Chapter 80.1 Teenage Affection

Cen Mixuan had always been haughty ¹ 目中无人 (mùzhōng-wúrén) – to consider everyone else beneath one (idiom); so arrogant that no one else matters . After hearing Yue Fuya introduce his sect, she intended to weaken the spirit of the Hengyang Sect’s people, so she immediately raised her chin and said, “I’ll let you have three moves.”

If her opponent was Gongye Jiwu, he would’ve only politely cupped his fist and not taken her seriously.

But her opponent was Yue Fuya. He only nodded, “Many thanks, Senior Sister.”

Without further ado, he unsheathed his long sword and attacked Cen Mixuan.

At first, Cen Mixuan looked down on him. Yue Fuya had only been in the sect for forty years, and it was said that among those years, he was in seclusion for twenty, so she didn’t think he had much combat experience. Even though she had been warned by her Senior Brother that he had great aptitude, Cen Mixuan didn’t take it seriously.

But when her opponent’s sword nearly cut off a strand of her hair, Cen Mixuan’s gaze towards the rigid little cultivator changed.

Both of them were at the same cultivation level. In terms of combat, Cen Mixuan was much stronger, but in terms of making moves calmly and steadily, Yue Fuya was far better than her.

Yue Fuya’s sword energy was swift and fierce, and his sword light had a vaguely sharp buzz. He didn’t have excessively fancy moves, but the speed of his immortal sword flying through the air was so fast, it was dazzling.

Cen Mixuan bent her back, narrowly avoiding the sword that flew past her waist. She wasn’t injured, but the swift sword cut off the knot on her clothes.

“You!” Cen Mixuan had always been flattered by people, and usually, her Senior Brothers and Junior Sisters would admire her appearance and give way to her, so she’d never suffered such a grievance like the knot of her clothing being cut off in public.

This time, not only was her opponent not distracted by her appearance, but even his moves were clear and direct.

Cen Mixuan hurriedly re-tied the knot in a flurry.

Yue Fuya frowned, also not expecting such an accident to happen. He didn’t make any moves and gave Cen Mixuan enough time to fix her clothes. Only when she angrily struck towards him did he once again meet her head-on.

However, Cen Mixuan was now pissed off, and her killing moves were even fiercer. She raised her hand and grabbed a red whip from the air, swinging it towards Yue Fuya.

Yue Fuya opened his arms and dodged it, but the whip seemed to have grown a pair of eyes, as it became several inches longer, nearly hitting his shoulder.

“Isn’t that an immortal artifact?” someone exclaimed in surprise.

“Cen Mixuan is the daughter of the Chixiao Sect’s Sect Leader, so it’s not surprising for her to have some treasures.”

“Unfortunately, her opponent’s sword can only be considered a top-grade spiritual artifact at most.”

“Exactly! He still dares to use his sword to block Cen Mixuan’s whip, it’ll surely break.”

Everyone knew that ancient artifacts were the most powerful in the world. However, by now, all the divine weapons had shattered and fallen. Now they’d been replaced by immortal weapons, while the most commonly used were spiritual artifacts.

The difference of one grade between magic weapons was equivalent to two cultivation levels between cultivators.

Yue Fuya also understood this. He narrowly avoided the tip of the whip and summoned back his sword, but didn’t dare to fight Cen Mixuan with it, for fear that his sword would be destroyed.

Cen Mixuan curved up her lips.

Yue Fuya put away his sword. He didn’t look panicked like she’d expected, but instead concentrated on fighting using magic spells. Although most members of the Hengyang Sect were sword cultivators, every one of them had spiritual roots. Yue Fuya raised his hands to sign incantations, and a vine suddenly rose from the ground, binding Cen Mixuan’s waist and limbs.

“So you’re a wood spiritual root,” Cen Mixuan raised her eyebrows, both her anger and her fighting spirit were getting even stronger.

She was a water spiritual root. Her water blade cut the vine, and using it along with her whip, she attacked Yue Fuya.

The back and forth of magic spells between the two was extremely brilliant. Besides, both their identities were extraordinary, one was the inner disciple of Hengyang Sect’s Sect Leader, and the other was the first daughter of Chixiao Sect’s Sect Leader, so many disciples had gathered below to watch their competition.

