Walking Disciple, Zhao Tanye

"No need to rush. Let us advance toward the center first, leaving the Yin-Yang Qi near the entrance for the ordinary disciples."

Miao Tian spoke decisively.

The entrances to the Yin-Yang Tower varied for each main peak, meaning the areas near the entry barriers were relatively safe.

The true, fierce contention lay at the very center of the tower.

Ning Fan, Li Yunqi, Lin Yu, and the others possessed decent strength; wasting time gathering the safe Yin-Yang Qi on the periphery would be a poor use of their abilities.

"Mm."

Ning Fan and the others exchanged glances, abandoning the nearby barrier one after another. Stomping their feet hard against the ground, they shot toward the center of the Yin-Yang Tower like cannonballs.

They were not alone.

The top disciples from Yin-Yang Peak, Xuanpin Peak, Qihua Peak, Lingyue Peak, and the other prominent peaks all chose to surge toward the center at the first opportunity.

Soon, two disciples blocked the path ahead of Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao.

"Walking Disciples?"

Ning Fan frowned. Judging from their attire and the crests on their chests, the cultivators before him were Walking Disciples from Lingyue Peak.

"Get lost!!"

Those disciples had also noted the robes and chest patterns of Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao, recognizing them as Ranking Disciples from Changming Peak.

Changming Peak? Ranking Disciples?

When combined, these two terms practically screamed "easy target." Such opponents could be brushed aside effortlessly!

What the two did not know, however, was that Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao could not be judged by common standards. Furthermore, when Lingxu Fairy had cornered Ning Fan earlier, not all disciples had been present to see his face.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao exchanged a swift glance, instantly reading each other's intent.

They secretly circulated their spiritual power.

In the next breath, hidden beneath their garments, dense Spirit Marks flared to life across their skin, converging into the pattern of the Black Tortoise Diagram.

The manifestation instantly brought a massive boost to their physiques and raw strength.

Boom!

Two dull impacts echoed as four fists collided. The expected rout occurred instantly-except the ones sent flying were the two Walking Disciples from Lingyue Peak!

Pfft!

Pfft!

The pair sprayed mouthfuls of blood, their bodies tracing high arcs through the air like torn rags before crashing heavily against a distant warded screen.

Hum-

The barrier shuddered violently from the impact, testifying to the terrifying force of the blow.

"Wh-what?!"

"Impossible!"

"They are merely two Ranking Disciples-how can they possess such strength? This power surpasses even most personal disciples!"

"How can mere disciples from Changming Peak be such monsters?!"

The two Walking Disciples from Lingyue Peak struggled to their feet, staring at Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao with eyes full of shock and disbelief.

It took them a full breath to recall the names that had recently taken the sect by storm.

"N-Ning Fan?!"

"Yun Qingyao?!"

Even as Walking Disciples who spent most of their time away from the sect, they had heard of these two.

Admitted into a peak by exception, fought over by five peaks, boldly rejecting Yin-Yang Peak, snatched away by Gui Yazi via supreme privilege, and successfully breaking through the three trials of disciple-snatching.

And most recently, defeating Zhao Yan'er in a high-stakes duel.

Any single one of these feats would mark a disciple as an absolute genius, yet Ning Fan had accomplished them all. The word "genius" was no longer sufficient to describe his monstrous talent.

"Get out!" Ning Fan's eyes flashed with a ruthless gleam. He stomped the ground, launching himself like a stray arrow toward the two injured disciples.

Since they had chosen to be enemies, he would eliminate them quickly without any unnecessary delay.

However, just as he was about to reach the two Walking Disciples, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air.

Whoosh!

A dark blur flickered in his peripheral vision. Ever alert, Ning Fan instantly twisted his body aside, halting his forward charge.

Ssh-

His boots dragged two deep furrows into the ground. The moment he stopped, a cold gleam grazed right past his face.

Thud!

With a dull thud, the cold gleam embedded itself deep into a nearby pillar. It was a throwing dart, its surface shimmering with a sinister light. The weapon had sunk so deep that only its silk tassel dangled naturally under its own weight.

"Who is it?"

Ning Fan narrowed his eyes and turned toward the source of the attack. Not far away, a figure stood with hands clasped behind her back atop a hemispherical barrier.

Gulp.

Upon seeing her clearly, Ning Fan couldn't help but swallow hard. The newcomer was a young woman, slightly older than himself and Yun Qingyao.

She wore a tight-fitting outfit of black cloth and matching trousers.

Most strikingly, her top consisted of a meager strip of fabric that covered only her most vital areas, leaving her porcelain shoulders and toned midriff completely exposed to the open air. The black silk was stretched taut across her exceptionally full figure, accentuating her curves in a manner that made it truly difficult to look away.

Looking closer, Ning Fan spotted a seductive plum blossom pattern stitched just above her left breast. Crucially, half of the pattern was obscured beneath the edge of the black fabric, offering a teasing glimpse that was bound to leave any onlooker thoroughly vexed.

Yet, in the next instant, the stirrings in Ning Fan's heart cooled completely. He recognized that the clan emblem of the Zhao family was a plum blossom.

This woman belonged to the Zhao clan.

"Senior Sister Tanye!"

"Sister Tanye!"

The two Lingyue Peak disciples cried out in joy. With Zhao Tanye stepping in, they knew they were safe.

"Tsk, tsk. Little brother, I hear your relationship with our Zhao family isn't particularly pleasant?"

Zhao Tanye remained perched atop the barrier, her arms crossed beneath her chest to further accentuate her fullness. She tilted her chin slightly, looking down at Ning Fan with a dangerous, playful gaze.

"Who knows," Ning Fan replied with a shrug, remaining entirely noncommittal.

The next moment, Zhao Tanye's figure blurred. Leaping down from the barrier, she closed the distance in the blink of an eye and struck a palm directly toward Ning Fan's face!

Before the strike even landed, a wave of sweet fragrance washed over him.

Ning Fan immediately sealed his breath. Who knew if there was some hidden mechanism or aphrodisiac mixed into the scent? A single moment of carelessness could cause him to suffer a miserable defeat.

He threw out a fist to meet her palm directly.

Boom!

Their forces collided in midair, unleashing a sharp explosion. Ning Fan was forced backward violently, his boots thudding thrice against the ground before he stabilized his stance.

Ning Fan's expression turned grave as he locked his gaze on Zhao Tanye. Though they shared the title of Walking Disciple, her strength vastly outstripped that of the two from Lingyue Peak.

It made sense. Disciples possessed wildly varying levels of cultivation before they were dispatched to roam outside the sect. The disparity among Walking Disciples was the widest of any rank-and Zhao Tanye was clearly among the elite.

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