142: Chapter 142 The Holy Maiden of Yaochi, Yuan Miaoyu

As Lu Chen's voice fell, Altar of Heaven Square was silent for three breaths.

Then it exploded.

It was not an explosion of Qi, but an explosion of emotion.

"The Great Emperor's empowerment baptism!"

"It's Emperor Yun himself! Personally!"

"First place! I want first place! I'll fight anyone who stands in my way!"

Around the square, the queues that were originally arranged neatly by seniority instantly became restless. At this moment, Ye Qingxian was arguably the calmest among them!

This is what they call: what you can't get is always restless, while those who are favored have nothing to fear!

Lu Chen looked at the scene below the stage.

He originally only intended to give little Qingxian some motivation, but he didn't expect the effect to be so explosive.

Yao Xi turned to Lu Chen and transmitted her voice: "Look at the good deed you've done."

Lu Chen chewed on a Fairy fruit and transmitted back: "It's better to be lively. Hasn't your Yaochi not been this lively for thousands of years?"

Yao Xi took a deep breath and ignored him.

She turned to face the stage, her voice clear and resonant: "The first round of the grand competition is a melee elimination format. Altar of Heaven Square is the arena. Boundaries are delineated by a Formation. Stepping out of bounds means elimination, admitting defeat means elimination, and losing consciousness means elimination."

"The top thirty-two people who remain on the field will enter the second round."

"Additionally."

Yao Xi's gaze swept toward the two outsiders in the front row of the crowd.

"With the special approval of Emperor Yun, Ye Qingxian and Nangong Ziyi of Yunxiao Holy Land will participate in this grand competition as guests."

A buzzing sound rose from below the stage.

Ye Qingxian clenched her little fists, tossed her twin ponytails, and walked into the arena with her chin held high.

Nangong Ziyi followed behind with her arms crossed. Her peach-blossom eyes swept across the surrounding Yaochi Disciples who were staring at her, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Just then, at the very back of the crowd, a figure caught Lu Chen's attention.

Yuan Miaoyu, the current Saintess of Yaochi.

She stood at the very front of the Core Disciple queue, out of place with the surrounding noise.

She wore a moon-white gauze dress with the hem trailing on the ground, and a very thin silver silk ribbon tied around her waist, shaping her slender waist into an arc that could be held in one hand.

Above the silver silk ribbon, the fabric of the gauze dress was thin and form-fitting, outlining a full and upright silhouette. The curves of her chest were pressed out into two rounded undulations beneath the moon-white gauze, rising and falling slightly with her breath. The gauze dress revealed a faint jade-like color of the skin below her collarbone.

Her legs were very long.

The moon-white skirt had a slit on each side, extending from above the knees to the ankles, revealing a straight, fair lower leg as she walked. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of thin-strapped sandals woven from silver silk, with two silver chains wrapped around her ankles; every step she took made the silver chains chime softly.

Her long hair was unbound, with only a half-bloomed white lotus tucked behind her ear. Her black hair hung down to her waist, making her look cold, aloof, and otherworldly.

But between her brows and eyes, there was something indescribable—somewhat cold and melancholy, yet also seeming full of stories!

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, her lips were full, and the corners of her eyes were naturally upturned. When standing quietly, she was a Fairy who did not eat the food of mortals.

But once she started walking, those legs, that waist, and the curves that swayed with her movements—one could only say such a grand Aura, so white, so long, so perky, so firm, such a waist! Coldness and charm coexisted; nobility and seductiveness lived together.

Yuan Miaoyu was originally indifferent to the grand competition.

As the Saintess of Yaochi, her cultivation was at the Half-Step Sendai Realm, already the pinnacle among her peers; competing for a ranking had no meaning to her.

But the Great Emperor's empowerment baptism.

These words were nailed into her mind.

Her cultivation had been stuck at the Half-Step Sendai Realm for three years; her Foundation was sufficient, her Comprehension Ability was sufficient, all she lacked was an Opportunity. Most importantly, she had a reason to become stronger quickly.

The Great Emperor's Origin baptism, cleansing the marrow and cutting the bones, reshaping the Foundation—that was an Opportunity that no amount of Heaven And Earth Treasure could trade for.

Yuan Miaoyu raised her head, her gaze crossing over the heads of thousands of people, landing on the man leaning on the chair in the center of the judge's bench.

This first place, she was determined to get; this Great Emperor, she was also determined to get!

Boom!

Yao Xi slammed her palm down with a Spell, and a seven-layered emperor grade Formation rose from the bottom of Altar of Heaven Square. Golden light wove into a dome, sealing the entire square into a giant fighting cage.

"Begin."

The melee erupted.

Hundreds of Yaochi Disciples acted simultaneously, the sound waves of Qi colliding exploding ripples across the sky above the square.

Spells flew everywhere, ice blades, fire lotuses, wind blades, and water arrows weaving into a brilliant curtain of light.

