In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 48 Yin within Yang, Yang within Yin

Song Yuanqiao also spoke up at the right time: "I hope you will not be offended, Master. It is indeed your disciple who has performed too well. In just two months, he has been able to cultivate the Willow Floss Sword Technique to such a high level. It is truly rare."

Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.

Everyone likes to hear nice words, and extinction is no exception.

What's more, the one who could elicit such a reaction from Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi was their own personal disciple.

Although Miejue's face was ashen, he felt as refreshed as if he had drunk a bowl of ice water on a hot summer day.

Seeing Zhang Songxi take the initiative to admit his mistake, Miejue stopped pressing the matter, gave a light snort, and withdrew her gaze.

"Now that a winner has been decided, surely someone like Sect Leader Song wouldn't cheat?"

Song Yuanqiao was honest and kind, not naive and simple-minded.

Now, how could they not understand that they had fallen into the trap of extinction, blinded by the time Gu Shaoan had entered the sect, and had underestimated Gu Shaoan?

However, Song Yuanqiao did not blame Miejue for this. Instead, he blamed himself for being narrow-minded and underestimating Gu Shaoan, which led him to unknowingly fall into a trap.

He immediately said seriously, "Master, rest assured, I, Song Yuanqiao, am not the kind of person who is unwilling to admit defeat. Since I made a promise to you, I will abide by it."

After speaking, Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Songxi.

Without further ado, the latter leaped forward, his feet landing in mid-air as if an invisible ladder were pulling him up, instantly placing Zhang Songxi on the wall next to the statue of the True Martial Emperor.

With his right hand covering the scabbard of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Zhang Songxi lightly stomped his feet twice on the wall, pulling the Heaven-Slaying Sword out of the wall. At the same time, his body spun around in the air like a top a few times before landing steadily in the previous position.

Moreover, it landed without making a sound; this skill truly deserves the title of "light as a swallow."

Even Miejue, upon seeing Zhang Songxi's mastery of the "Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap," couldn't help but feel a sense of solemnity in his eyes.

After taking down the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Zhang Songxi did not linger his gaze on it for a moment. He then walked towards Extinction, intending to return the Heaven-Slaying Sword to her.

Seeing that his sect's most precious treasure was about to return to his hands, even Miejue had no time to care about anything else; his eyes were only on the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

"Wait a minute!"

Just then, a powerful voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone looked over at the sound and discovered that the speaker was none other than Song Qingshu, who was standing next to Song Yuanqiao.

"Qingshu, is there a problem?"

"Second Uncle, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was personally seized by Grandmaster. If we just handle it like this, what if Grandmaster blames us?"

"Moreover, even if this disciple of the abbess is exceptionally talented and has only been with Emei for two months, the abbess kept it a secret. It is likely that she made a bet during the competition. Winning the Heaven Sword with such behavior is unbecoming of her character."

As he spoke, Song Qingshu first glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, then looked at Gu Shaoan, and his tone suddenly changed.

"Unless Emei and Wudang have another match, and if this new disciple of the abbess can still win, then we can only blame Wudang for having no successor."

Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and Miejue, among others, all lived for decades.

Judging from the way Song Qingshu's gaze lingered before he spoke, how could the others not know that his remarks were clearly due to jealousy and rivalry?

Song Yuanqiao said in a low voice, "Nonsense! A bet is a bet. No matter what, the bet has been made. How can a Wudang disciple be a person who goes back on his word? Besides, the Yitian Sword originally belonged to Emei. It is only right that it be returned to Wudang since it was temporarily left there."

Zhang Songxi remained silent, but he did not retract the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand, which was enough to show that Zhang Songxi's attitude was the same as Song Yuanqiao's.

Extinction sneered, "Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone. Let's have an additional test. Why don't you, Young Hero Song, personally come down and give this nun some pointers?"

Although Song Qingshu was impulsive, he wasn't stupid. He could easily discern the veiled meaning in Miejue's words. While he wanted to teach this brat who dared to be so intimate with Zhou Zhiruo a lesson, Song Qingshu was too young. If he actually attacked Gu Shaoan, winning would be seen as bullying the weak, and losing would be a disgrace.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao quickly said, "Master, please don't be offended. Qingshu is young and doesn't think things through, which is why he lost his composure."

"Young?"

Miejue glanced at Gu Shaoan, who stood to the side, his back straight as a pine tree, yet obedient and quiet.

Looking at Song Qingshu, who was six or seven years older than Gu Shaoan and almost two heads taller, he sneered inwardly.

“My disciple is only eleven years old, yet he knows proper etiquette and knows to listen quietly and obey my instructions when elders are present.”

"How old is Young Master Song this year? Could he be younger than this humble nun's disciple?"

"It seems that Wudang is indeed a top-tier power. Their food is far better than that of my Emei Sect. It's amazing that they can make someone younger than me, a junior disciple, grow so tall."

"In the future, if this humble nun takes in any more disciples, I will inevitably have to shamelessly take them to the Wudang canteen for meals every day, so that they can grow up to look like other seventeen or eighteen-year-olds, just like Young Hero Song."

Hearing Miejue's words, Gu Shaoan pursed his lips slightly.

Don't even mention it, my own master's mouth must have been trained.

When he speaks, his words are a mixture of yin and yang, a strange and eccentric mix of the two.

Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, Mo Shenggu, and others standing to the side also blushed and paled as they listened to Miejue's words.

She wanted to calm down and refute him, but looking at Gu Shaoan, who was obedient and calm from beginning to end, and then at Song Qingshu, who was impolite, she couldn't find a way to refute him.

They all felt like they had a fishbone stuck in their throat, making them feel suffocated.

After being subjected to such sarcastic and sarcastic remarks, Song Qingshu's face flushed slightly.

But considering that Miejue was Zhou Zhiruo's master, Song Qingshu didn't dare to disobey her too much.

For a moment, he was caught in a dilemma: whether to speak or not.

Seeing Song Qingshu's reaction, Miejue's disdain deepened.

"I still find Shao'an more pleasing to the eye."

Thinking about it, Miejue turned her head to look at Gu Shaoan.

But just as her gaze fell upon Gu Shaoan, Gu Shaoan also happened to be looking at Miejue.

Immediately afterward, amidst the astonishment of the extinction, Gu Shaoan nodded slightly, his left hand holding the sword, the hilt slightly turned so that it faced Song Qingshu.

Noticing Gu Shaoan's subtle gesture, Miejue felt a sense of unease.

But the next second, Miejue realized what Gu Shaoan meant.

However, they agreed to fight another battle.

Moreover, the target is Song Qingshu.

Having understood Gu Shaoan's intentions, Miejue paused for a moment, then subconsciously frowned.

If it were Zhou Zhiruo, and she had such intentions, Miejue would never agree to it.

But considering Gu Shaoan's performance over the past two months, and glancing at the Yitian Sword in Zhang Songxi's hand, Miejue made a decision after a moment's thought.

(End of this chapter)