I manage female characters in all the heavens.

Linghu Chong, I am utterly disappointed in you!

"Ready, go!"

With Yue Lingshan's cheerful command, Lu Xin immediately drew his sword and charged forward, unleashing his inner strength and swordsmanship to the limit in an instant, fiercely attacking Linghu Chong's various weaknesses!

Linghu Chong was startled and quickly drew his sword to defend himself, but because he lost the initiative, he was suppressed by Lu Xin for a time.

After completing the Dragon Head Strike mission, Lu Xin gained ten years of swordsmanship experience, and his skills in Huashan swordsmanship had reached a high level.

Although Linghu Chong had practiced swordsmanship for longer and had a higher level of skill, he was by no means able to overwhelm Lu Xin. Being overtaken by Lu Xin naturally put him at a disadvantage.

He was extremely surprised. Lu Xin's swordsmanship was unexpectedly strong, not at all like someone who had only been practicing swordsmanship for a few years.

The other seven Huashan disciples were also stunned, and were shocked by Lu Xin's strength.

That swordsmanship was clearly not on the same level as theirs; even the senior brother was momentarily at a disadvantage, it was terrifying.

Given his junior sister's age, even if she had taught him from the very beginning of his martial arts training, she could only have taught him for a maximum of six years.

Six years of practice to this level...

Damn it, is this world full of geniuses and outstanding people?

First, there was Linghu Chong at 20 years old who easily defeated Lao Denuo, who was almost 50. Then there was Yue Lingshan at 12 years old who made the 20-year-old Linghu Chong unable to fight back. Now there is Lu Xin who trained for six years and forced Linghu Chong to retreat...

With three such brilliant and dazzling talents on Mount Hua alone, what would the rest of the world think?

Overwhelmed with grief, they felt deeply ashamed of their own incompetence.

Compared to these exceptional talents, we have no talent whatsoever; we are nothing but trash. If we cannot make up for our lack of talent with double the effort, we will surely be eliminated in the future!

There is no time left for us to be carefree and playful; every day wasted will lead to further backwardness!

Extra training! Extra training! We absolutely must train extra! Train like crazy, train until you drop, train even if it kills you!!

Even Yue Lingshan didn't expect that a martial arts competition meant purely for entertainment would have such a huge motivating effect.

Ding ding ding, bang bang bang!

The sound of swords clashing filled the entire Sword Qi Soaring Hall. After a brief period of being at a disadvantage, Linghu Chong finally focused all his attention back on the duel, reversed his fatigue, and engaged Lu Xin in a fierce battle.

Both used the Huashan sword technique, their sword light dense, precipitous and long. The two swords could touch several times in a single breath, neither giving way to the other, evenly matched.

Seeing that they couldn't break through after a long attack, the two tacitly circulated their internal energy, generating infinite and strange power in their swordsmanship. With the support of their internal energy, their movements suddenly became even faster.

Compared to the previous pure swordsmanship competition, the use of internal energy has made the contest extremely dangerous.

If either side harbors malicious intent or fails to recognize the gravity of the situation, the contest will immediately escalate into a bloody battle, resulting in casualties.

Yue Buqun silently took a few steps closer, silently activating his Zixia Divine Skill to further enhance his attention and spiritual awareness, ready to interrupt the competition at any time to avoid casualties.

However, neither Linghu Chong, who saw Lu Xin as a rival in love, nor Lu Xin, who was targeted by Linghu Chong and thus became angry, had any intention of killing the other.

Both of them turned out to be men of high moral character. Their contest was purely a contest, devoid of any personal grudges. They stopped short of making any outrageous moves.

As the final sword strike landed, Lu Xin's sword was deflected by Linghu Chong, while Linghu Chong's sword stopped in front of Lu Xin's neck.

Both of them were panting heavily, clearly exhausted.

After a long while, Linghu Chong sheathed his sword and stood there, his face full of disappointment, but he said sincerely, "Nephew Lu's swordsmanship is superb, and his internal energy is highly proficient, not much inferior to mine."

"I was wrong to say those things about you before, and I apologize to you."

"You are qualified to be my junior sister's disciple."

Lu Xin sheathed his sword and bowed respectfully.

"You flatter me, Grand Master. I have benefited greatly from this battle and I am very grateful for your guidance."

"If there is an opportunity in the future, I hope that my senior uncle will still be generous in giving me guidance."

For a moment, the atmosphere was harmonious, with the uncle and nephew showing affection and respect, creating a vibrant and thriving scene.

Yue Buqun stroked his beard, his face full of smiles.

Very good, Linghu Chong, you didn't continue to lose your composure. You finally showed some of the demeanor of the senior disciple.

Lu Xin, you are also very good. You are strong, talented, polite, and know how to behave. You are excellent.

If you can work together with one heart and one mind to assist Shan'er, what worries will Huashan have about not prospering?

"Hahaha, good, Lu Xin, you've proven yourself. Now no one can stop you from becoming Shan'er's disciple."

"Step forward, kneel and bow, offer tea, recite the sect rules, and swear to respect your teacher and become the first fifteenth generation disciple of Huashan!"

Starting with the founder Hao Datong as the first generation, Yue Buqun's generation is the thirteenth generation of disciples of Huashan, while Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan are the fourteenth generation.

