Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

"The disciple of Martial Uncle Shuiyue, who was recently accepted by Xiaozhu Peak." Qi Hao glanced at the direction of the Xiaozhu Peak disciples in the distance and said in a low voice.

"It is said that he has extremely high talent and has received the true teachings of his master, Shuiyue. Although he rarely shows himself, his strength is unfathomable."

Jiang Xiaochuan understood immediately, knowing he was referring to Lu Xueqi, but his face remained expressionless. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for reminding me, Senior Brother Qi."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. Qi Hao was impeccable in his dealings with others, maintaining the face of the senior disciple of Longshou Peak while also giving Dazhu Peak enough respect.

On the other side, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu also gathered together.

Zhang Xiaofan pulled Lin Jingyu aside and whispered excitedly about how much Jiang Xiaochuan had taken care of him: teaching him to chop bamboo and cultivate, encouraging him when his master abandoned him, and even asking his master for the magic weapon "Yuan Lei" for him...

His words were filled with gratitude and admiration for Jiang Xiaochuan.

Lin Jingyu listened quietly, his gaze occasionally glancing at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was chatting and laughing with Qi Hao.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions: gratitude, admiration, and...envy.

I envy Zhang Xiaofan for having such a devoted senior brother. On Dragon Head Peak, although his master, Daoist Cangsong, valued him highly and taught him diligently, I always felt there was something between us.

After Zhang Xiaofan finished speaking, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Senior Brother Jiang is too good to me. Without Senior Brother Jiang, I would definitely still be a clumsy boy who struggles to even cut bamboo."

Lin Jingyu patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder and smiled, "Xiaofan, you're very lucky. Senior Brother Jiang... he's very good. You should..."

He paused, then continued, "But you're not bad either. I heard you're almost at the fourth level of Jade Purity? And you even have your own immortal sword?"

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and nodded: "Yes, thanks to Senior Brother Jiang. Jingyu, you must be very powerful now. I heard from Master that you reached the fourth level of Jade Purity two years ago. You must be even stronger now."

Lin Jingyu did not answer directly, but said, "Master is strict. Xiao Fan, you should also do your best. Do your best in the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

……

Qi Hao straightened his snow-white clothes, his smile still on his face, and walked towards that glamorous and beautiful figure.

"Junior Sister Tian, ​​it's been a long time! This sea of ​​clouds is breathtaking; I've seen it countless times and it always fills me with joy. What do you think, Junior Sister?"

Tian Ling'er was staring at the outline of the Jade Purity Palace in the distance when she heard this. She turned her head and glanced at him.

She said "Oh," then immediately turned her head, her gaze darting through the crowd, muttering to herself, "Where did Sixth Senior Brother run off to again...?"

Qi Hao's smile faltered for a moment before returning to normal. Just as he was about to find another topic to say, a senior disciple from a distant sect, having gathered his strength, called out in a loud voice: "All disciples participating in the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament, assemble at the Jade Purity Hall immediately!"

The crowd stirred, and Tian Ling'er's eyes lit up. She grabbed Zhang Xiaofan and squeezed her way over there, saying, "Let's go, Xiaofan, to the Jade Purity Palace."

Qi Hao stood there, watching the fiery red figure disappear into the crowd. The smile on his lips faded a little. He shook his head and walked over as well.

……

Jiang Xiaochuan mingled with the crowd at Dazhu Peak, slowly moving forward with them. The closer he got to that majestic and solemn palace, the more restless the deathly coldness in his chest became.

then,

Boom!

With a heavy thud, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Xiaofan was right next to him and immediately noticed, a worried look appearing on his face.

"Senior Brother Jiang? What's wrong? You look a little pale. Are you... are you nervous? I'm nervous too, my heart is about to jump out of my chest."

His own palms were sweating and his voice was strained.

Jiang Xiaochuan twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't say anything. What could he say?

Tian Ling'er, on the other side, came over and grabbed his wrist. It was icy cold to the touch, which made her fingertips tremble.

She lowered her voice and said, "Why are you so cold?"

Tian Ling'er's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak, but she didn't see that person, and that uneasy feeling in her heart resurfaced.

Was he too nervous? Or was it because of that person...?

As Tian Ling'er thought this, she felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously bit her lip.

Jiang Xiaochuan's wrist was gripped by her, and the warmth she exuded made him feel even colder. He subconsciously wanted to pull his wrist away.

The moment he moved, Tian Ling'er's fingers tightened immediately. She looked up at him, and in her bright eyes, her reflection was clearly visible, along with a hint of grievance at being misunderstood.

She thought he was afraid—afraid of being seen by that person, afraid that person would misunderstand.

Jiang Xiaochuan watched her open her mouth, but her expression turned to one of helplessness.

What kind of situation is this?

Seeing the helplessness in his eyes, Tian Ling'er's grievances turned into a sense of righteous indignation.

She shook his hand, her voice low but slightly defiant as she explained, "You're so nervous, your hands are like ice. I... I'll warm them up for you, so you can relax."

As she spoke, she pinched the back of his hand with her fingers.

Jiang Xiaochuan tried to pull his hand away, but Tian Ling'er grabbed it again as soon as he moved.

"Ling'er..."

"Don't speak, just follow me."

Tian Ling'er turned her face away from him, pulled him along, quickened her pace, and squeezed towards the gate of Yuqing Palace.

The Jade Purity Hall was bright and spacious. Dozens of young disciples filed in, mostly male, dressed in white, blue, and green robes, standing together like a towering forest. The female disciples of Little Bamboo Peak, dressed in moon-white dresses, gathered in one place, like a small snowflake that had fallen into the forest, particularly conspicuous.

Jiang Xiaochuan, led by Tian Ling'er, stood still with his fellow disciples.

He subconsciously looked up at the high platform of the main hall.

Dao Xuan Zhenren sat in the center, a smile on his face, his gentle gaze sweeping down.

Next to him sat the chief elders of the Brother Clan in order, with Master Shuiyue among them, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, his face cold and aloof.

Behind her stood a figure in light blue.

Lu Xueqi.

She stood straight, like a slender bamboo.

The light blue dress made her skin look even whiter. On her left wrist, a warm blue light shone from the bracelet. The Tianya Divine Sword hung at her waist, with a moon-white tassel hanging quietly below the hilt, the tassel perfectly in place.

She pursed her lips slightly, her gaze falling directly on him, or rather, on his and Tian Ling'er's tightly clasped hands.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat. The gaze was calm, but it made him feel his face burning and his chest pounding even harder.

She saw it. What will she think? She'll feel...

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind was a mess. His first thought was: What if she wanted to draw me in the lottery and then beat me up in the ring...?

Unbeknownst to him, at that moment, on the jade platform, the hand wearing a jade bracelet in the sleeve of the blue-clad figure twitched slightly.

It felt like something had bluntly poked a part of my heart; it wasn't sharp, but it ached dully, with an indescribable bitterness that slowly spread.

So he and Junior Sister Tian are so close. What about all my previous actions and thoughts?

Jiang Xiaochuan felt uncomfortable under her gaze and subconsciously turned his head away to avoid her eyes.

His subtle, slightly evasive movement was like a fine needle, piercing Lu Xueqi's eye with just the right amount of pressure.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly before quickly drooping down, concealing the sudden surge of bitterness and confusion in her eyes.

Does he... not even want to look at me?

Is it because Junior Sister Tian is here?