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The disciples under Changhong Cliff were dumbfounded.
The girl's paralyzed face slowly showed a slight smile. Blood from her head flowed down her black hair, giving her a somewhat...scary appearance.
Everyone felt a mix of fear and confusion.
Deep down, they admitted they couldn't do what she just did.
Qiao Wan glanced at the bow tie in the pit, picked it up, brushed off the blood and dust, and placed it back on her head.
As Qiao Wan turned around and walked towards them, an unexplained fear filled the hearts of the disciples, and they instinctively took a step back.
The disciples of Changhong Cliff had the same thought in their heads.
They absolutely should not provoke Qiao Wan.
Mainly because Qiao Wan was too brutal and ruthless towards herself.
Gan Nan stared at Qiao Wan and suddenly someone bumped into his shoulder, causing him to stumble out of the crowd and fall in front of Qiao Wan.
Gan Nan:...
The young man steadied himself and opened his mouth. His face was already thin-skinned, and at this moment, he didn't know why his ears felt hot.
He...really liked this kind of Qiao Wan.
It had nothing to do with romantic love.
It was like seeing his imagined self.
The self who didn't care about the gaze of the king and his royal brother, and could move forward courageously.
Gan Nan looked at the wounds on Qiao Wan's face with concern and couldn't bear to look closely. He took out a small handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully handed it over. "You should wipe it."
Qiao Wan took the handkerchief and wiped her face, saying thank you as she walked towards Wen Hui, "Brother Wen, what should we do now?"
She was the one who knocked him unconscious.
Looking at Ciji lying on the ground, Qiao Wan started to worry.
After all, he was a disciple of the Great Compassion Cliff, was she being too harsh?
Thinking like this, Qiao Wan's gaze towards Ciji contained a hint of apology.
The disciple under Changhong Cliff thought to themselves: What are you apologizing for? When you were beating up this monk earlier, I didn't see any apology from you.
Wen Hui walked over, looking at Ciji with a complicated expression, silently apologizing in his heart.
He had a good relationship with Ciji, and he had invited Ciji over to practice with the younger martial sisters.
He didn't expect that Ciji would be knocked unconscious by Qiao Wan.
Wen Hui sighed and looked at Qiao Wan, feeling even more conflicted.
As disciples of the same sect, how did Yuqing Spiritual Master teach Mu Xiaoxiao and Qiao Wan to be so extreme?
Wen Hui squatted down and pressed on Ciji's body.
Fortunately, he only fainted and didn't have any serious injuries. He would recover after some rest.
The monks of the Great Compassion Cliff were all tough, so there was nothing to worry about.
"It's okay, I'll take him to Xixia Peak later."
In a contest, getting injured was unavoidable.
During the joint cultivation meeting of the four major sects, there was a lot of bloodshed and casualties, but there were no conflicts between the sects.
Cultivators could appear godlike in front of ordinary people, but in reality, it wasn't a big deal.
Qiao Wan has surprised him a bit.
He didn't expect her to have such determination. Even though she was beaten up like this, she could turn the tables and win in the end.
"You did well," Wen Hui looked at Qiao Wan and encouraged her with a smile.
Qiao Wan's mouth hurt when she tried to smile, so she could only give a vague reply, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Although the battle was exhilarating, Qiao Wan stayed in bed for two whole days afterwards.
Her head still buzzed as if it was ringing.
The monks of the Great Compassion Cliff, with their tough bodies, could recover faster than her. Qiao Wan was wrapped up like a mummy while lying in bed, and she heard that Ciji had already woken up.
During those two days, Xiao He took care of her.
Shortly after Qiao Wan took Mu Xiaoxiao to Changhong Cliff, she got severely injured. This news also reached Zhou Yan's ears, so he ordered Xiao He to bring some good medicine to Qiao Wan's cave. Fortunately, Mu Xiaoxiao didn't blame her.
Sitting alone at the table, Zhou Yan looked blankly at the peach branches outside the window.
His three disciples had completely different personalities.
Lu Pihan was cold and proud, while Xiaoxiao was innocent and naive.
It was Qiao Wan who, perhaps because she grew up in the mortal realm, matured early and developed a bit of a fierce temperament.
When she first came to Kunshan, she was young, but unconsciously, she had already grown into her current appearance.
He knew that Qiao Wan had been trying hard, but he never expected her to reach this level.
When Zhou Yan recalled Qiao Wan's appearance when she first arrived in Kunshan, his heart felt heavy with mixed emotions.
Xiao He placed the elixir by the bed and asked, "elder martial sister, have you seen the jade scroll?"
Qiao Wan asked, "Jade scroll?"
The young disciple took off the jade scroll and threw it in front of her, saying, "See for yourself."
Qiao Wan calmly reached out and peeled off the messy bandages from her eyes, taking a look at the jade scroll.
Amongst the numerous messages, she found one that was related to her.
The battle below Changhong Cliff, who knows who recorded it in the jade scroll.
