"Have you heard a saying before?"
Fang Lingqing replied, "What do you mean?"
The villain died from talking too much.
After saying this sentence, Qiao Wan took out her sword and suddenly plunged into the swirling vortex of petals, right in front of everyone's eyes.
The imagined scene of a young boy being perfectly sliced by petals did not happen. Instead, sharp petals landed on Qiao Wan, leaving a small cut that started to bleed.
Body refinement!
Fang Lingqing's eyes widened in shock.
So this is body refinement. It seems that Lu Cixian has gone to train body refinement without showing himself for the past ten days?
In that instant, Qiao Wan had already rushed towards him. Unexpectedly and swiftly, she grabbed hold of Fang Lingqing's chin!
A crisp sound was heard.
Qiao Wan exerted all her strength!
Then, in front of everyone's gaze, she cleanly and swiftly removed Fang Lingqing's chin!!
The entire audience was left stunned.
This was the first time Qiao Wan and Lu Cixian got into a fight, and Qiao Wan successfully landed a punch on Lu Cixian's chin! It was a simple and direct approach, but surprisingly, no one could find anything wrong with it.
"No problem with that! Those Ru sect disciples are always chattering away," said Ma Huaizhen.
The Buddhist and Taoist disciples exchanged a knowing glance, silently appreciating what Lu Cixian had done. It was a satisfying move!
Even Ma Huaizhen couldn't help but take a second look, with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, it's cunning and just the way he likes it," he thought.
Unfortunately, at that very moment, a disciple from an unknown sect, who seemed to be unlucky, diverted their attention and muttered about Qiao Wan.
"Damn, she's so impressive!"
Although the whisper was not loud and got lost in the crowd, the cultivators present had extraordinary hearing. That one small whisper stood out.
After the unfortunate incident with the disciple losing track, everyone's attention instantly shifted to Qiao Wan. Their gazes drifted towards her.
The young man had a handsome face, with bloodstains here and there. Although he didn't have any serious injuries, his clothes were torn and tattered. Through the holes in his clothes, you could see his good figure and... good qualities.
Of course, this doesn't mean that Qiao Wan was walking her bird in public.
Rather, it was quite noticeable, even through his pants.
After all, everyone present was a man.
Even the tough guy, Ma Huaizhen, couldn't help but spray tea everywhere when he saw it.
Ma Huaizhen: *coughs*!
Everyone present: Who just said Lu Cixian is a pretty face? Come out! This is a real man! The dignity of a real man must not be tarnished! This is definitely a tough guy!
Someone exclaimed, "How is this even possible? It can't be true!"
On the field, little did they know that Qiao Wan had left behind her "pretty boy" image and now proudly wore the label of a "tough and fearless warrior," as she fiercely battled against Fang Lingqing .
The young novice monk closest to Miaofa suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He trembled and held his head, saying, "Taoist Friend Lu, quickly look at Venerable One! Haven't you noticed how his face has turned as dark as a lump of coal?!" QAQ
After removing Fang Lingqing's chin, Qiao Wan didn't give him a chance to put it back. She relentlessly attacked his jaw with each strike!
From the beginning of the fight until now, their spiritual power was almost depleted due to the intense battle.
They both had the same thought in their minds: they must not lose.
Under the gaze of the crowd, this battle between cultivators had turned into a hand-to-hand combat like that of ordinary warriors, with their spiritual power running low.
Qiao Wan was fierce, but Fang Lingqing was no pushover either.
You throw a left hook at me, and I'll throw an uppercut at you.
Come on! If you don't come, you're a loser!
Fang Lingqing stared with wide eyes.
But in the next second, after catching Qiao Wan's gaze, Fang Lingqing suddenly felt a sense of unease in his heart.
No, he shouldn't be fighting with Lu Cixian!
But by the time Fang Lingqing realized it, it was too late. His spiritual energy was running low, and even if he didn't want to engage in a physical fight, he had to face it head-on.
Compared to Fang Lingqing, the young man showed no signs of fatigue amidst the intense battle. Instead, he continued to attack!