Pure white Fairy dresses were very impractical in a melee.

Less than ten breaths into the first wave of clashes, more than a dozen Outer Sect Disciples had their skirts torn by the aftermath of the Qi, revealing large areas of snow-white legs.

One unlucky girl had half her sleeve sliced off by an ice blade, exposing her entire arm. She screamed and ran toward the edge of the field, clutching her arm.

Lu Chen sat on the judge's bench, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

Hmm, wonderful, it was about to get wonderful.

In his previous life, when watching girls fight or go crazy, he only saw girls with Fu-type faces losing their tempers! This time, when Fairies fought, every one of them was a battle-damaged version of a Fairy!

Ye Qingxian was mixed in the crowd, the replica of the heavenly emperor cauldron floating above her head, protecting her with golden light.

Three Qi attacks slammed into the wall of the cauldron simultaneously; sparks flew, but Ye Qingxian did not move an inch.

She shrank inside the shield of the heavenly emperor cauldron, her little head looking left and right, specifically running to corners with fewer people. Standard master of camping tactics.

Can't win? Non-existent. I won't fight, I'll hide.

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth curved. This girl, she learned from him; camping until the end is winning.

On the other side, Nangong Ziyi's fighting style was the exact opposite.

With her Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique fully activated, a suit of crimson-gold flames enveloped her. She didn't dodge or evade, charging directly into the joint attack of three Inner Sect Disciples.

Bang!

The flames exploded, and the three were sent flying by the shockwave, their training clothes more than half charred upon landing.

Nangong Ziyi walked forward, stepping on the remaining fire, her peach-blossom eyes sweeping across the surroundings.

"Who else?"

The surrounding Yaochi Disciples automatically cleared an empty space.

This outsider woman had outrageous combat power.

But what really made Lu Chen take a second look was Yuan Miaoyu.

Her moon-white gauze dress fluttered in the wind, silver chains chiming as Yuan Miaoyu's figure wove through the melee, every step landing in the most precise position.

She did not release large-scale attacks, but instead used the finger seals of the Yaochi Fairy Spells as the core, using only one finger each time she struck.

With one finger pointed out, the Qi transformed into a beam of white light, hitting the opponent's shoulder Acupoints squarely; the opponent's entire arm instantly lost sensation, and her Magic Treasure fell from her hand.

With another finger, she pointed at another person's waist, sealing the Acupoints with Qi, causing the opponent's legs to go weak and making her kneel down directly. Clean, crisp, and without any hesitation.

Her gauze dress fluttered in the fierce battle, the silver silk ribbon drawing out the arc of her waist, the long legs revealed by the slits flashing alternately with her steps, and the undulations of her chest trembling twice with the movement of her strike. When still, she was a Fairy untainted by dust; when moving, she made people unable to look away—even fighting was an aesthetic, like dancing.

Five Inner Sect Disciples besieged her. Yuan Miaoyu turned on her toes, spinning half a circle, her skirt drawing an arc, and her fingertips tapped three times in succession; the three fell to the ground simultaneously.

The remaining two looked at each other, turned, and ran, as if they had made some kind of resolution.

Yuan Miaoyu stood with her hands behind her back, her long hair hanging down, her breath steady.

She raised her head, and Lu Chen happened to be looking at her too.

Their eyes met.

Yuan Miaoyu's gaze was complex—cold, curious, and with an indescribable heat, all mixed together, forming a contradictory tension.

She did not look away, but tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth moving, not knowing if it was a smile or if she was speaking.

Then she turned and walked toward the next opponent.

Watching the Saintess of Yaochi, Yuan Miaoyu, was pure enjoyment. If Li Hei were here, he would surely recite a poem.

Yaochi Fairy fights with grace, one finger seals the throat as the willow waist sways. The gauze dress clings to an exquisite moon, the slit revealing a bridge of white jade. Peaks on the chest dance with every step, silver chains on ankles call for the Lord to look. Battle damage adds three parts charm, Emperor Yun on the throne also steals a glance.

However, as Lu Chen was thinking, a warm breath pressed against his ear.

Ji Ziyue had unknowingly leaned over, the cuffs of her purple palace dress brushing against his arm, her phoenix eyes containing a smile, her voice lowered extremely low, breathing like an orchid.

"Emperor Yun, have you taken a fancy to that Saintess?"

Her lips were almost touching Lu Chen's ear, her breath sweeping across his earlobe.

"As long as you want, tonight Ziyue will help you tie her to the bed."

Lu Chen turned his head and rolled his eyes at her.

"Shut up, this is Yaochi's territory, watch the competition honestly."

Ji Ziyue smiled and retreated, but her phoenix eyes glanced at the moon-white figure in the arena, her fingertips unconsciously turning the shard of the void mirror.

The melee below was in full swing; Yuan Miaoyu had already defeated her twelfth opponent and was still undefeated.