Her battle below Changhong Cliff wasn't really anything special, it only gained attention because she was Zhou Yan's disciple and had a complicated relationship with Mu Xiaoxiao.
When she saw the contents of the "Souvenir Image," someone scoffed at it.
The battles between cultivators were much more brutal, with limbs flying everywhere. This was nothing more than a fight between low-level cultivators.
Of course, there were also those who were surprised.
Among cultivators, there were many tough individuals, but there weren't many female cultivators like Qiao Wan who were focused on physical training. And among those who trained in "Baijie Rou," Qiao Wan's recklessness was rare.
The main reason was that Qiao Wan, from the beginning, gave the impression of having poor talent, and that she only got lucky by becoming Zhou Yan's disciple.
In other words, she wasn't an independent person.
Qiao Wan could be said to be Mu Xiaoxiao's shadow, Zhou Yan's disciple, Lu Pihan's younger martial sister, and Ma Huaizhen's target.
She wasn't just "Qiao Wan."
But in the "Souvenir Image," when the girl stood up with blood flowing, everyone couldn't help but be a bit surprised.
Is this Qiao Wan?
It's like they're seeing her for the first time, discovering that there's such a person in Kunshan.
- In fact, for Qiao Wan to be accepted as a disciple by Yuqing Spiritual Master, it's not just because she looks like Mu Xiaoxiao, right?
- Have you seen Ma Huaizhen getting close to a few people? Can Qiao Wan really be a pretentious person if she can get close to Ma Huaizhen?
Cultivators are still human beings, even the physical cultivators who endure pain.
Who would willingly endure such abuse for no reason? They're not masochists.
At least from the images in the "Souvenir Image," it's not likely that someone who can be beaten like this and still manage to knock out Ciji is simply relying on their looks to become Zhou Yan's disciple.
The path of the Great Dao is vast, but no matter which path it is, only those who possess a strong and resilient mind can go further.
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Meanwhile, on Qinghuan Peak, Lu Pihan and Ma Huaizhen were drinking tea.
There was a rolled-up jade scroll on the table.
The "Souvenir Image" on the jade scroll rippled, reflecting the scene of the reckless monk smashing the girl on the ground.
Ma Huaizhen smiled slightly, showing a rare approving expression on his face.
"I didn't expect Qiao Wan to have such ability."
Lu Pihan glanced at him calmly,
Didn't he know best whether Qiao Wan had such ability or not?
The god of Wenshi Hall, Ma Huaizhen, is a person who treats men and women as workhorses without any mercy.
Ma Huaizhen : "Are you feeling sorry?"
Lu Pihan looked at the jade slip, lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes remained the same, deep as the sea.
Although they didn't show it, Lu Pihan and Ma Huaizhen were almost on the same page when it came to this matter, one can say they were indifferent.
There's nothing to feel sorry about.
If you can't even bear this, then why seek the path?
During the thirty years they spent together, the two of them knew what kind of personality Qiao Wan had.
Ma Huaizhen took the jade slip and looked at it carefully.
In the "Souvenir Image", Qiao Wan looked miserable, but it was just superficial wounds. In reality, these injuries were not severe enough to catch the attention of Ma Huaizhen , who was an expert in recognizing disabled people.
But it must be said that Ma Huaizhen was quite satisfied when he saw the images on the jade slip.
After all, he was the one who personally trained her.
He and Qiao Wan grew closer because she was good at getting things done with few words, which made her useful.
Two days later, when Qiao Wan had recovered from her injuries and could move freely, she went to Qinghuan Peak.
Ma Huaizhen wanted her to settle the accounts.
Last time, she caused trouble for him.
With a painful expression, Qiao Wan took out her storage bag. Ma Huaizhen rudely grabbed her bag and flipped through it, emptying it completely.
Maybe it was because her presence was a bit distracting, even Ma Huaizhen couldn't stand it. He took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve and threw it to her, saying, "Take it out and apply it to heal your wounds and scars."
Qiao Wan looked at the scars on Ma Huaizhen's face and decided to have reservations about his words.
"What's with that look?" Ma Huaizhen was not pleased. "Don't believe me?"
"Elder, don't you not care about these things?"
Ma Huaizhen glanced at the bow on her head and decisively said, "Too ugly."
Ma Huaizhen coldly sneered, "Although I don't like your elder martial sister, who is always acting cute and foolish, it doesn't mean I'm not a man."
Ma Huaizhen sneered and said, "As long as it's a man, there's no one who doesn't appreciate beauty. Even Elder Martial Brother Lu Pihan , he must also appreciate beauty."
In Ma Huaizhen's heart, Qiao Wan's appearance could barely be considered "not bad," but unfortunately, she wasn't as beautiful as he wished.
So, Qiao Wan swiftly left, holding the scar-removing medicine given by Ma Huaizhen .
During her recovery, Elder Martial Brother came to see her once and told her to take good care of herself.
Mu Xiaoxiao also came to visit once.
Gan Nan visited more frequently.