In an instant, with the power of his head, shoulder, and knee, strengthened by skin cultivation and thunderbone tempering, it was as if a hammer was coming down, sending Fang Lingqing flying!
Seeing this scene, Ma Huaizhen, who was leaning in his wheelchair and holding a teacup, finally reacted a bit.
Is this a combat technique?
In this day and age, it's rare to see cultivators specializing in combat techniques.
In the past, there was a naughty guy who took this path.
Unfortunately.
When thinking about that naughty guy, the leader of Wenshi Hall, the famous Ma Huaizhen, smiled at Yuan Liu with a scary look on his face.
Someone wondered and whispered, "Why does Lu Cixian's move look so much like... that Demon Emperor?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the knowledgeable elders and skilled disciples present focused their attention.
When you don't look closely, Lu Cixian's moves seem to resemble Demon Emperor Jia Yin's style.
"It must be fake," another person said, feeling annoyed.
This wanderer shouldn't have anything to do with Demon Emperor Jia Yin.
Caught off guard by Qiao Wan's sudden approach, on the other side, the duel finally came to an end. In the instant when Fang Lingqing was knocked away, Qiao Wan exerted all her strength and swiftly shot out like a dart, while also brandishing her long sword!
Seeing this, Fang Lingqing performed a difficult twist in mid-air to counterattack.
The wind stopped.
The two fighters on the field finally ended their battle.
Qiao Wan, with her sword pointing at Fang Lingqing's throat, had the remaining flowers in Fang Lingqing's hand stopped right at her heart.
"A tie?" someone exclaimed.
"No, it's not a tie," Qi Feidao furrowed his brows.
Others couldn't see it, but their disciples could sense something strange. Lu Cixian could have easily broken through Fang Lingqing's attack just now! It was... Lu Cixian intentionally holding back!
And it's easy to guess why he did it.
Regardless of anything, Fang Lingqing was a disciple of Chongde Ancient Garden. They dared to send him out for the first match of this tournament, betting that he would win.
But they didn't expect Fang Lingqing to lose, and that the elite disciple from Chongde Ancient Garden would be defeated by an unknown solo cultivator.
It's important to make a name in the world of cultivation, but what's even more important is to first learn to judge the situation.
If Fang Lingqing lost, there will be many disciples from Chongde Ancient Garden who will come looking for a fight!
The result of a "draw" made everyone's face look decent, thanks to Lu Cixian doing Chongde Ancient Garden a favor.
Chongde Ancient Garden, getting a favor sold by a casual cultivator, is a very delicate and interesting experience indeed.
Qi Feidao , who just bet that Fang Lingqing would win, touched his face and forced a bitter smile.
What did he say just a few days ago?
With the ability you have right now, are you really going to win against Senior Brother Fang in ten days?
Tsk, my face hurts.
In just a few days, Lu Cixian's growth really surprised him.
Anyone with eyes can see that it was this casual cultivator who won, Lu Cixian won!
Fang Lingqing , who was closest to Qiao Wan , could not possibly fail to notice her sudden slowdown in attacks.
The young man clenched his lips in frustration, wanting to say something, but his throat choked up when he glanced down.
Fang Lingqing hung his head in defeat.
He lost.
In a certain sense, on various levels.
"Excuse me, please make way, make way!" Leading a group of little cabbages through the crowd, the girl in green clothes waved her hand vigorously!
Do you see that?! They are from Buping College!
"Lu Cixian, are you really a self-taught cultivator?" Fang Lingqing asked in a depressed tone.
Although Qiao Wan's fighting skills seemed a bit scattered, with a little bit of Eastern and Western influences, her moves flowed smoothly and effortlessly. There was no sense of stiffness at all. Each move even had a hint of the grandeur of a disciple from a prestigious sect.
Unless someone taught them, it was rare for people of their age to reach such a level of understanding on their own.
Qiao Wan's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone around to hear clearly: "I am indeed not a self-taught cultivator, I am a disciple of Buping College."
