Chapter 49: Challenging Su Ye?

"Senior Brother!"

Qin Yurou looked up, her voice full of excitement. "I won! I didn't lose face for Purple Bamboo Peak!"

Su Ye looked at this little girl seeking praise, his heart feeling soft.

He reached out and stroked the top of her head quite naturally, making her already messy hair even messier.

"Well done."

Su Ye said warmly, taking a Medicinal Pill that recovers Spiritual Qi from his storage ring and handing it to her. "That sword strike just now, the timing was perfect. You didn't waste last night's special training."

Qin Yurou took the Medicinal Pill, feeling sweeter in her heart than if she had eaten honey.

She enjoyed the warmth of her Senior Brother's large hand stroking her head, squinting her eyes comfortably like a kitten being petted.

Lin Qingzhu, who was on the side, watched this scene, gripping the hilt of her sword tighter until her knuckles turned white.

"Hmph."

She turned her head away coldly. "It's just winning against a brute in the Qi Refinement Stage. What's there to be proud of?"

Although she said that, the envy in her eyes could not be hidden.

Su Ye keenly caught this.

He reached out with his other hand, patting Lin Qingzhu's shoulder nonchalantly.

"Third Junior Sister, don't be impatient."

He whispered in Lin Qingzhu's ear, the heat making her earlobes instantly turn red. "After this tournament ends, Senior Brother will also 'guide' your sword technique properly."

"E-especially the kind at night."

Lin Qingzhu's body stiffened, and the coldness on her face could not be maintained, the blush spreading to the roots of her neck.

She glared fiercely at Su Ye but did not dodge his hand.

"Shameless!"

She cursed in a low voice, but her voice was as soft as water.

Su Ye laughed, his mood excellent.

Surrounded by beauties, Revered Master warming the bed, System equipped.

This villain's life is truly simple, unadorned, and boring.

Just then, the presiding Elder's voice sounded again, interrupting the warm atmosphere.

"Next match! Sword Peak's Zhao Wuji versus... Outer Sect Disciple... Ye Fan!"

Hearing this name, Su Ye's hand, which was still stroking Qin Yurou's head, paused slightly.

Although the smile on his face did not change, a heart-palpitating cold glint flashed deep in his eyes.

Deep within those double pupils, two vortexes seemed to be slowly rotating, revealing an eerie, Soul-capturing quality.

Has it finally come? That so-called Son of Luck.

Su Ye slowly turned around, looking down at the arena below.

He saw the crowd part.

A young man wearing grey Utility Disciple robes, carrying a rusty iron sword on his back, was walking toward the center of the arena, step by step, with a determined expression.

His back was very straight, like a spear that would never bend.

It was Ye Fan.

Seeming to sense Su Ye's gaze, Ye Fan's footsteps paused slightly as he stepped onto the stage, and he suddenly looked up, staring in the direction of Purple Bamboo Peak.

The two gazes collided fiercely in the air across a distance of several hundred meters.

On one side, the high-and-mighty, star-worshipped Holy Land Senior Brother.

On the other side, the humble, dust-like Utility Disciple with sky-high ambitions.

Although nothing was said, the drums of fate seemed to have already sounded in the air.

Su Ye curled his lips, forming words with his mouth.

"Perform to your heart's content, clown."

Although Ye Fan couldn't see Su Ye's expression clearly, he could feel the contempt and pressure coming from the depths of his Soul.

He gritted his teeth, and the black ring on the back of his hand grew slightly hot.

"Su Ye..."

He silently recited this name in his heart, his eyes burning with intense Battle Intent.

"One day, I will pull you down from your pedestal!"

"And today is the first step for me, Ye Fan, to become famous in Taichu!"

He stepped onto the arena, drew the iron sword from his back, and pointed it directly at the Sword Peak Genius opposite him.

"Outer Sect Disciple Ye Fan, please enlighten me!"

The wind stopped, the clouds condensed.

The atmosphere of the Primordial Origin Holy Land martial arts arena became eerily heavy at this moment.

On the arena, the two stood in confrontation.

