Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 883 - 872: The Spineless Emperor

"Be careful." Kong Suxin said worriedly. She knew her cousin was always formidable, but this time he faced cultivators from the Cultivation World known for their extraordinary talents. It’s said that this competition allowed for deaths and injuries without constraint. Could her cousin make it to the end?

Kong Suxin truly didn’t want her cousin to take such a risk for a sword, but she also knew she had no right to stop him. So she swallowed her words silently and just reminded him to be safe.

"Don’t worry, I am determined to get the Wuyun Sword." Zhang Yuwen was not blindly confident. In his sect, he was considered a leader among the younger generation. Although the Qingyuan Sect hadn’t participated in any major events in the Mingyuan Realm and hadn’t clashed with other sects, its standing was still high because of its formidable strength.

Besides, he had other thoughts. Could a Wuyun Sword be exchanged for an Elixir Recipe for the Elixir of Eternal Life?

While Zhang Yuwen was relentlessly pursuing the Elixir Recipe, Yao Qinxue saved a person during that time. Although the person didn’t survive, she obtained many good things, including an Elixir Recipe for the Elixir of Eternal Life.

Her eyes glimmered with a strange light as she quickly tucked the recipe into her arms. To avoid detection, she set a fire to burn the man’s corpse.

"Big brother, I want to try." Looking at the people competing below, Ye Ying was eager to give it a go.

Ye Qiu happened to want to train her, so he nodded: "Mm, go ahead."

Everyone was surprised when Ye Ying stepped onto the Martial Arts Arena but quickly shook their heads, clearly not taking her seriously. Seeing this, Ye Ying became even more determined, her eyes sharp.

"Little Princess, I won’t show any mercy." Her opponent was a tall and muscular man. Seeing such a young girl dare to step onto the stage, he was obviously dismissive.

"Bring it on." She gripped her whip tightly, full of fighting spirit.

Zhang Yuwen frowned as he watched, regretting her unwise decision. He didn’t know the man, but he had heard of his name. He was also an excellent figure among the younger generation. Even if she wanted to train, she shouldn’t be so impulsive. He hoped the man would be mindful of his strength.

But the eventual outcome indeed surprised everyone. Ye Ying wielded a water-blue whip with great force, slicing through the air as if cutting through space, and soon forced her opponent to the edge of the stage.

The opponent’s expression changed: "I underestimated you." He said, and became more serious in his approach.

"This whip technique is truly wondrous. Has anyone seen it before?" The cultivators outside the arena quickly started discussing.

"Such an exquisitely marvelous whip technique, if seen before, wouldn’t be forgotten. Unfortunately, this little girl hasn’t been cultivating long enough, otherwise she would have won."

"Indeed, worthy of the once glorious Ye Family, even in decline they have left an inheritance for future generations."

"You’re all talking about the whip technique, did anyone notice the whip itself? What material is it made of? I can’t tell."

"I can’t tell either. It’s surprising that the Ye Family could hide in the Mortal World for so long."

Zhang Yuwen was equally shocked. He watched the match in the arena with a heavy heart, feeling an urgent sense of pressure as his usual sense of superiority vanished.

His face was very serious. The thought that the Ye siblings had hidden for so long right under his nose made him uncomfortable. It was right to guard against the State Preceptor, but why did they keep it from him? Were they guarding against him as well?

"I concede." While he was lost in thought, Ye Ying had already defeated the burly man and stood triumphantly on the Martial Arts Arena, looking at the eager challengers.

"I’ll go." Someone walked onto the arena from beside Zhang Yuwen.

"Senior Brother?" Zhang Yuwen was somewhat surprised, his expression becoming even more tense.

His senior brother, though of average talent, had been cultivating for many years. Could Ye Ying be a match for him?

Ye Ying arched an eyebrow at the newcomer: "Where’s your weapon?"

"My fists are my weapons." He replied confidently.

Ye Ying snorted: "Since you have no weapon, I won’t take advantage of you. I won’t use mine either."

He frowned: "That’s not necessary, young girl. I suggest you don’t put away your whip."

"Don’t underestimate me." Ye Ying frowned slightly as she attacked.

"This little girl is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, she’s bound to lose this time."

"What a pity."

The crowd below shook their heads and sighed, but Ye Ying did not lose the match as they had anticipated.

"Look, what’s that in her palm?"

"Silver white, didn’t she say she wouldn’t use weapons?"

"It’s not a weapon. Look closely, it’s her Spiritual Power condensed, seems like a Water Arrow."

"Impossible, there’s no water here, how can she use water to attack?"

"That guy’s sleeve is wet, it’s water."

"How does she do it?"

The crowd exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a passion that seemed to pierce through Ye Ying.

Zhang Yuwen’s senior brother, Ye Ying’s opponent, could also feel the oddness of Ye Ying’s cultivation technique. His initial confidence had turned to shock, and now he was at a loss.

The Water Arrows were everywhere, and he couldn’t defend against them. Moreover, who said that water only has attack power when there’s a lot of it? His intuition told him that if he were hit by these Water Arrows, a misstep could result in serious injury.

"Look, her Water Arrows have turned into Ice Arrows!"

"It’s true, it’s really ice! But why? How can she conjure water and ice out of thin air?"

"Her opponent panicked, and she won this match again."

"No pity in his loss."

"I concede." Ye Ying looked at the opponent she defeated, smiling happier than before.

"Your cultivation technique is quite unusual." Zhang Yuwen’s senior brother gave her a deep look before stepping off the Martial Arts Arena.

"Ye Ying, come back." Seeing everyone below eager to compete with Ye Ying, Ye Qiu spoke up.

"Alright, Elder Brother." Ye Ying smiled, "You all continue, I’m done playing."

"Hey, don’t go!"

"That’s right, the match isn’t over yet."

Those eager to see more of Ye Ying’s cultivation technique became anxious and urged her.

Ye Ying shrugged indifferently: "Today’s competition is to find a master for the Wuyun Sword. I don’t want that sword, so I won’t take up space." Then, no matter what anyone said, she sat next to Ye Qiu without moving.

Kong Suxin stared blankly at her former sister-in-law, surprised by how formidable she had become, hiding so deeply. Had it all been under Ye Qiu’s directive?

She suddenly found herself unable to understand Your Majesty. In such a short time, he’d easily dealt with the State Preceptor, orchestrated events to eliminate threats against the Ye Royal Family, and perfectly bought time for himself and the Princess to grow. Surely, he would lead the Ye Family back into the Mingyuan Realm in the future.

Everyone had underestimated him from the start!