The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 425 - 251: It Must Be an Old Friend
Even as the day of the ceremony drew near, the disciples of Guangcheng Palace did not relax in their cultivation. The training ground was filled with disciples who were calmly focused on their training, seemingly oblivious to the stares of the visitors from above, continuing to go about their business. Indeed, if one couldn’t even ignore the gazes of mere bystanders, then cultivating to become an Immortal might as well be forgotten.
She even spotted a Loose Cultivator on the fighting platform, it seems someone couldn’t hold back their itch to spar and sought out someone from Guangcheng Palace for a challenge.
Ning Xiaoxian shook her head, ready to call Qi Zai to change direction and fly away, when she caught sight of a familiar figure. It was a willowy young lady with an oval face, beautiful brows, and eyes, dressed in a red shirt.
She thought to herself in surprise: "Eh, isn’t that Miss Mei Wanting, the only daughter of the Sect Leader of Chi Xiao Sect? What is she doing standing on the small platform at Guangcheng Palace?" Her journey westward had begun from Shallow Water Village, from the Chi Xiao Sect, and although she had left nearly a year ago, she had thought she would never see these old acquaintances again in her life.
Qi Zai descended to the edge of the arena and transformed back into a White Bird, following her into the training ground.
At the moment, Mei Wanting’s brows were furrowed with killing intent, her rosebud lips tightly closed, showing her irritation. Her opponent, a young man about twenty years old with a mediocre appearance but sleazy eyes, was deftly dodging her treasure sword while taunting her arrogantly: "Miss Mei, you might as well not return to that Chi Xiao Sect of yours, just stay in Guangcheng Palace with me and we can be together, day and night. I’ll take care of all your Cultivation Techniques and Magic Artifacts for you."
Mei Wanting shouted angrily, "Scoundrel, shut your mouth!" Her sword was launched with fury, aiming for the man’s face, but once again he dodged it.
The man in front of her was fluttering his clothes in her sword shadows, intentionally showing off his nonchalance, and indeed he gained quite a bit of cheers from the crowd below. Today, the other platforms had unremarkable matches and were not much to watch, but this platform had the scene where a graceful young lady was being harried, which ended up attracting more and more spectators here.
To be fair, Mei Wanting was quite a beauty. Seeing her eyes brimming with tears, the onlookers below all showed signs of pity. But since she had stepped onto the platform, the outcome had to be decided, besides that was the agreed Rule of the fight, and no one else had a say.
Ning Xiaoxian shook her head: "This foolish girl is still so impulsive and proud. Now, with Guangcheng Palace’s grand ceremony approaching, the last thing they want is any controversy. If she felt wronged, she should’ve directly filed a complaint with Guangcheng Palace as an external guest. This man is clearly a disciple of Guangcheng Palace, his Sect will deal with him. Why does she need to fight in this tournament for revenge?"
The men were all silent, with only Qiongqi saying, "The thoughts of women, we can never fathom."
Mei Wanting, failing to hit her opponent repeatedly, became increasingly flustered, with her sword even beginning to tremble in her hand. Raised and spoiled by Master Mei like a Bright Pearl, she was not used to being treated like this, coupled with her serious lack of combat experience. Though her opponent was also in the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment just like her, she still couldn’t hit him no matter what.
Just then, a voice rang in her ear, "Direct your sword west, three inches below his left rib!"
Someone was giving her a transmission! Mei Wanting was startled, her swordplay faltered for a moment, and the man opposite her laughed, "Miss Mei, have you finally decided you can’t bear to part with me?" He then reached out to grasp her wrist. His palms showed a hint of black light, clearly indicating he had cultivated his Divine Skills in his hands. Mei Wanting, however, did not pay attention to him because she clearly saw the man stepping towards the west, and if she followed the guidance of the voice, she would have already struck beneath his ribcage by now!
The person secretly giving her transmission was genuinely trying to help her.
That crisp voice rang again, "Turn your back to him, retreat quickly, then advance." Mei Wanting was elated, without time to ponder why the voice sounded somewhat familiar, she just did as it instructed. However, the posture was rather bizarre; she actually ignored the hand reaching out from the man, instead turning away and crashing into him, as if throwing herself into his embrace.
Not only did the man pause in surprise, causing a slack in his movement, but even the audience below was stunned. But as Mei Wanting closed in on him, she elbowed, switched her stance with a twist of her feet, and her form spun around.
That crisp and cool voice sounded again, "Strike his face with your fist, if you miss then extend your fingers to flick. Wait for him to lean back before drawing your sword!"
She stepped close to the man, her left fist raised to strike his face. He laughed out loud and smoothly slid back a notch. He was showboating, the movement sleek and standard, which won applause from below. But the applause had hardly started when Mei Wanting’s left hand changed from a fist to a palm, her slender fingers suddenly Open, with a flicking motion, she struck towards his eyes!
