Chapter 82

Yun Que had never hated anyone this much before. She had never suffered much hardship in the human world before her master took her into the sect. Although her spiritual roots were damaged, she had been smooth sailing ever since.

No one had ever made her lose face like this.

Hatred flickered in Yun Que’s eyes as she lightly shook the bell on her wrist, producing a clear, crisp sound that caused everyone present to momentarily freeze.

Qinghuan Bell, the tenth ranked spiritual instrument.

She really did have a lot of good things.

Almost everyone was momentarily dazed. In a battle, even a momentary lapse could be fatal. Yun Que wanted to seize this moment, but Ye Qiao was completely unaffected.

She shook the bell several times in disbelief.

“Stop wasting your energy.” Qinghuan Bell could interfere with one’s spiritual sea, but Ye Qiao didn’t even frown.

Yun Que gritted her teeth and swiftly moved away.

Ye Qiao couldn’t match Yun Que’s speed as a Golden Core cultivator, but her divine sense was wide enough to cover a certain range.

The moment Yun Que’s aura reappeared, Ye Qiao delivered a swift and precise kick to her abdomen, mercilessly knocking her to the ground.

The scorching ground instantly emitted hot steam, causing immense pain to Yun Que, who had water spiritual roots. The heat on her back made her want to jump off the ground.

However, Ye Qiao mercilessly stepped on her, rendering Yun Que immobile. Her vision darkened, and the pain in her internal organs made her scream uncontrollably, her sanity slipping away: “Ye Qiao!!”

It was a display of impotent rage.

Ye Qiao tore off the bell hanging from Yun Que’s wrist and crushed it without a change in expression.

The heroine really had a lot of good things.

With her life-bound spiritual instrument destroyed, Yun Que immediately spat out blood due to the backlash.

This third trial in the secret realm was the first real test of strength between Wen Jian Sect, Yue Qing Sect, and Chang Ming Sect.

Clearly, Yun Que’s performance greatly disappointed the elders who had high hopes for her.

If it was a gap between talisman practitioners and sword cultivators, then why didn’t Song Han Sheng show such disparity despite being a talisman practitioner?

When they heard that Yun Hen had taken in a disciple with supreme spiritual roots, Qin Fan Fan was nearly turned into a sour lemon with jealousy.

Now he felt balanced.

A supreme spiritual root disciple still got beaten up by his apprentice.

The cultivators watching from outside were well-informed and quickly recognized the spiritual instrument.

“The Qinghuan Bell is destroyed. What a pity.”

“The person may be lacking, but they sure have a lot of good stuff.”

“Useless and loves to play.”

“……”

Su Zhu’s cultivation level was higher than Ming Xuan’s by one stage, but Ming Xuan came from one of the Eight Great Families and knew far more talismans. With the heart method of Chang Ming Sect, they could fight to a draw.

“You’re going too far.” Seeing his little little sister being beaten, Su Zhu was extremely angry, but being entangled by Ming Xuan, he couldn’t free himself and could only watch.

Ming Xuan laughed coldly, “Who’s going too far? Weren’t you the ones who struck first?”

With so many people watching, whoever struck first was at fault. Su Zhu bit his lip, unable to justify Yun Que’s actions earlier, and couldn’t shamelessly claim “she’s just a child.” Seeing Su Zhu unable to respond, Ming Xuan paid special attention to Mu Chongxi’s side of the battle.

Seeing Su Zhu didn’t notice his actions, Ming Xuan quickly sent a transmission talisman to remind his fourth junior brother of the array’s weak spot and where to break it.

Mu Chongxi, an impatient person, had bombarded the array with sword strikes since being trapped, but it remained unscathed.

Upon hearing Ming Xuan’s instructions, he focused his strength on the array’s weakest point.

Su Zhu, distracted by watching Yun Que, didn’t notice Ming Xuan’s transmission talisman getting through.

Song Han Sheng’s array, painstakingly set up, was broken, and his face darkened, “Useless.” He couldn’t even keep an eye on someone.

Su Zhu’s face flushed at the insult.

Everyone was a proud genius. Song Han Sheng’s words were sharp, and Su Zhu, unable to bear it, turned coldly, “You can only bully those weaker than you.”

Song Han Sheng remained unfazed, “Can’t even handle a Golden Core beginner. What’s the use of you?”

Su Zhu was furious, “When Ming Xuan was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he could even defeat Zhai Chen. What’s wrong with me fighting him to a draw? It’s your problem for not handling Mu Chongxi. Setting up arrays is just embarrassing.”

Oh my.

Mu Chongxi and Ming Xuan huddled together, whispering, “Are they… turning on each other?”

They only wanted to beat Yun Que, but she had too many protectors.

Seeing Yun Que’s two protectors arguing, the ever curious Ming Xuan almost shouted, “Stop arguing and start fighting already.”