On one side was Zhao Wuji, a Prodigy in the top ten of the Sword Peak's Inner Sect, wearing luxurious brocade robes, holding a shimmering High Grade Profound Rank treasure sword named "Flowing Light," with an arrogant expression and unconcealed contempt in his eyes.

On the other side was Ye Fan, an Outer Sect Utility Disciple, wearing washed-out grey cloth clothes, his back straight, the rusty iron sword in his hand even having a few notches on the blade, looking like junk picked up from a scrap heap.

"Outer Sect, Ye Fan?"

Zhao Wuji sneered, performed a fancy sword flourish, and pointed the tip of his sword at the tip of Ye Fan's nose. "A mere sweeping Utility Disciple is worthy of standing on this arena? Worthy of drawing a sword against my Sword Peak?"

"If you kneel and kowtow three times now, and cut off one of your own arms, this Senior Brother might be merciful and spare your dog life."

A roar of laughter erupted from under the stage.

"Senior Brother Zhao is right, this kid must have lost his mind, right?"

"Daring to challenge Senior Brother Zhao with a broken piece of iron, does he really think he's some hidden expert?"

"Get down! Don't embarrass yourself!"

Facing the sky-filling mockery and humiliation, Ye Fan's slightly immature face showed no expression.

Only those eyes were frighteningly bright.

Like a lone wolf that had been hungry in the wilderness for three days.

"Too much nonsense."

Ye Fan's lips moved slightly, spitting out these four cold words.

At this moment, the ancient black ring on his hand grew slightly hot, and a warm stream of air flowed through his Meridians into his limbs and bones.

"Looking for death!"

Zhao Wuji's face suddenly darkened, his pride as a Prodigy making him instantly furious.

"Since you're in such a hurry to reincarnate, then I'll fulfill your wish!"

"Flowing Light Sword Technique — Light Shadow Clone!"

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Zhao Wuji's figure instantly turned into three afterimages, each one indistinguishable from the real one, carrying sharp Sword Qi, sealing all of Ye Fan's retreat paths from the left, right, and center.

This move was as fast as a startled swan.

Many Inner Sect Disciples under the stage changed their expressions, secretly marveling at the strength of Zhao Wuji.

However.

Ye Fan, who was at the center of the Sword Qi storm, remained motionless.

It was as if he had been scared silly.

"This kid is dead."

Someone shook their head, unable to bear watching the bloody scene that would follow.

Just at the moment when the three sword lights were about to shred Ye Fan into pieces.

He moved.

There was no flashy movement, nor any dazzling Spiritual Qi light effects.

Ye Fan simply took a half-step forward, and the rusty iron sword in his hand swung from bottom to top, extremely simple and crude.

This sword strike was plain and unremarkable.

But in Su Ye's double pupils glowing with faint light, he clearly captured that the angle of Ye Fan's sword strike was extremely tricky.

That was an intuition honed after countless life-and-death battles.

That was—a killing technique.

"Clang—!!"

A harsh sound of metal clashing rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

Immediately after.

"Snap!"

A crisp breaking sound came.

The sky-filling sword shadows instantly dissipated.

Zhao Wuji's priceless High Grade Profound Rank treasure sword "Flowing Light" was actually broken by that rusty iron sword right before everyone's eyes!

"What?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils shook violently, feeling a monstrous, strange force coming along the hilt, his hand web instantly cracked, and blood flowed out.

Before he could react, a large foot wearing straw sandals was rapidly enlarging in his vision.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound.

Zhao Wuji's whole body arched like a boiled shrimp, his face twisted, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and he was sent flying backward directly.

"Wow—"

The whole arena was in an uproar.

Everyone's mocking laughter stopped abruptly like a duck being strangled.

But it wasn't over yet.

Ye Fan's figure was like lightning, instantly pressing forward.

At the moment Zhao Wuji was about to land, one hand tightly gripped his throat and pressed down hard!

"Boom!"

Dust rose.

Zhao Wuji was slammed hard onto the hard bluestone floor, the back of his head hitting the ground, and blood instantly stained the ground red.

And Ye Fan.

One foot stepped on Zhao Wuji's chest, the cold blade of the rusty iron sword in his hand pressed tightly against Zhao Wuji's carotid artery.