Now, everyone in Kunshan knows that they have made a marriage contract, and it seems unnecessary to avoid suspicion.
The young man blinked as he looked at Qiao Wan , a hint of envy in his eyes. "If given the chance, I also hope to be like you, little sister."
Fearless like her.
Thinking of this, the young man's gaze dimmed a little.
Although it was not clear what was wrong with Gan Nan , Qiao Wan could still see the change in his emotions. She patted his shoulder to show comfort and said seriously, "Let's work hard together."
Good friends should work hard together, right?
Surprisingly, Ciji also came to visit.
The monk walked with steady steps, and from his appearance, there was no sign of injury.
When he saw Qiao Wan , a look of reluctance appeared on his face, and he sincerely raised his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra, "Amitabha."
"I was a bit too rough," Qiao Wan waved her hand, "Immortal friend, it's unavoidable to get hurt during a sparring session."
"Immortal friend, do you mind if I sit here?" Ciji pointed to the small stone stool next to the bed and asked.
"Please, have a seat," replied Qiao Wan .
"Actually, ever since losing to immortal friend last time, there has been something troubling me," Ciji said, deep in thought.
Before losing consciousness, the sound of a stern and righteous "wrongdoer" seemed to echo in his ears.
His master had a beautiful appearance, not resembling a serious monk at all, but his fierce personality made Ciji shudder whenever he thought about it.
But his master was highly respected and currently in seclusion, so there shouldn't be any connection with the girl in front of him.
Qiao Wan used her final move, which vaguely resembled their Zen martial arts.
"Pardon my curiosity, but immortal friend, your final move that day didn't seem like Kunshan martial arts..." Ciji spoke discreetly, and Qiao Wan understood immediately.
Buddhists prefer not to reveal their identities.
After thinking for a moment, Qiao Wan became serious. "To be honest, my move is indeed not Kunshan martial arts. This move, called Dynamic Light Wave, I coincidentally learned it from a book."
"Dynamic... Light Wave?" Ciji hesitated.
Ciji wondered if he had misunderstood something.
The name didn't sound like a technique used by his master, Venerable One Miaofa.
In the end, when Ciji walked out of the cave, he still hadn't asked the question he wanted to.
In the following days, Ciji came a few more times, always bringing something with him.
Although they didn't ask what they wanted to ask, during these days, Qiao Wan and Ciji formed a connection of unfamiliar friends.
Ciji thought that although Qiao Wan had mediocre aptitude, she had a strong and resilient character, which was rare and worth getting to know.
They would all be walking in the cultivating world, so it's good to have more friends and connections.
The monks of Great Compassion Cliff were all skilled fighters, and each one was more impressive than the last.
Qiao Wan 's small cave suddenly had two more heads. She, Ciji , and Gan Nan would gather together every day, spar and exchange experiences, just like college roommates studying together in a study room.
The Golden Clock Cover was a technique unique to Great Compassion Cliff and should not be spread around. Ciji taught them a simplified version, a technique that could gather energy in their bodies.
Qiao Wan made some modifications, gathering the energy in her palms, and named it Iron Sand Palm.
Qiao Wan also taught a few moves that she knew as a way of repayment.
Gan Nan may be a bit useless, but Qiao Wan sadly discovered that he had good talent, abundant spiritual energy, and the ability to control wind, rain, and even lightning.
As for why he's so useless, it's still a mystery.
Even the young man stuttered and taught them two lightning spells and water spells without much confidence.
Looking at these lightning spells, it reminded Qiao Wan if she could really create a dynamic light ball and throw it.
However, compressing the power of lightning into a ball is extremely difficult. After several failed attempts, Qiao Wan finally figured out the trick.
Although the lightning ball was a bit crude, it could finally be used as a move.
Ciji asked, "What should we call it, 'immortal friend'?"
Qiao Wan's mind went blank and she wasn't sure. "How about... 'Throw Your Thunder'?"
Generally speaking, calling out moves is a bit cheesy.
But if you shout confidently, "Throw Your Thunder," then it's completely okay, and there's no need to worry about it being cheesy. On the contrary, it becomes quite impressive.
The only thing to worry about is that it might instantly provoke hatred.
The young man innocently stared with his clear eyes and said, "Little sister, even though the name of your move is straightforward, it's also easy to understand."
Qiao Wan politely replied, "Thank you."
After seeing off Ciji and Gan Nan, Qiao Wan took out her little booklet again.
Biting her pen, Qiao Wan sighed melancholically.
After all, she was a supporting character in a transmigration novel. Why didn't she have a system store? If there was a system store, she could earn points by completing tasks and exchange for secret techniques and skills. That would be nice.
As she thought about it, Qiao Wan buried her head in the booklet and made more notes.
Moves: Several Kunshan moves, Subtle Steps, Uninterrupted Radiance, Iron Sand Palm, and Throw Your Thunder.
Perhaps the heavens had taken notice of her sadness as a transmigrated supporting character who hadn't accomplished anything. Soon, Qiao Wan experienced the first wave of the story since regaining her memories.