Buping College?
Fang Lingqing and the others were all stunned at once.
Where did this college pop up from?
Qiao Wan wiped the blood off her face and looked down. She could see, among the crowd, a group of cheering little cabbages.
A middle-aged cultivator stood in the crowd, nodding slightly and smiling.
Before her stood a junior disciple of Chongde Ancient Garden.
She had really done it.
The sunlight was bright and clear, shining through the clouds and making Qiao Wan's head feel a bit dizzy.
Her heart was pounding.
From being seen as a worthless person sneaking into Kunshan Yuqing Spiritual Master's back door to now being able to confront the elite disciples of Chongde Ancient Garden on her own. It had been a long journey from the Cen family to the Great Hall of Light, but now she didn't have to hide anymore.
Right here, in the spot where she stood, with the Three Teachings Law Meeting as her starting point, she would climb up!
When she became strong enough, Qiao Wan thought to herself, she would make sure to tell the entire cultivation world that she was Qiao Wan! She was back!
On the elevated platform stood a handsome young boy with a cold and reserved expression. Suddenly, his lips curled up into a smile, and his eyes sparkled like clear autumn water.
Several female disciples couldn't help but blush secretly while watching him.
Well, this Lu Cixian indeed looks quite handsome, and he seems to have quite a substantial background.
Without realizing it, Qiao Wan bowed to Fang Lingqing , put away her sword, and walked down from the elevated platform towards the direction of Green Waist and Li Pan .
Green Waist and Zheng Wenliang immediately surrounded them.
"Elder! You won!"
"This time, our Buping College can finally make a name for itself! Haha!"
As if remembering something, Zheng Wenliang quickly took off a jade slip from around his waist and handed it to Qiao Wan to take a look.
Weren't they just saying that their Elder was a timid and inexperienced pretty boy?! Does it hurt? Does it hurt?!
Qiao Wan's face also couldn't conceal her excitement as she took the jade slip to have a look.
The words written on the jade scroll were very eye-catching. You could tell from the expressions on the faces of the crowd that they were in pain. However, the way they showed their pain might have had some small differences.
"Lu Cixian is such a brave man! Did you all see, my taoist friends?"
Attached are Souvenir Images [picture (Lu Cixian)] [picture (blurred)].
Look at this young man's graceful posture, his tight and slender muscles, his impressive and blood-stained style, and the remarkable presence that doesn't match his delicate figure. It truly breaks one's heart.
- This taoist friend is quite reserved!
- Oh, may the Buddha bless me, I haven't seen anything.
- Excuse me, my taoist friends. If I were to ask Taoist Friend Lu for a secret recipe for vigor, would Taoist Friend Lu be willing to give it?
Among these written words, there were a few lines in pink ink that stood out.
Disciple of the Miao Sect: Oh my, this taoist friend really understands what we want. Sisters, let's go and gather yin energy to balance the yang energy. Can't we defeat Xie Xingzhi and Meng Canglang? Can't we defeat Lu Cixian?
— I wonder who is better, Taoist Friend Lu or Venerable One Miaofa?
— Taoist Friend Lu is still inexperienced. I stand with Venerable One.
— If I may speak honestly, Venerable One Miaofa certainly has bigger muscles than Taoist Friend Lu.
Qiao Wan: ...
Zheng Wenliang: ...
Lü Yao: ...
Li Pan: Haha.
Qiao Wan: ...
Sheesh! She really doesn't want to become famous this way!
Through the ink markings, the appearance of the Buddha with its radiant countenance came into view. Qiao Wan's mouth twitched, unable to resist making sarcastic remarks.
Who wants to compare sizes with Miaofa?
Anyway, at the Buping College, Lu Cixian finally made an impression at the doctrinal gathering.
After staring at the jade slip for a while, Qiao Wan couldn't help but sigh: Miaofa senior, it has been so hard for all these years.
Just then, a familiar and invigorating sound of chanting suddenly came from behind.
"Oh really?!"
