Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 196 can be described as exceptionally handsome and unparalleled in the world.
Afterwards, Dao Xuan Zhenren encouraged his disciples and said that the final winner of this martial arts competition would receive the Six Harmonies Mirror, a magical treasure passed down by the tenth generation patriarch, Wu Fangzi Zhenren.

He then told all his disciples to rest well today, and that the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament would officially begin early tomorrow morning.

At Tongtian Peak Square, after giving some instructions to the young man in yellow, Tian Ling'er went to stay with her senior sister from Xiaozhu Peak, which made Song Daren and the others laugh.

"Seventh Brother, it seems that only after leaving Dazhu Peak did Junior Sister realize the lethality of your face," Du Bishu said with a mocking expression.

"These are just the little troubles that good-looking people have. I'm afraid Sixth Senior Brother will never understand them in his entire life," the young man in yellow said leisurely.

"It doesn't matter if Sixth Senior Brother doesn't understand, just respect him."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but chuckle, realizing that even though he was two years older, he still retained a rather mischievous side.

The Tongtian Peak lineage already had a large number of disciples, and their living quarters were traditionally four people per room. Now, with several hundred more people joining, the accommodations for resting have become even more cramped, to the point that the Dazhu Peak disciples have to squeeze seven people into one room.

The boy in the yellow shirt left directly, saying he wouldn't squeeze in with them and would meet them again at Yunhai Square early the next morning.

Song Daren knew that his junior brother's cultivation had already reached a level that was beyond their imagination, so he did not stop him too much and let him leave.

The next day.

Eight large platforms have been erected in the vast square, constructed from massive logs as thick as a waist, each more than ten feet apart, arranged in the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern.

The area around the stage was filled with Qingyun disciples who had come to watch the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament. In the middle, under the largest Qian position, there was a red list with the signatures and names of all the disciples participating in the competition.

With a clear "clang," Dao Xuan Zhenren stood on the high platform in the Qian position and announced the start of the 20th Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament of Qingyun Sect.

On the western platform, Tian Buyi and Su Ru sat upright in their chairs, with Shang Zhengliang, the head of Chaoyang Peak, beside them. Behind them were their respective disciples and followers.

"Father, Mother, Junior Brother is outrageous! I'm about to go on stage for the competition, and he's still chatting with the senior brothers and sisters from other branches."

Tian Ling'er glared angrily at the young man in yellow who was chatting and laughing with someone not far away:

"This is simply outrageous! There's no way we have so much to talk about."

"It's always other people who like to chat with Lao Qi, so of course he can't refuse," Su Ru said with a smile.

"This will help him to slightly change his rather difficult nature and learn to get along well with others."

"I think it's better not to change this personality."

Tian Ling'er gritted her teeth and whispered, only to see a beautiful young woman reach out and smooth out the wrinkles on someone's shoulders.

Su Ru, who was standing nearby, also witnessed this scene and knew exactly what her daughter was thinking. She transmitted her voice to her daughter:
"Seventh Brother, Ling'er's competition is about to begin."

The boy in the yellow shirt was slightly taken aback, then said a few words to the people around him, but they all came over.

Seeing this, Tian Ling'er's expression worsened, which made Song Daren and the others behind her chuckle inwardly.

Following Shen Tiandou, a disciple from Chaoyang Peak, who leaped onto the high platform, Tian Ling'er also jumped up with a fierce expression.

With a blank expression, she said, "Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Shen," and then summoned the Amber Crimson Silk.

Shen Tiandou then summoned a three-foot-long immortal sword that emitted a grayish-brown light.

"Senior Brother, why does Junior Sister look like she's about to eat someone alive? Could it be that you've offended her?" the young man in yellow asked quietly, glancing sideways.

Song Daren lowered his voice and said:
"As long as you maintain your carefree and lazy attitude on Dazhu Peak and stop being so adept at social maneuvering, I guarantee that Junior Sister will recover completely."

As the two whispered to each other, Tian Ling'er's almond-shaped eyes flashed with murderous intent. She made a hand gesture with her left and right hands, crossed them over her chest, and shouted "Binding God!" She unleashed the full power of the Amber Crimson Silk. Shen Tiandou countered with his immortal sword.

The two immediately engaged in a war of attrition, and in the end, Tian Ling'er's cultivation level was superior, allowing her to win the battle.

Shang Zhengliang didn't care too much about his disciple's loss. He just glanced at Tian Ling'er a few more times and thought that she was indeed extraordinary. She was not even twenty years old and her cultivation had reached the sixth level of the Jade Purity Realm.

"Father, Mother, I won!"

After winning the match, Tian Ling'er's expression was no longer as indifferent as before. She jumped off the stage, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

She glanced at the boy in the yellow shirt again:
“I’m your senior sister. Now that I’ve won, why are you still standing there, not even saying a word of flattery?”

Zhuang Buran pretended to be deep in thought and said:

"Fairy Ling'er possesses boundless magical power and great supernatural abilities, and her magic reigns over the Central Plains!"

Tian Ling'er found the slogan terrifyingly grand and immediately laughed and cursed:
"Die!"

The people around him burst into laughter, finding the boy in the yellow shirt even more amusing.

