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

Fang Chao was in his early twenties, with a square face and thick eyebrows. He was fairly good-looking, but at this moment his face was flushed red, his breathing was a little rapid, and his eyes were staring straight at the peerless beauty Lu Xueqi opposite him. He could barely hold the white immortal sword in his hand.

"Junior Sister Lu... It is truly an honor for Fang Chao to spar with Junior Sister Lu today, a blessing from a past life..."

He lingered on the stage, chattering on and on, from "I have long heard of Junior Sister Lu's beautiful name" to "I admire Junior Sister's graceful demeanor," and from "Junior Sister's immortal sword Tianya is renowned far and wide" to "Please, Junior Sister, have mercy"... He kept rambling on and on.

Impatient boos and urging gradually rose from the audience.

"Hey! Fang Chao! Are you here for a competition or to tell stories?"

"You lecher! You can't even walk past a pretty junior sister, can you?"

"Stop whining like a woman, are you going to fight or not?"

"Senior sister from Xiaozhu Peak, please don't misunderstand, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just urging him to hurry up..."

Lu Xueqi stood at the other end of the arena, her face still expressionless, but her beautiful eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a trace of impatience flashed quickly in her clear, cold eyes.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the hilt of the Tianya sword.

In the first seat below the stage, Daoist Cangsong's face had darkened. He let out a heavy snort, the sound not loud, but clearly carrying his displeasure.

Master Shuiyue remained seated, but upon hearing this, she turned her head, her cool gaze sweeping over Cangsong, her voice flat and emotionless: "What's wrong, Senior Brother Cangsong? Are you somewhat dissatisfied?"

Cangsong sneered, his words laced with sarcasm: "Junior Sister Shuiyue's disciples are all exceptionally beautiful, stunningly gorgeous. They attract everyone's attention as soon as they appear, which is naturally a good thing."

Shuiyue's expression remained unchanged, and even the corners of her mouth curled into a very faint, almost mocking smile: "Senior brother, you flatter me. Junior sister, I didn't know that our Qingyun Sect had so many... 'lecherous men' at that time." She spoke the last four words softly and slowly, but they were like ice picks, piercing straight through.

A flash of anger crossed Cangsong's face. Just as he was about to retort, a warm hand gently pressed down on his shoulder.

It was Dao Xuan Zhenren. He still wore a smile, his gaze sweeping over the two of them. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Alright, alright, you're both hundreds of years old, yet you're still arguing like children. Aren't you afraid your disciples will laugh at you? Watch the competition, watch the competition."

Cangsong's chest heaved twice. He glanced at Daoxuan, forcibly suppressing the anger that welled up in his mouth, let out a heavy snort, and turned his head away, no longer looking at Shuiyue.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood behind Shuiyue, feeling a cold sweat break out on his back. When big shots fight, little brats suffer.

He kept his eyes down, seemingly oblivious to everything, as if he wanted to shrink into a ball and pretend he didn't exist. He even held his breath, afraid of attracting attention.

On the arena, Fang Chao finally finished his "opening remarks," took a deep breath, assumed a fighting stance, pointed his white immortal sword at Lu Xueqi, and said loudly, "Junior Sister Lu, please!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xueqi moved.

There were no unnecessary movements, not even the drawing of the sword. He simply used his right hand, which was gripping the hilt of the Tianya sword, to gently push the hilt with his thumb.

"Zzzzt!"

A clear and melodious sword cry, like the roar of a dragon, suddenly resounded throughout the entire arena!

A deep blue light, like a deep sea that has been dormant for thousands of years suddenly awakening, bursts forth from the ancient scabbard!

In an instant, the entire arena, no, the space within dozens of feet around the entire Qian position arena, was enveloped by that pure, cold, and vast blue light!

The air temperature plummeted, and the disciples who were closer to the arena could even see their breath turn into white mist.

The excitement and blush on Fang Chao's face vanished instantly in the overwhelming blue light, leaving only boundless fear and horror.

The faint white light emitted by the white immortal sword in his hand was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, completely submerged and swallowed up.

He let out a strange cry, used all his strength to hold the white immortal sword horizontally in front of him, and desperately urged his spiritual power. A thin layer of white ice wall just took shape in front of him.

