Chapter 199: Fairy Fengya Style Taunting (Third Update)

But precisely because of that slogan, “Ye Meijing” lost interest in shouting along. After all, no matter how one looked at it, she, Ye Wenxin, was one of the demon cultivators that everyone in the immortal sects wanted to eradicate.

Fairy Fengya seemed to turn a deaf ear to it all, leaving “Ye Meijing” suspecting that this Fairy Fengya only desired to become strong, without any other thoughts beyond that.

“Master, besides wanting to ascend, don’t you have anything else you want to do?” Amidst the clamoring crowd, “Ye Meijing” loudly asked this near Fairy Fengya’s ear.

Fairy Fengya appeared even more puzzled. She looked around at the lively scene, unable to understand why “Ye Meijing” would ask something so out of tune with the atmosphere.

“Some want to become stronger so they won’t be bullied, some seek wealth because they fear poverty. Then, Master, don’t tell me your ascendance is out of reverence again,” added “Ye Meijing”, their conversation standing out amidst the surrounding commotion.

Fairy Fengya hesitated briefly, before giving “Ye Meijing” an answer. “Perhaps, I just want to travel around.”

It seemed like she was genuinely considering the question “Ye Meijing” raised, but her response was unexpected for “Ye Meijing”.

“You want to travel, but isn’t it natural to go wherever you please?”

“It’s precisely because it’s too easy that I’m reluctant to do it,” Fairy Fengya replied. “Ye Meijing” felt even more exasperated, cursing inwardly at Fairy Fengya’s distinctiveness. Running away was one thing, but she seemed to enjoy taking the most challenging route possible.

“Ye Meijing” naturally wouldn’t miss the chance to goad Fairy Fengya into leaving the Azure Wings Sect. “Then it’s even simpler. You can cause some trouble and then run away from the Azure Wings Sect. Being chased every day, isn’t that challenging?”

Fairy Fengya responded, “They can’t beat me, so where’s the challenge?”

Though her tone remained calm, her words were still infuriating. With Fairy Fengya’s skills, there truly were no opponents in this realm who could match her. While others saw this world as a hellishly difficult place, in Fairy Fengya’s eyes, it was child’s play, with just one sword enough to KO anyone.

The more “Ye Meijing” thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Jealousy made her unable to resist adding another jab: “Even so, you still haven’t ascended.”

Fairy Fengya remained silent, simply extending her hand. “Ye Meijing” reflexively closed her eyes, expecting Fairy Fengya to be provoked by her words. However, Fairy Fengya just gently stroked “Ye Meijing’s” hair, leaving behind a simple sentence.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Ye Meijing” felt even more infuriated by her response, but she saw Fairy Fengya already getting up as the announcer was calling out Ye Wenxin’s name on stage.

“The next match: Ye Wenxin versus Long Qing’er.”

Hearing Long Qing’er’s name, “Ye Meijing” felt somewhat incredulous. She thought the Azure Wings Sect wouldn’t even spare a single elite disciple, but in the end, they still sent out Long Qing’er.

However, thinking about Fairy Fengya disguised as Ye Wenxin facing Long Qing’er on stage, “Ye Meijing’s” feelings were quite complex.

On one hand, there was Fairy Fengya, whom she had hated for many years, and on the other hand, there was her best friend’s niece. No matter how she looked at it, Long Qing’er didn’t stand a chance.

And given that Long Qing’er would be facing Fairy Fengya, there was only one likely person who could have arranged something demented like this.

“Ye Meijing” shifted her gaze towards the high platform, where she saw Eldest Princess Long Qingyue sitting in her wheelchair. There was a subtle smile on her face, and as her eyes met with “Ye Meijing’s”, she waved her hand.

That gesture seemed to convey some meaning, but “Ye Meijing” felt it definitely wasn’t a good sign. Thinking more about Long Qingyue’s attitude towards Long Qing’er, “Ye Meijing” was even more convinced that Long Qingyue had intentionally arranged for Fairy Fengya and Long Qing’er to meet, to suppress her niece’s overweening attitude.

“This isn’t just putting out a fire; it’s plunging into the ice age.”

Realizing that Long Qingyue was even willing to suppress and trample on her own niece, “Ye Meijing” showed a bitter smile, then reluctantly turned her gaze towards the stage.

The host had already announced the start of the match. Standing in the middle of the ring, the two opponents exchanged a courtesy gesture before engaging in combat.

In the blink of an eye, Long Qing’er swiftly attacked Fairy Fengya.

However, Fairy Fengya showed no signs of panic. She didn’t even use the dagger that “Ye Meijing” had prepared for her, effortlessly dodging the attacks.

Long Qing’er immediately realized her opponent’s prowess. She didn’t dare to be careless, and unleashed her sword technique, manifesting a chilling sword intent that could be felt by those nearby.

Although she was currently a mere inner disciple, her treatment was already on par with that of true disciples. Coupled with the power backing her, Long Qing’er’s mastery of secret techniques was extensive, and her strength was unfathomable.

No matter how dominant Long Qing’er seemed, and despite her fierce sword Qi, she was simply no match for the opponent before her. Long Qing’er began to grow impatient, utterly bewildered by the kind of monster Ye Wenxin had hired.

As her Qi rapidly depleted during the fight, onlookers were already in an uproar, witnessing Long Qing’er’s sorry state. They had no idea what kind of monster Ye Wenxin was, to have such unfathomable strength.

The more Ye Meijing watched, the more she sympathized. If she were standing on that platform right now, facing Fairy Fengya in battle, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would end up like Long Qing’er.

Yet, perhaps it was just her imagination, but Ye Meijing felt that Fairy Fengya was deliberately showing restraint against Long Qing’er, merely depleting her Qi without any intention of inflicting harm.

But Long Qing’er was unaware of Fairy Fengya’s restraint. To be so toyed with by a mere mercenary in front of her aunt, made Long Qing’er feel a mix of shame and indignation.

Initially somewhat confident in her own cultivation, now she saw herself as nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well; Long Qing’er hated her own incompetence, her inability to become stronger.

“Surrender,” Fairy Fengya said, looking at the worn out Long Qing’er.

Long Qing’er bit her bottom lip hard, using her sword to support herself. She couldn’t lose, and she absolutely couldn’t let her aunt see her in such a state.

But looking at the person in front of her, who was so powerful that words couldn’t describe it, and realizing that she hadn’t even touched the hem of their clothes, Long Qing’er didn’t know how to adjust to such disparity.

The taste of blood in her mouth grew stronger and stronger, and Long Qing’er suddenly remembered a move she had read about in a book. She hurriedly forced out a drop of her blood essence, preparing to make a final desperate effort with all her strength.

“Ye Meijing” was originally enjoying the spectacle of the battle, but she hadn’t expected Long Qing’er, this child, to be so stubborn. Seeing the blood essence she forced out, “Ye Meijing” suddenly remembered the precious gift she had given Long Qing’er as a token of gratitude.

“Ye Meijing” couldn’t care less about the ongoing match now. She hurriedly shouted at Fairy Fengya, “Ye Wenxin, stop her—”

But before she could finish her sentence, there was a huge explosion on the stage, engulfing both Fairy Fengya and Long Qing’er.