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With curiosity, Han Ye arrived at another Ascending Immortal Platform.

A fierce wind whistled through the mountains, surrounded by inner sect disciples dressed in green.

He could clearly feel that the cultivation level of the disciples here was much higher. The establishment of the foundation was the basic condition for becoming an inner sect disciple, whether in terms of resources or treatment, they were all a step up.

The whole sect had only a few thousand inner disciples, so the assessment time was much faster than the outer sect, only two days were needed to see the final duel.

The Ascending Immortal Platform here was even more extensive than the external sect, a solid ring, more like a large stage.

White jade steps, spiritual mist overflowing, two tall figures stood in opposition on the Ascending Immortal Platform. A man and a woman, disciples had already gathered under the platform, just to witness the birth of the number one disciple of the inner sect.

Han Ye saw the two faces, Chu Xianyu as always, her head covered with a douli hat and a veil, silent as a clay statue, and her opponent was a gentle and jade-like young man in a green robe, handsome, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, refreshing like a spring breeze.

“He’s Liu Chengfeng, the young master of Liu Manor, Liu Lingqi’s brother?”

Han Ye finally saw this prodigy who had only existed in others’ words, who actually looked like a graceful gentleman.

“I can’t handle it, senior brother is so handsome!”

“Senior brother has been in the sect for so long and has no Taoist companion, I still have a chance!”

“Sob! Senior brother looked at me!”

Sure enough, such a handsome face was very attractive to some young girls and budding young ladies.

Han Ye stood with his arms crossed, looking at these female disciples whose hearts were in chaos, his expression stern.

In all fairness, he thought Liu Chengfeng was no better looking than himself.

He was not the pretty boy type, but the masculine type, but none of the little girls seemed to like his type?

“Whoosh!”

At this moment, a green, luminous attribute light group fell from Liu Chengfeng’s body and rolled to the edge of the Ascending Immortal Platform.

What?

Han Ye looked surprised, not expecting that at this critical moment, attributes can still be dropped.

The battle hadn’t started yet, and he was already dropping an attribute. Could it be that this Liu Chengfeng was hiding his abilities, a genius on par with Chu Xianyu?

Let’s see what’s going on.

Han Ye quietly approached and checked the attribute.

“Pick up attribute: Doomed to be Surround by Beauties+1”

“Doomed to be Surrounded by Beauties (green): You are destined to be surrounded by beautiful women.”

Damn it!

Seeing this attribute made Han Ye feel very indignant.

Why was this attribute falling off Liu Chengfeng? Just because he was handsome?

It’s really unfair.

Han Ye sighed and then quietly absorbed the attribute.

Just when Han Ye was feeling upset, the presiding senior announced:

“Inner Sect Senior Disciple of Ziwei Peak, Liu Chengfeng, versus Inner Sect Disciple Chu Xianyu. This battle is the final round of the inner sect examination. The winner could be the first disciple of the inner sect and earned the qualification to enter the Golden Cicada Secret Realm.”

After these words, the inner sect disciples below were talking.

“Who is this Chu Xianyu, who has become an inner sect disciple after just half a year. She even started challenging Liu Chengfeng.”

“You don’t know her? The Chu Family of Fuyao State, you should know her father Chu Changkong, the top swordsman in the world, the Supreme One in the Sword, the previous master of the Sword Palace.”

“No wonder, the Chu family of Fuyao exclusively produced sword cultivator leaders. Their ancestor was one of the Eight Immortal Swordsmen. I wonder if the senior brother can beat her?”

Han Ye watched the two people on the stage and had his own ideas.

He believed Liu Chengfeng could not defeat Chu Xianyu.

The conclusion was already set.

With the veil still intact, Chu Xianyu was unbeatable. Her “Sword Art Mastery” was not just empty words. Who knows what other attributes she has that have not yet fallen off.

Chu Xianyu and Liu Chengfeng confronted each other, both as silent as statues.

Liu Chengfeng looked at the high and cold white-dressed woman in front of him, His eyes filled with appreciations, a smile on his face: “Junior sister Chu, both of us are disciples of Ziwei Peak. The honor has already been awarded to the Ziwei Peak. There is no need for us to fight. Why don’t you just give up? I will compensate you.”

His tone was quite gentle, as if any normal woman wouldn’t be able to resist his request.

Chu Xianyu just shook her head: “Excluding the honor, all that’s left is living. The sword in my hand won’t allow me to just survive.”

Seeing his words are instantly rejected, Liu Chengfeng’s smile faded slightly, but he still maintained a smile: “The sword moves by the heart. In the end, it’s still a person who controls it. Junior Sister, you’re wrong.”

“I am in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment, and you’ve just established yours, you should really need to think it through carefully. I am saying this for your own good.”

Both of them had stepped on top of other inner sect disciples, so both were quite confident in their own cultivation.

Transboundary fights, Liu Chengfeng could do it, and he had done so just when he became an inner sect disciple.

Otherwise, how did he get this senior brother position?

In response to Liu Chengfeng’s wishful thinking, Chu Xianyu was unmoved. Instead, she slowly drew out the green amber-colored sword hilt. The ancient sword blade narrated everything this sword had encountered.

Cangbi, one of the Eight Middle Ancient Swords, was her personal flying sword that she found in the Sword Tomb.