With just a little force, this Sword Peak Prodigy would lose his life on the spot.

Silence.

Dead silence.

From the beginning of the fight to the end, it was only two breaths.

The Utility Disciple whom everyone regarded as an ant had actually trampled an Inner Sect top ten Prodigy under his feet in a gesture of absolute crushing!

"Cough, cough..."

Zhao Wuji's mouth gushed blood, his eyes unfocused, full of fear and disbelief. "You... how is it possible..."

Ye Fan looked down at him, his eyes indifferent.

"This is the so-called Inner Sect Prodigy?"

"Nothing more than this."

"Trash piled up with resources, in the face of real life-and-death combat, they are vulnerable."

After speaking, he exerted force with his foot, kicking Zhao Wuji off the arena directly, as if kicking a bag of trash.

After doing all this, Ye Fan turned slowly.

He ignored the shocked or fearful gazes around him.

He raised his head.

The rusty iron sword stained with Zhao Wuji's blood was slowly raised, the tip pointing directly at the high platform of Purple Bamboo Peak.

Pointing directly at the figure in white, high above.

"Su Ye."

Ye Fan's voice was not loud, but with the blessing of Spiritual Qi, it clearly spread to every corner.

Carrying a long-suppressed anger, and a kind of arrogance that wanted to pierce the sky.

"You saw it too."

"The so-called Genius, in my eyes, is nothing but a person waiting to be slaughtered."

"Three months ago, you humiliated me in the Outer Sect, treating me like dust."

"Today."

Ye Fan took a deep breath, his Aura surging, although he was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, that tragic Evil Qi actually lowered the temperature of the surroundings by several degrees.

"I, Ye Fan, in the capacity of an Outer Sect Disciple, issue a challenge to the Senior Brother of Purple Bamboo Peak of Primordial Origin Holy Land!"

"Since it is a Life-and-Death Platform, then..."

"Not only to determine the outcome, but also to decide life and death!"

Boom!

Once this sentence was spoken, the entire martial arts arena completely exploded.

Crazy!

This kid is definitely crazy!

A mere Qi Refinement Stage, actually daring to challenge the Foundation Establishment Peak (Su Ye's public cultivation), or perhaps even a Core Formation Senior Brother?

And wants to decide life and death?!

"Presumptuous!"

"Audacious madman!"

Several Deacon Elders responsible for maintaining order were furious, about to take action to teach this ignorant kid a lesson.

However.

On the high platform.

Su Ye just waved his hand gently, stopping the Elders' actions.

He was still sitting on the grand chair covered with white tiger skin, holding a cup of Spiritual tea, his posture lazy and elegant.

Facing Ye Fan's killing-intent-filled sword tip, he didn't even raise his eyelids.

It was like looking at an ant waving its claws at his feet.

Interesting.

Really very interesting.

Su Ye sipped his tea, a trace of banter flashing in his eyes.

[Ding! Detected that the Son of Luck Ye Fan is provoking in public, intending to step on the host to get ahead.]

[Detected that Ye Fan's Golden Finger "Remnant Soul Old Man" is secretly gathering strength.]

[Triggering choice:]

[One: Personally take action, slap to death. Reward: villain points + 1000, but will attract the attention of the Sect's top management, exposing part of your strength.]

[Two: Ignore the provocation, let subordinates take action. Reward: villain points + 500, in line with the villain's style.]

Su Ye sneered in his heart.

Slap you to death?

That would be too cheap for you.

Since you want to play, then I will play with you properly.

He put down the teacup, his body leaning slightly forward, within those double pupils, Chaos Qi seemed to be circulating, just a single gaze made Ye Fan on the arena feel his breathing stagnate, as if a great mountain was pressing on his heart.

That was the pressure from the level of the Soul.

"You want to challenge me?"

Su Ye's voice was gentle as jade, unable to hear any joy or anger.

But the faint curve at the corner of his mouth was full of sarcasm.

"On what basis?"

"Just because you defeated a Zhao Wuji?"

"Or based on that ring on your hand... hiding a lonely ghost?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan's face changed drastically, his pupils shrinking to needle points.

