bookcurios Chapter 1961
Chapter 1961
On the other side of the warship, Han Jiuling leaned back on a chair covered with white tiger skin, toying with a bronze wine vessel in his hand. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Interesting. I underestimated him before. No matter what others say, this kid has a daring and adventurous spirit. His desire for revenge and ambition are out in the open, which is more pleasing to the eye than those hypocrites who hide their true nature."
Xia Jiuyou, standing beside him, wore a white ethereal dress with an ice crystal hairpin adorning her hair. Upon hearing this, she frowned slightly, her clear, cold voice like shattered ice falling to the ground:
“Ambition is good, but one must have the corresponding strength. If we are defeated today, the rules will be reversed in an instant, and our future cultivation on the path of immortality will be completely ruined.”
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Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiao Xuanche finally stood up from the deck of the warship.
With a light touch of his toes, his green robe swept across the sea of clouds like a butterfly, landing at the edge of the dueling platform, his body still surrounded by a faint aura of primordial yellow.
Facing Chen Xuan's sharp gaze, he smiled humbly and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "It's rare for Brother Chen Xuan to think so highly of me. In that case, I will definitely seek your guidance later."
Despite this seemingly polite opening, Chen Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids.
With a cold face, he turned to the Yao Guang warship, his gaze sweeping over the dozens of figures on the deck like a hawk's. The cultivators were either nervous or wary, but only one figure in pure white stood at the stern of the ship, her skirt swaying gently in the sea breeze. It was none other than Lu Xueqi, the ninth holy maiden of Yao Guang.
Chen Xuan's fingertips once again condensed a silver light, pointing directly at Lu Xueqi: "I've heard that the Ninth Holy Maiden of Yao Guang is a newly promoted Holy Maiden. I wonder if she dares to step onto the stage and fight!"
As the silver light landed in front of Lu Xueqi, the three white-haired elders on the Yao Guang warship instantly stood up, their spiritual power bursting forth from their sleeves, causing the clouds around the warship to surge.
A hundred years ago, several powerful figures at the Saint Lord level gathered together to compete for Lu Xueqi. In the end, the Yao Guang Saint Lord was one step ahead and took her into his sect to be carefully nurtured. Now, however, she has been challenged by an unknown boy in public.
What alarmed the elders even more was that Chen Xuan's target was not only Xiao Xuanche, but also Lu Xueqi. Everyone knew that Lu Xueqi's "Wedding Dress Immortal Technique" was ultimately meant to make a wedding dress for Xiao Xuanche. Chen Xuan's actions were clearly a provocation against the entire Yao Guang Holy Land.
"What? Does the Ninth Holy Maiden not dare to accept the challenge?" Chen Xuan pressed on, his voice laced with sarcasm, his gaze sweeping over all the cultivators on the warship. "If you're afraid, then forget it."
Completely ignored, Xiao Xuance's face darkened. When he turned to look at Lu Xueqi, his tone still carried a hint of "concern": "Junior sister, come to your senior brother's side quickly. Your senior brother will be here, so you don't need to take action."
Lu Xueqi's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched quietly, her fingertips turning white—she had long wanted to see Chen Xuan alone to ask about the whereabouts of Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, and the others, but the old woman leading the group had been guarding her side the whole time, not letting her leave even for a moment.
At this moment, Xiao Xuanche spoke, and the old woman frowned and pondered for a moment before finally nodding.
"Xueqi, remember, once you're on the Sword Debate Platform with Xuanche, you are not allowed to make a move no matter what happens. Before your immortal skills are fully mastered, once you unleash them, you will be completely destroyed." The old woman's voice was stern and unquestionable. Her withered fingers lightly touched Lu Xueqi's shoulder, leaving a faint blue mark. "This is for your own good, and also for the sake of the Holy Land."
"Disciple will remember." Lu Xueqi replied with her head bowed, her voice gentle, but in the instant she lowered her eyes, a barely perceptible surge of emotion flashed in her eyes—she could finally get close to Chen Xuan, and finally had the opportunity to ask those questions that had been weighing on her heart.
"Go." The old woman waved her hand, and the spiritual energy around her also receded.
Whoosh—
Lu Xueqi touched the deck with her toes, her pure white figure swept across the sea of clouds like a snowflake, and landed beside Xiao Xuanche in the blink of an eye.
The moment she stood still, the pale pink petal mark between her brows shimmered slightly, as if it were about to fully bloom—a sign that the "Wedding Dress Fairy Palace" was about to be completed.
The holy elders around the Sword Debate Platform shook their heads and sighed when they saw the mark.
An elder with white hair stroked his beard, his voice full of regret: "Such a peerless beauty, one in ten thousand years, could have forged her own path to immortality, but she was deceived into cultivating the 'Wedding Dress Immortal Technique,' and in the end, she will become a stepping stone for others to advance. It's truly ironic."