Therefore, Lu Xin, as Yue Lingshan's disciple, would naturally be the fifteenth generation.

Amidst the blessings of everyone and the disappointment in Linghu Chong's eyes, "Yue Lingshan" happily accepted the tea and drank it all in one gulp.

From then on, all the fourteenth-generation disciples of Mount Hua who were still unmarried and without a master were considered to be of the senior generation.

His martial arts skills didn't improve, but his seniority increased rapidly. Isn't that a kind of progress?

The Huashan Sect is truly thriving!

Chapter 36 I'll Avoid Your Edge?

In Tianlong Kingdom, in Lianchang Prefecture, at Baiyue Hospital, Chen Weiwu sat in a ward, looking completely lost.

Su Xiaoqian stood behind him, pushed up her glasses, and focused her gaze on the man on the hospital bed.

The man was tall and handsome, with black hair and black eyes, and possessed a perfect physique that would make any woman drool; he was clearly a well-trained individual.

However, this handsome man, who should have been masculine and strong, was now curled up on the hospital bed with his knees drawn up, looking out the window with a melancholy expression, like a heartbroken woman.

Su Xiaoqian turned her gaze back to her boss, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Boss, I never knew you were this kind of person!

Although there's an old saying that heterosexuality is only for procreation and same-sex love is true love, she really didn't expect that her boss, who had never shown any inclination in this regard, was already secretly putting it into practice!

You can say that doing this is one thing, but isn't this supposed to be true love? How did you end up making people want to die?

Tell me, are you planning to start something and then abandon it?!

"Qianqian, peel an apple for him?" Chen Weiwu asked tentatively.

Su Xiaoqian's eyes lit up, and she immediately said, "Showing care and trying to soothe his wounds? I think that's a good idea!"

After a moment of silence, Su Xiaoqian tilted her head and said, "Go peel it."

Chen Weiwu remained silent for a moment, then slowly turned his head:

"Am I the boss or are you the boss? Go and cut it."

"Me, I'll go peel it?" Su Xiaoqian was stunned, thinking to herself, no wonder they had a falling out with you.

At times like these, what people lack isn't an apple, but rather the tender care and sweet words of their loved ones.

You want me to cut it? Believe me, someone will snatch the knife and stab you!

Su Xiaoqian hesitated, fearing that she might do something wrong and ruin her boss's life, thus losing her job.

But the boss has already given the order: if you don't work, you'll suffer the consequences and lose your job.

We're in a bind!

She was immediately annoyed; she should have said that peeling apples was bad!

"What are you standing there for? Go on."

Urged on by Chen Weiwu, Su Xiaoqian reluctantly sat down on the bedside table and picked up an apple to peel.

Chen Weiwu didn't just stand by and watch. He walked to the side by the window and quietly observed what the man named Song Yi was looking at.

He soon discovered that Song Yi was not staring at any fixed object, but rather that everything was under his observation.

Beneath those melancholy eyes lay a deep curiosity and interest in the world around them.

Chen Weiwu's heart sank. This was not how someone his age should behave. Had that fall injured his brain?

He lost interest in observing Song Yi and hurriedly went out to find a doctor to learn more about Song Yi's condition.

"The initial assessment indicates that the patient has no physical problems, but suffers from a serious mental illness."

"Schizophrenia, cognitive impairment, multiple personality disorder, depression, paranoia, intermittent amnesia, post-traumatic stress disorder, etc. were all diagnosed, and there were even some symptoms whose names I had never heard of before."

At this point, the doctor exclaimed, "To be honest, in all my years of practice, this is the first time I've seen so many, and all so severe, symptoms in a single patient. It's truly an eye-opener!"

Chen Weiwu was dumbfounded. Was there any hope for this?

Chen Weiwu left to check on the patient's condition. Inside the ward, Su Xiaoqian, who had just finished peeling an apple, rolled her eyes, sat down on the hospital bed with a slanted bottom, and approached "Song Yi" with a face full of curiosity.

"Dude... never mind, sis, when did you and the chairman start dating?"

Song Yi turned his head, his melancholy gaze suddenly pierced by a hint of confusion:

"What begins?"

Su Xiaoqian was immediately excited. As long as he was willing to talk, that would be great. In that case, she could get her hands on the chairman's gossip directly!

She forcibly grabbed "Song Yi's" hand, brought her face close, and looked as excited as a vicious dog smelling a foul odor:

"Exactly, when did your relationship with the chairman start? I'm really curious!"

Her face was so close, it looked like she was about to kiss him.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about!" Su Xiaoqian's thuggish actions startled the backward bumpkin who came out of the ancient tomb.

She abruptly pulled her hand back, tilting her head back sharply to avoid the female hooligan's face.

What kind of place is this? It's terrifying!

Undeterred, Su Xiaoqian shifted her position and moved closer, pressing her entire body against "Song Yi".

"Don't be scared, I'm just curious and want to know. I'm not going to eat you, why are you hiding?"

"Sweetie, let me feed you an apple~"

As she spoke, she brought the freshly peeled apple close to "Song Yi," looking like she was trying to seduce a little girl with a lollipop.

"Qianqian, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, Chen Weiwu's voice came from behind her. Su Xiaoqian's body trembled, and she quickly sat back on the stool, stuffed the apple into her mouth and crunched on it, pretending that nothing had happened.