He... he saw it?!

The secret in the ring was his biggest reliance, how could Su Ye see through it at a glance?!

Just when Ye Fan was in Chaos.

A crisp yet disdainful scolding suddenly came from the high platform.

"Pah!"

"Don't you dare take a piss and look at what kind of virtue you are!"

On the seats of Purple Bamboo Peak, a petite figure suddenly jumped up.

Qin Yurou stood with her hands on her hips, that little face that had just been praised by Su Ye was now full of anger.

She stared at Ye Fan with her big, spirited eyes, as if looking at a lump of disgusting mud.

"My Senior Brother is the bright moon in the sky, a banished immortal in the clouds!"

"What about you?"

"Stinking of sweat, clothes as dirty as if you've rolled in a mud pit, holding a broken piece of iron, and you dare to bark here!"

"A person like you isn't even fit to carry my Senior Brother's shoes, and you still want to challenge him?"

"Truly a toad wanting to eat swan meat, shameless!"

Although Qin Yurou looked sweet and cute, her scolding was ruthless, every word like a pearl, stabbing directly into Ye Fan's heart.

Ye Fan's face flushed red, being humiliated in public by a young girl made his fragile self-esteem suffer a critical hit.

"You... you vase who only knows how to rely on men, what do you know?!"

Ye Fan roared, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully the young for being poor!"

"Pfft~"

Qin Yurou rolled her eyes, making a face.

"Poor your big head!"

"If you don't have the ability, you don't have the ability, what excuses are you looking for?"

After speaking, she turned around, looking at Su Ye, the fierce look from just a moment ago instantly disappeared, turning into a well-behaved little kitten.

She pulled on Su Ye's sleeve, shaking it coquettishly:

"Senior Brother, for such a dirty thing, if you take action, it would simply dirty your hands and ruin our Purple Bamboo Peak's reputation."

"Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken."

"I haven't had enough fun fighting just now, this match, let Yuruo take it for you, okay?"

Su Ye looked at this Junior Sister who had him in her eyes, not only did he not feel she was overstepping, but he felt she was quite cute.

This is the qualified villain follower.

The kind of follower who shivers when the protagonist comes should have been eliminated long ago.

"Okay."

Su Ye reached out to tidy her messy temples, his movements so gentle that Lin Qingzhu on the side ground her teeth.

"Since he wants to die, then you go teach him what is called the rules."

"Remember, don't kill him."

Su Ye's voice lowered a bit, only audible to Qin Yurou, "Leave a breath, Senior Brother still has use for him."

"Hee hee, yes!"

Qin Yurou smiled sweetly.

Immediately.

She turned, leaping down directly from the high platform.

The graceful figure drew a beautiful arc in the air, the green skirt fluttering in the wind, like a butterfly passing through flowers.

At this moment, her temperament changed drastically again.

No longer the little Junior Sister acting coquettishly in Senior Brother's arms.

But a female Asura holding a sharp sword, guarding the deity in her heart.

"Tap."

Qin Yurou landed steadily on the arena, just blocking the line of sight between Su Ye and Ye Fan.

She held the sword with one hand, the Autumn Water Sword pointing diagonally to the ground, the blade gleaming coldly, reflecting her cold little face.

The Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart operated at full speed, the Aura belonging to the eighth level of Qi Refining (actually, after the hair accessory blessing, the combat power far exceeds Foundation Establishment) was released without reservation.

It was even several times stronger than when fighting Wang Meng just now!

Because she was filled with Life Qi.

Really very filled with Life Qi.

In this world, anyone can be scolded, but only Senior Brother cannot!

Whoever dares to be disrespectful to Senior Brother, she wants their life!

"Hey, you savage."

Qin Yurou looked at Ye Fan coldly, her eyes full of disgust.

"Since you want to challenge my Senior Brother, then pass my test first."

"However..."

She hooked her lips into a cruel arc, and the Autumn Water Sword in her hand emitted a clear sword hum.

"This girl's strikes are not as merciful as Senior Brother's."

"That arm of yours that you just used to point at Senior Brother..."

"I want it!"