Blue light has arrived.

"Click".

The white ice wall was like a soap bubble in the sunlight, bursting at the slightest touch. Next, there was the white immortal sword in Fang Chao's hand.

The sword lightly touched the edge of the dark blue light, and before it could even utter a mournful cry, it broke in two. The upper half fell onto the arena with a "clang," bounced a few times, and then remained still.

The azure sword light did not linger; its momentum remained undiminished, gently brushing past Fang Chao's chest.

"puff!"

Fang Chao was struck as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily to the ground below the stage, curled up in a ball, his face as pale as paper, and he could only exhale, not inhale.

From the moment Lu Xueqi drew her sword to the moment Fang Chao coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The arena was deathly silent.

Only when the Heavenly Sword slowly returned to its sheath did the long, lingering, slight friction sound clearly echo in everyone's ears.

A moment later, the disciples of Dragon Head Peak reacted and rushed over, helping the unconscious Fang Chao to his feet. They looked at the broken immortal sword on the ground with shock and anger, and when they looked up at the aloof, blue-clad figure standing on the arena with his sword sheathed, their eyes were filled with anger and hostility.

Below the stage, Daoist Cangsong abruptly stood up, his face ashen, his gaze sharp as knives, staring intently at Shuiyue. His voice trembled slightly as he suppressed his anger: "Junior Sister Shuiyue! What a cruel heart your disciple has! Victory is victory, but why did you have to rely on the advantage of your magical treasures and divine weapons to destroy someone's immortal sword?! What kind of logic is this?!"

Master Shuiyue slowly stood up, her expression still cold. She didn't even glance at Fang Chao, who was unconscious on the stage, and simply said, "Senior Brother Cangsong, you flatter me. Xueqi's cultivation is shallow and her Taoist skills are meager. It's understandable that she couldn't control the power of the Tianya, a spiritual artifact, for a moment. It's nothing serious."

"You!" Cang Song was so angry that his beard was trembling. He pointed at Shui Yue and was about to explode.

"Junior Brother Cangsong." Dao Xuan Zhenren's voice rang out again, still peaceful, yet carrying an invisible pressure.

He reached out and placed his hand on Cangsong's shoulder again, looking at the arena. He said slowly, "In a friendly spar, injuries are inevitable. Junior Nephew Fang Chao's cultivation is insufficient, and his magic weapon is... rather ordinary. Junior Nephew Lu is using a divine weapon for the first time, so his control of the force is slightly off, which is understandable. Let's drop this matter."

Cangsong's chest heaved violently. He looked at Daoxuan's calm yet unquestionable gaze, then at the unconscious disciple and the broken sword on the arena. Finally, he stomped his foot heavily, shook off Daoxuan's hand, turned around with a livid face, and strode away, not even bothering to hear the result of the competition.

Dao Xuan watched his retreating figure, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.

Master Shuiyue suddenly turned to Jiang Xiaochuan, who had been trying to keep a low profile, and asked, "Junior Nephew Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat, and his scalp tingled.

Ask me? Why would you ask me? What could I possibly say? That Senior Sister Lu was too ruthless? That would be suicide! That Fang Chao deserved it? That doesn't seem right either…

His mind raced, and he forced a dry smile, stammering as he followed Shuiyue's words, "What Senior Sister Shuiyue said is true... Senior Sister Lu... her cultivation is profound, and with the power of the Heavenly Jade Divine Weapon, she... couldn't control her strength for a moment, which is... inevitable. Senior Brother Fang... his magic weapon might not be very sturdy..." His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, and he himself found his explanation ridiculously clumsy.

Master Shuiyue looked at him, a barely perceptible...smile flashing in her clear, cold eyes. It was so fleeting that Jiang Xiaochuan thought it was an illusion. She spoke calmly, her tone devoid of praise or criticism: "Glib-tongued."

Jiang Xiaochuan was speechless, internally screaming: "Me, glib? I'm just trying to save my life! What does it have to do with me, a nobody, if you big shots are fighting! And Senior Sister Lu, really, you could have just knocked them out, why did you have to cut their swords too? That's just giving them ammunition to talk about..."