Chapter 122: Still Just a Child
“Senior Brother Ye, naming them like this—is it insulting people or insulting swords? Are you just going to let your disciple run wild like this?”
Hearing Lin Qingyue’s sword names, Qi Yuan’s face darkened.
A mere Golden Core being so rampant in the Sect Competition—did he really think their Sword Dao Peak was easy to bully?
“Junior Brother Qi,” Ye Zhanxiu said, “It’s just a name, why take it seriously? Qingyue is still a child; it’s not strange for him to like picking some odd names.”
What a “still just a child.”
Qi Yuan was choked by Ye Zhanxiu’s words. “Which sect disciple is like him, insulting fellow disciples so? Senior Brother should discipline him.”
Ye Zhanxiu: “The child has many swords; what’s strange about picking a few interesting names? Junior Brother Qi, us old fogies shouldn’t be too stubborn. The child is still small; we can’t hold it against a child.”
Qi Yuan flung his sleeves and snorted coldly. Ye Zhanxiu glanced at him indifferently. How old is he, having such a big temper?
Su Ling smiled. “This child is an interesting one; even naming things is so amusing.”
The Sect Leader had a headache and called out helplessly, “Junior Sister Su.” Don’t keep fanning the flames, ah.
Su Ling pretended not to understand his look. “Senior Brother Sect Leader, if you have something to say, speak.”
What could he say? Say don’t fan the flames?!
If he said it, he’d be the one getting roasted next.
The Sect Leader had a huge headache. “Watch the match, watch the match. Both children are in the Golden Core stage and improving fast. Junior Brother Ye and Junior Brother Qi have taught them well; our Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s future lies with these children.”
“Look, how much they resemble us back in the day.”
Su Ling chuckled lightly. “Senior Brother Sect Leader’s eyesight is truly good; no presbyopia at all. Quite rare.”
The Sect Leader, roasted again—wasn’t it just because he didn’t agree to the match between that child Si Yi and Yun Jinzhou?
The Sect Leader laughed hehe and hurriedly changed the subject, looking at Ye Zhanxiu. “Junior Brother Ye.”
He signaled with his eyes for him to say a few words quickly to persuade Su Ling. Before Ye Zhanxiu could react, Su Ling’s gaze swept over, and he immediately avoided the Sect Leader’s plea for help.
Ye Zhanxiu coughed lightly. “Junior Sister Su isn’t wrong; Qingyue, this child, is just interesting.”
After speaking, he smiled at Su Ling. Su Ling chuckled and didn’t speak further.
The Sect Leader lamented with emotion. Indeed, people—everything has its vanquisher. He despised Ye Zhanxiu; how could he be so cowardly?
Lin Qingyue and Yun Jinzhou were both in the Golden Core stage, with the same cultivation level. Both were the sect’s favored sons of heaven, personal disciples of two peaks, and similarly the youngest junior brothers.
Their match had the most spectators.
When Lin Qingyue shouted his sword’s name, everyone could hear it.
Watching the two on the field going back and forth, evenly matched, the crowd outside discussed animatedly.
Yu Qianqian shouted to cheer for Lin Qingyue, while Qu Xiao and the others cheered for Yun Jinzhou. Seeing this, Yu Qianqian pulled Si Yi over. “Hurry, join me.”
Si Yi pursed his lips, a bit embarrassed to shout. “You just shout louder; I believe in Senior Sister.”
Yu Qianqian: “…”
“Are we friends or not? They have many people, we have few. Hurry up, shout with me.”
Si Yi felt happy inside, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up. “Do you really want me to shout?”
“Quit murmuring. Hurry up, we absolutely can’t let them steal the limelight.” Yu Qianqian insisted on competing with the other side, dragging Si Yi to shout and cheer together.
“Senior Brother Lin, Senior Brother Lin, number one under heaven, invincible in battle!”