Since the various factions of the Dazhu Peak lineage had upcoming competitions, Tian Buyi instructed his disciples to prepare, while he sent his wife, daughter, and the junior disciples who had a bye to boost morale. Then, the young man in yellow, intending to look around before Song Daren and the others began their matches, was pulled to the Qianwei platform by Chu Yuhong, who was behind Shang Zhengliang.

It appeared that about half of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect had gathered below the stage, and most of them were young male disciples.

Among the disciples of Qingyun Sect, Chaoyang Peak has the most disciples. Chu Yuhong, as Shang Zhengliang's most valued disciple, is also the most skilled among the younger generation of Chaoyang Peak. With the help of many Chaoyang Peak disciples, he led the yellow-robed boy to the innermost part of the Qianwei Platform.

Many people were seated closest to the high platform, including elders from various lineages, as well as Dao Xuan Zhenren, Cangsong Daoren, and Shuiyue Master.

"Junior Brother Zhang, the upcoming match will be between Little Bamboo Peak and Dragon Head Peak," Chu Yuhong explained.

"This disciple from Xiaozhu Peak is one of the top contenders for the championship that I told you about before."

As he spoke, a woman in white, cold as ice, exceptionally beautiful, and with a stunning appearance, floated gracefully onto the high platform, stepping on white clouds.

She carried a long sword on her back. The scabbard and hilt were sky blue, with a bright luster and a faint shimmering light. It was clearly a treasure of the immortals.

"If you ask me, the most outstanding female disciple in our sect is none other than Junior Sister Lu Xueqi."

Chu Yuhong suddenly shook his head:
"No, judging from the fact that more than half of the Qingyun disciples are present, it has probably become a consensus."

A young disciple with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a dignified appearance stepped onto the stage and spoke with considerable excitement:
"Junior Sister Lu, I am Fang Chao, a disciple of Dragon Head Peak. It is truly an honor to spar with you today!"

Such flattery naturally drew cheers from the audience, but Lu Xueqi remained cold and aloof.

Fang Chao didn't seem to care. It was as if he had finally gotten close to the woman he admired, so he had no desire to start a fight. Instead, he chatted on and on with Lu Xueqi.

The Taoist priest Cangsong below the stage looked on with anger at his lack of ambition.

As the jeers from the onlookers grew louder, Fang Chao had no choice but to summon a chilling immortal sword. Lu Xueqi, however, did not draw her sword but simply used her sheathed immortal sword to parry, which made the silver-white immortal sword feel as if it had been struck by a heavy blow.

She tossed the sky-blue immortal sword again, and a burst of blue light instantly enveloped the high platform. Fang Chao realized that he had been underestimated and that he had also underestimated his opponent's strength. He no longer held back and condensed three bone-chilling ice walls in front of him.

However, the ice wall was instantly shattered into dust by the sky-blue immortal sword, and the silver-white immortal sword emitted a white light as if it were trying its best to resist.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, just as the white light seemed to dissipate, a thin rope swiftly pulled the pale-faced Fang Chao and his slightly dim silver-white immortal sword off the stage.

The boy in the yellow shirt helped Fang Chao, who could barely stand.

"Senior Brother Fang, this happened suddenly, and I apologize for any offense I may have caused."

Fang Chao had thought he would be severely injured, and even his immortal sword, which he had cultivated for so long, would be lost, and his future path would be bleak. But unexpectedly, he suddenly heard these gentle words.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he solemnly bowed to the young man in yellow:
“Junior Brother Zhang, I will never forget your great kindness. From now on, I will obey your every command.”

"Senior Brother Fang, it is a joyful thing to have witnessed love as cheap as grass while you are still young."

The boy in the yellow shirt had a warm expression on his face.
"Senior Sister Lu is very good, but Senior Brother Fang is also very good. Two very good people are not suitable for each other. Perhaps it is because you deserve someone better."

Fang Chao was deeply moved. After enduring the ridicule of the crowd and the merciless attack from the woman he admired, he suddenly noticed a beam of light shining on him. Only one thought remained in his mind:

"Junior Brother Zhang, you understand me!"

At this moment, everyone watching from beginning to end knew exactly what had happened.

The sword Lu Xueqi wielded was no ordinary object; it was the peerless divine sword Tianya, capable of restraining the Bloodthirsty Bead, the most malevolent artifact of the Demonic Sect. If the young man in yellow hadn't intervened in time, Fang Chao's fate would have been unpredictable.

Hearing his words of comfort, one can see that this Junior Brother Zhang from Dazhu Peak is truly a gentleman of exceptional character, a man of unparalleled beauty and talent.

Not far away, Daoist Cangsong stood up straight, his face full of anger as he mocked Master Shuiyue, saying that his disciple was ruthless and that the villainous Immortal Sword had shown no mercy even after winning.

Then he strode towards the boy, his usually cold and stern expression slightly relaxed, and said:

"They say that even when pearls and jade are covered in dust, their brilliance remains. It seems I was blind. I should have known better than to take you and Jingyu under my wing."

The boy in the yellow shirt laughed:

"Uncle Cangsong, you flatter me. The seven lineages of Qingyun are all one family. I was merely fulfilling my duty as a fellow disciple."

The Taoist Cangsong remained silent for a long while before saying:

"What a pity, it was all for naught."

(End of this chapter)