There were seven other ancient swords like this, scattered in various places in the Central Earth’s world. Some were in the surging tide of the Eastern Sea, some were in the vast crack of the Ancient Yellow Sand Country in the West, and some were in the towering mountain range of the Golden Crow in the Southern Wilderness…

Each ancient sword came from somewhere not easy, their owners were ancient immortal swordsmen, contained the Qi of the Immortal Path. Only when she was under the veil, could she unleash all their power.

The reason her strength would drop considerably if she lost her veil was that she could no longer control this sword.

The personal flying sword, was everything to a sword cultivator.

It all boiled down to the fact that she had been chosen by her despised Sword Spirit.

Did she like wearing a veil? No, she did not.

Only with the veil on would the sword acknowledge her as its master.

Otherwise, she would not be able to command the power of the ancient sword. “If Junior Sister insists on a fight, then let’s fight!”

As the final words echoed out, the sound of a sword leaving its sheath rang out from the Ascending Immortal Platform.

The two figures moved simultaneously, trailing ice-cold flashes through the dimly lit spiritual mist.

Liu Chengfeng gripped his silver sword and took a step forward. In the blink of an eye, he was standing where Chu Xianyu was, only to find that he had slashed at her afterimage.

What?

Instantly realizing that Chu Xianyu was not an ordinary person—she was, after all, the eldest daughter of the Chu Family—he swiftly changed his thrusting sword move into a sweeping motion, spinning around when there was no clear target.

He struck behind him.

“Clang!”

Sparks flew, and the ripples of spiritual qi trembled continuously.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xianyu had appeared behind him and abruptly blocked his blow.

Han Ye, observing from a distance, was also quite shocked.

Liu Chengfeng had actually predicted Chu Xianyu’s attack.

He did have some merit after all.

He hadn’t been defeated in a single move.

The two exchanged a single blow, and their forms flickered apart.

The expression on Liu Chengfeng’s face had turned grave.

His sword grasping hand had started to sweat involuntarily.

Before his eyes, the veiled girl’s sword still pointed straight, as calm and composed as a passing cloud.

However, a moment later, he noticed a slight distortion in the sword in her hand. A surge of sky-blue sword qi enveloped her body, presenting an intimidating manifestation of united sword qi.

The sword qi she was using wasn’t the Purple Phoenix Startling Swan Sword Qi, but another type.

How was that possible!

The thought made Liu Chengfeng incredulous.

The Master didn’t teach him any other swordsmanship. So how did Chu Xianyu learn it?

The wind lifted a corner of the white veil. Han Ye stood on the platform below, looking at the side of Chu Xianyu’s face.

Almond-shaped eyes, sculpted eyebrows, lips as red as lacquer, her fair face veiled from the sun all year round made her skin as smooth as mutton-fat jade. She was indeed a stunning beauty. Regrettably, she chose to hide her visage under the veil, unseen by the world.

He knew that this had decided the outcome of the battle.

Seeing Chu Xianyu utilizing her divine power, Liu Chengfeng’s complexion sunk slightly. A purple radiance shone from his sword tip, the qi emerging like a dragon. Raising his hand, he unleashed his sword, hoping to tackle the stalemate.

The sword qi that embodied a roaming dragon struck out, he jabbed towards Chu Xianyu. His power was immense, trying to defeat his enemy in a single stroke.

Chu Xianyu remained unmoved, only the sword grip in her palm growing increasingly bright.

It’s starting, it’s starting.

Han Ye did not blink once. He understood Chu Xianyu too well; once she began to gather her energy, she was preparing to unleash a lethal attack.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Chengfeng’s sword slashed towards Chu Xianyu’s face.

At that moment, the sword in Chu Xianyu’s hand finally made its move.

“Zing!!”

An awe-inspiring sword cry echoed through the air, pure and clear. Like water plunging into a thousand-year-old cold pool, it drowned out all other noises. This strike was more terrifying than any previous techniques.

The sword qi swept like a tempest, dispersing the spiritual mist, striking with an unstoppable force, annihilating everything in front.

Liu Chengfeng’s vision darkened as he felt a numbing sensation in his hand. His entire body was swept away by that blow.

All of that happened in the blink of an eye.

Following the flash of the sword, the Ascending Immortal Platform fell into silence. The lady in a white robe still stood with her sword, aloof and inscrutable. Only the Elder wearing a Taoist robe stood before Liu Chengfeng. With a flick of his finger, the remaining sword qi was instantly extinguished.

“Stop at first blood, do not seriously harm each other.”

The presiding Elder said calmly.

“I declare, this year’s champion of the Inner Sect is Chu Xianyu.”

The audience was in an uproar, speechless at the sight of the overwhelming sword move.

Only Han Ye was staring at the luminous orange light ball that had solidified on Chu Xianyu. It was getting brighter, his eyes reflecting disbelief.

It looked like a tantalizing fruit that had appeared in the world.

Orange, it was actually orange!

Soon, a description of the shining orange attribute appeared before Han Ye.

“Sword Immortal Descendant (Orange): Innate Sword Progeny, returning to the original state, cultivating swordsmanship without a bottleneck, no upper limit, sword intent should be flawless.”

“Do you wish to pick up?”