Hearing the two shouting on stage, Lin Qingyue felt a bit helpless. With such big talk, if he lost, he would truly be a joke.
He looked at Yun Jinzhou opposite him. What a coincidence; right after Bai Dou was bled, he went into seclusion to advance. While exchanging moves, he discovered Yun Jinzhou’s spiritual power was indeed profound, and his eyes turned cold.
As they clashed, Lin Qingyue spoke up, “Was Bai Dou’s blood useful?”
Yun Jinzhou dodged his sword. “What is Senior Brother Lin saying? Junior Brother doesn’t understand.”
Lin Qingyue snorted coldly and shouted, “All troops fall in!”
He had many swords, plus the sword moves he comprehended earlier; he launched them simultaneously.
“Great Void holding the image.”
“Sword Soul as the guide.”
“Hundred Swords across the sky.”
“Falling Shadows of the Big Dipper.”
One sentence per move, the entire Sword Dueling Platform was filled with his swords, enveloping the two of them within. There were so many real and fake swords that it was impossible to distinguish them.
“Is this Junior Brother Lin’s sword formation?”
“It doesn’t look like one!”
“It’s not a sword formation,” a disciple from Xuanshu Peak said.
“With so many swords, how powerful must Senior Brother Lin’s divine sense be? The spiritual power consumed is definitely not a small amount.”
“Then if he can’t determine victory or defeat in one move, wouldn’t he lose?” someone remarked.
“With a move like this, he couldn’t possibly lose, right?”
“Can’t say for sure. Junior Brother Yun is also in the Golden Core stage with thick spiritual power. It’s not impossible to dodge this sword and turn defeat into victory.”
The surrounding disciples discussed animatedly. The Sect Leader and the Peak Masters and Elders on the high seats also grew interested seeing the fierce competition between the two.
“It seems the outcome is decided.”
Yun Jinzhou gripped the Azure Jade Sword in his hand, wanting to knock Lin Qingyue off the stage before his swords fell. Seeing this, Lin Qingyue smiled.
He was waiting for exactly this moment. As Yun Jinzhou made his move, Lin Qingyue’s swords fell one after another, intercepting Yun Jinzhou’s steps.
It was like entering a cage built for him. He kept dodging, constantly looking for Lin Qingyue’s flaws, but Lin Qingyue gave him no chance, aiming for a quick battle.
A blade edge sliced across Yun Jinzhou’s left arm. Under his astonished gaze, a sword from behind fell and sliced across his right arm.
With so many swords, real and fake, he couldn’t dodge in time at all. Yet Lin Qingyue didn’t intend to kick him off the stage or point a sword directly at his throat. Instead, he struck sword by sword. Soon, Yun Jinzhou blocked, failed to dodge in time, and was cut again.
Lin Qingyue’s goal was obvious: to avenge Bai Dou. His sword continuously slashed across Yun Jinzhou’s body. As long as he didn’t shout surrender, he could keep slashing.
However, his actions caused a huge controversy.
“Senior Brother Lin… isn’t this humiliating people?”
“If you want to win, be decisive. Just knock him off the stage. Why insult someone like this?”
Yu Qianqian retorted, “Didn’t Junior Brother Yun not shout surrender? According to the rules, Senior Brother Lin isn’t doing anything wrong.”
“That may be true, but these light and heavy cuts… it’s just torturing people.”
“You aren’t Junior Brother Yun; how do you feel this is torturing people?” Yu Qianqian asked. “If it were really torture, he would have shouted surrender long ago.”
Si Yi nodded beside her, agreeing with her words very much. “Senior Sister Yu is right. After all, Junior Brother Yun isn’t mute; if he couldn’t handle it, he would speak.”
“Exactly. Besides, it’s a competition; there must be winners and losers. Junior Brother Lin didn’t use any lethal moves.”
Just as the disciples watching had disputes, so did the Peak Masters and Elders on the high seats.