Cen Mixuan realized that even if she took out her immortal artifact, she couldn’t quickly defeat Yue Fuya, so a sharp glint appeared in her eyes, and she crushed the protective talisman around her neck.

As soon as the outside of the protective talisman shattered, a golden spell formation immediately appeared inside, trapping Yue Fuya, who was on the other side.

“Let’s see how you can hide this time!” As she spoke, Cen Mixuan swung her whip over.

That protective talisman had been cast by Chixiao Sect’s Sect Leader for her protection. Her father’s cultivation was already in the late stage of Ascension and he was one of the greatest powers of the immortal realm today.

Yue Fuya was only a disciple of the Golden Core level. Trapped in the golden spell formation, he endured the whip from Cen Mixuan.

However, Cen Mixuan didn’t injure him, but instead tore the clothes on his shoulder.

The crowd whispered.

Even the elders of various sects frowned.

“This…… is this considered a rule violation by Martial Niece Cen?”

No one had done such a thing during the competition in the past. The protection spell formation was a good item, but no one would let their emotions cloud their judgment and use it in a competition meant for swapping pointers. However, there was no explicit rule that said one couldn’t do it either.

Cen Mixuan’s father had a high status, so most people in the cultivation realm had to somehow give way to her. She was even willing to crush her only protective spell array to humiliate Yue Fuya, so it was obvious how vengeful she was.

While this side was still hesitating, inside the spell formation, Yue Fuya’s white outer garment had been torn to pieces, revealing the teenager’s well-defined chest.

The Hengyang Sect elder’s face looked solemn. He gave a meaningful glance to Yue Fuya, signaling for him to voluntarily admit defeat if he couldn’t hold on.

In this kind of situation, they couldn’t declare the end of the competition, after all, neither side was knocked out of the competition arena, and Cen Mixuan hadn’t caused any serious injuries to Yue Fuya. However, if he voluntarily surrendered, she could no longer attack him.

But the teenager in the spell formation tightly pursed his lips, struggling to stubbornly dodge the whip, completely unwilling to surrender.

“This is too much! Why don’t you just quickly finish him off? How can she humiliate people like this!” Yao Guang angrily said.

Su Su frowned as she watched. She naturally understood why Yue Fuya would rather be humiliated than admit defeat.

Because he said that he would win the Soul Calming Lamp for her.

Cen Mixuan coldly laughed and wanted to whip Yue Fuya to his knees. The blood-red whip broke through the air, swinging towards the knees of the teenager in the spell formation. It was clear that he wouldn’t be able to dodge it, but suddenly, someone gracefully flew over.

Su Su caught the whip. She turned her wrist and a faint ball of fire ignited on the whip.

The flame burned from the end of the whip, all the way to Cen Mixuan’s palm. She felt the pain on her hand and threw the whip away, staring at the newcomer with wide eyes.

The young girl in white turned around and said to the teenager behind her, “Fuya, that’s enough, don’t act tough.”

Her tone was very caring, suddenly reminding Yue Fuya of the young girl from the past who’d carried him on her back in the mountain forest.

That year, the young girl had also helplessly said, child, why do you keep acting tough?

Yue Fuya looked at her in a daze. Previously, under the attacks of Cen Mixuan, he’d still maintained his calmness and stubbornness, but now, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He himself didn’t know where this feeling had come from.

Cen Mixuan was about to argue that it was unfair when Yue Fuya suddenly said, “I admit defeat.”

Ever since Su Su had flown into the competition arena, the competition venue was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Cen Mixuan angrily grit her teeth, “Who are you! How dare you interrupt the competition!”

The audience below was whispering, but at the top they saw Qu Xuanzi smile and say, “Su Su, come.”

At his words, everyone looked at Su Su in surprise.

She was actually the daughter of Qu Xuanzi whom he loved like a treasure.

It was said that she was born with an innate spiritual body, so even if she was lying down asleep, her body could still spontaneously absorb the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. Sect Leader Li had protected her extremely well. Despite her noble status and young age, her seniority was extremely high.

When she was young, she went to Penglai to study, and even quickly understood the Qinghong Sword Technique. Everyone in Hengyang Sect treated her like their treasure and loved her dearly, but these past few years, there had been no news about this immortal.

Edited by: Gaze