After seeing Lin Qingyue’s actions clearly, Qi Yuan’s face turned gloomy. Staring at the Sword Dueling Platform, his hand inside his wide sleeve gripped the armrest of his chair tightly.
Ye Zhanxiu had absolutely no guilt about helping his disciple. He slowly raised his tea and drank it leisurely.
Seeing him drink several cups of tea in a row, Su Ling knew the confrontation between the two children had his hand in it. A smile floated on her lips, and she drank tea and watched the show along with him.
She spoke nonchalantly, “Senior Brothers need not worry. With me here, there won’t be any problems.”
Su Ling’s words weren’t wrong; with her there, it indeed wasn’t a problem. After all, her medical skills were unmatched in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, not to mention Lin Qingyue hadn’t used lethal moves.
Qi Yuan looked at her unhappily. “Junior Sister Su, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can find me for a fight. Why target a child here?”
Su Ling slowly put down her teacup, tidied her sleeves, changed her posture, and looked back. “What a big hat; you put it on me just like that. Truly treating good intentions as a donkey’s liver and lungs.”
“Hmph, countless people beg for my, Su Ling’s, treatment in vain. I’m not some idle person who insists on rushing to treat people.”
Qi Yuan laughed in anger at her words. “Not your disciple, so you don’t have half a bit of heartache. When Si Yi encounters such people and things, I hope you can also be like you are now.”
It was fine if he didn’t mention Si Yi, but as soon as he did, Su Ling’s face turned cold, and her mouth curled in a sneer. “You, Qi Yuan, are truly a good master. None of us can catch up to you.”
The two were at daggers drawn, feeling like they could fight the next moment. Si Yi had come over as soon as they started talking and heard everything.
Looking at Su Ling, he called out softly, “Master.”
There was no need to do this for someone like him; he wasn’t worth it at all.
Si Yi looked at Su Ling with teary eyes, then lowered his head in front of her, hesitantly reaching out to tug at her sleeve.
Su Ling lowered her eyes, patted his head, and merely sighed slightly. “Let it be.”
While they were talking, Lin Qingyue had mostly exacted his revenge. He lifted his chin, looking down from above. “Junior Brother Yun, do you surrender?”
The sword named Dog Thief Die pointed at Yun Jinzhou. “As long as you shout surrender loud and clear, I will withdraw my sword. So, does Junior Brother Yun surrender?”
Clearly, he said surrender, but Yun Jinzhou knew he meant admitting to attacking Bai Dou. Yun Jinzhou looked at him, lowering his eyes, thinking unknown thoughts.
Seeing him lower his head, Lin Qingyue didn’t need to guess to know what he was going to do.
Sure enough, the next second, Yun Jinzhou raised his head, his eyes full of stubbornness and grievance. “Why must Senior Brother Lin treat me like this? Are you satisfied with humiliating me so?”
“Is this called humiliation?” Lin Qingyue asked in confusion. “I thought this was called a tooth for a tooth.”
“Besides, aren’t we competing? Junior Brother Yun, when you go out into the world, those enemies and demons won’t talk to you about being a gentleman, nor about mercy. Senior Brother’s attacks on you were very light; these are all just flesh wounds.”
Look how benevolent a person he was; truly extremely kind.
Lin Qingyue looked at him with a smile, but his eyes were cold.
Since he liked letting blood so much, he might as well bleed enough. Looking at the wounds on Yun Jinzhou’s body, he was fairly satisfied.
“Junior Brother Yun, if you don’t surrender, don’t blame Senior Brother for continuing.”
As Lin Qingyue spoke, he gathered power for a final move to knock him off the stage. The moment he struck, Qi Yuan and the others on the high seats saw it and thought he was going to deliver a killing blow.
Qi Yuan acted directly. “Brat, cease hurting this Sovereign’s disciple!”
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s competition had elders watching on the side. If a disciple used a lethal move or a disciple couldn’t dodge a fatal injury, they would intervene to save people.
But Lin Qingyue’s movement only looked like a big move—especially since his back was to Qi Yuan. In reality, it was just a feint; he had no intention of dealing a killing blow at all.
When Qi Yuan attacked, the elder on the side frowned and stepped forward to stop him. But Qi Yuan was a Peak Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, his cultivation higher than theirs. When he attacked Lin Qingyue, they could only try their best to save him.
Ye Zhanxiu’s expression changed, and he attacked immediately after.
The change happened very quickly. Ye Jingxian’s heart was instantly suspended, and he also rushed forward, heading towards Lin Qingyue.
“Little Junior Brother!”
The moment Qi Yuan attacked, Lin Qingyue was blasted away by the shockwave. Although Ye Zhanxiu blocked it, he was still nearly injured. Seeing this, he took the opportunity to fall.
Ye Jingxian caught him just in time, saying anxiously, “Little Junior Brother.”
He quietly reached out and tugged his Eldest Senior Brother’s sleeve, winking at him. Then, Lin Qingyue spat out a mouthful of blood unexpectedly. Holding him, Ye Jingxian’s hands couldn’t stop trembling. “Little Junior Brother.”
Holding the person tightly, he panicked endlessly. “Little Junior Brother, are you okay?”
At the critical moment, his Eldest Senior Brother actually didn’t understand his meaning. Lin Qingyue almost swallowed the half-spat blood, coughed twice, and continued to spit it out.
He grabbed Ye Jingxian’s hand. “Eldest Senior Brother…”
He winked quietly at him again, signaling he was fine. However, Ye Jingxian was frightened and couldn’t care about so much. He turned around holding him and shouted at Su Ling, “Uncle-Master Su, I beg you to look at Little Junior Brother.”
Lin Qingyue paused while gripping his hem. No, no need for Uncle-Master Su.
Mentally exhausted, Lin Qingyue simply closed his eyes and feigned weakness, acting as if he really suffered a heavy injury.
Ye Zhanxiu stopped Qi Yuan. Seeing Su Ling at Lin Qingyue’s side, his face darkened; this time, he was truly angry.
Su Ling gave Lin Qingyue a pill immediately, then placed her hand on him. Si Yi, following behind her, was very anxious. “Master, is Qingyue okay?”
Leaning in Ye Jingxian’s arms, Lin Qingyue opened his eyes and said weakly to Su Ling, “Uncle-Master Su, I’m fine.”
Turning to Ye Jingxian: “Eldest Senior Brother, I haven’t finished competing yet. Winning or losing hasn’t been decided.”
With his heart clenched in fear, Ye Jingxian gently wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth and held his hand. “Little Junior Brother, don’t move.”
Su Ling released her hand. “The injury is somewhat severe. Si Yi, you and your Senior Brother Ye take Qingyue back to the peak.”
Lin Qingyue: “…”
No, he was just faking it. Was Uncle-Master Su cooperating with him this well?
Her solemn and serious tone made Lin Qingyue almost think he really suffered a heavy injury.
They took him and left. Ye Zhanxiu confronted Qi Yuan, his sword already drawn. “Qi Yuan, what madness has possessed you?”
Protecting Yun Jinzhou, Qi Yuan frowned. “Your disciple used a lethal move. Should I not act and let him kill Jinzhou?”
Ye Zhanxiu looked at him with a dark face. “Ask the elders, when did Qingyue prepare a lethal move?”
His words and the elders’ nods stunned Qi Yuan; he didn’t believe his words at all. Ye Zhanxiu chuckled coldly. Good, very good.
He turned to look at the Sect Leader and the others. “Senior Brother Sect Leader, you speak. Also, ask Qi Yuan for me what he wants to do?”
The Sect Leader had an even bigger headache. With Qi Yuan’s sudden move injuring a disciple, he had indeed seen wrongly.
Even he couldn’t understand Qi Yuan now. “Junior Brother Qi, you indeed saw wrongly.”
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