Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

"I'll write two more books when I have time."

She said it in a gentle voice, as if she were talking about something trivial.

"I'm waiting."

Mu Tianmiao froze for a moment.

That's easy for him to say... What does he write?

No matter which one is written, who knows how these idle cultivators of the Eight Desolations will interpret it?

It's true what they say, "People are afraid of becoming famous, just like pigs are afraid of getting fat."

Thinking this to himself, he put on a smile and gestured to Qin Shuxin.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Qin Shuxin nodded slightly, then lowered her head again to look at the jade slip, as if her previous words were just casual remarks.

Chapter 84 Then what are you doing here?

Mu Tianmiao dared not linger any longer and turned to leave the spirit-carved stone tablet with Tang Ruoyin.

As we stepped outside the mountain gate, it was already quite dark, and spirit lanterns were lit up throughout the sect.

The orange-yellow light meandered up the mountain path, like a shimmering ribbon draped over the entire Immortal Shadow Sect.

The two walked side by side on the bluestone path. Just as they turned a corner, several disciples suddenly flew over their heads.

Riding on a flying sword, they moved at great speed, the sound of their clothes rustling through the air particularly crisp in the night.

Judging from the direction, they were heading deeper into the sect, flying in a hurry, as if rushing to see some excitement.

Mu Tianmiao looked up and called out.

"Hey, where are you guys going? Why are you running so fast?"

The leading female disciple slowed her flying sword, turned around and waved to Mu Tianmiao, her face full of excitement.

"Young Sect Master! It's quite lively over at the martial arts arena! Cultivators from other sects who came to watch the ceremony are all sparring there. Several matches are taking place simultaneously. Don't you want to go and take a look?"

After the female disciple finished speaking, her flying sword accelerated again, and she quickly disappeared at the end of the mountain path, chasing after her companion.

The light from the spirit lanterns shone on the bluestone pavement. Mu Tianmiao withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Tang Ruoyin.

"Sister Tang, should we go take a look?"

Tang Ruoyin covered her mouth with her hand and yawned, waving her hand listlessly.

"I'm not interested. I've had enough of fighting over a decade ago. I've been on at least eighty or a hundred different arenas, big and small. Now, all I want to do when I see other people fighting is sleep."

She paused, then glanced at Mu Tianmiao.

"Go if you want, don't worry about me."

Mu Tianmiao thought about it and felt that what she said made sense.

Although it's not fun to fight on stage yourself, it's so much more fun to sit in the audience and watch the excitement!

"Sure!" he said with a grin.

"I'm not very good at performing myself, but I'm really into watching the show!"

The training ground was brightly lit.

The martial arts arena of the Immortal Shadow Sect is built against the mountain, with three platforms that advance one level at a time, and each level has dozens of arenas.

At this moment, almost everyone on every arena was engaged in combat, with flashes of brilliance and the resounding clang of metal echoing throughout.

The crowd of onlookers formed circles upon circles, the colors of the disciples' robes intertwined—blue, white, black, and red—like a spilled box of paint.

The most bustling arenas were the ones for Foundation Establishment stage players.

These young disciples, fresh out of school and full of youthful vigor, jumped onto the stage one by one to challenge each other by name. After the fight, they would exchange some harsh words, which caused the cheers from the audience to rise higher and higher.

One cultivator was sent flying by a palm strike from his opponent, landing on his back. The first thing he did after getting up was not to draw his sword and fight again.

Instead, he pointed at his opponent and shouted:

"You wait here, I'll call my senior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, the audience burst into laughter.

Nangong Yue stood by the railing of the viewing platform, twirling a short sword that was not yet drawn in her hand.

Looking at Yun Qingyao beside him.

"Why don't you go back to your sect's stronghold?" She raised an eyebrow, her tone slightly mocking.

Yun Qingyao followed her gaze and glanced at the viewing area of ​​Qingyun Sect.

On the Qingyun Sect's battlefield, Bai Lingyin had just stepped down from a fighting platform.

She won cleanly and decisively today, forcing her opponent to admit defeat in less than ten moves, without even a speck of dust getting on her clothes.

At this moment, she was surrounded by a group of Qingyun Sect disciples. Some were serving her tea, others were handing her handkerchiefs, and several disciples at the very front were shouting at her.

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"Senior Sister Bai's swordsmanship is divine!"

"Senior Sister Bai's Qingyun Sword technique is simply textbook-level!"

"Look how badly they beat them! They're going to have nightmares when they get back!"

Bai Lingyin stood in the middle of the crowd, smiling, clearly already used to such flattery.

She slightly raised her chin, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the viewing seats of other sects, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards a few more times.

Several disciples from other sects nearby frowned as they watched.

A black-clad disciple standing atop a towering mountain couldn't help but mutter something, only to be silenced by a glance from his senior brother beside him.

The seat at Wanren Qianshan is located on the highest level of the entire martial arts arena, offering an excellent view overlooking all the arenas.

Several disciples in black sat upright with serious expressions, but a closer look revealed that their posture was more stiff than usual.

Because the person sitting in the very front row, right in the middle, exuded an aura of coldness that kept strangers at bay.

Ye Jianling.

She had changed back into the standard black clothes of Wanren Qianshan, and it was unclear whether she had put the ink-wash fairy robe away or returned it.

She sat upright in the chair, her back straight as a sword, her hands resting flat on her knees, her eyes slightly closed, completely still.

The junior students around her tacitly kept a distance of two seats from her, and no one dared to get close, not even the tea server dared to approach.

Her face was expressionless, like a sharp sword that had been forcibly sheathed, its blade still humming inside.

Following Yun Qingyao's gaze, Nangong Yue saw Ye Jianling's appearance and couldn't help but smile.

"Go on," she said slowly, her tone full of schadenfreude.

"Did this woman see that lecherous man?"

Yun Qingyao withdrew her gaze, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and spoke calmly.

"Don't keep calling him a big pervert."

Nangong Yue glanced at her sideways, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Isn't he a womanizer? He flirts with women everywhere he goes."

As she spoke, she gestured with her chin toward the seats overlooking the towering peaks.

"Look at that Ye Jianling, he's probably going to fall victim to that kid's evil deeds too."

Yun Qingyao withdrew her gaze from Ye Jianling and gently shook her head.

"I don't think so."

The short knife that Nangong Yue was twirling in her hand paused for a moment.

She turned her head to look at Yun Qingyao's profile and suddenly changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, why don't you go find him? Aren't you... Daoist partners?"

Yun Qingyao paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

She didn't answer immediately, but spoke after a moment of silence.

"The Immortal Shadow Sect and the Azure Cloud Sect have a long-standing feud,"

She finally spoke, her voice still cool and indifferent, but her speech was much slower than usual.

“We can’t be together, at least not now. If I go to him, it will only cause him trouble.”

Nangong Yue looked at her without saying a word.

Yun Qingyao raised her eyes, met Nangong Yue's gaze, and asked a question in return.

"Then what are you doing here?"

Yun Qingyao did not answer, but instead threw the question back at her.

"And what about you? What brought you here?"

Nangong Yue was taken aback by those words. She opened her mouth, twirling the short knife in her hand twice.

Finally, he slammed his hand on the table, turned his head away, and remained silent.

When Mu Tianmiao arrived at the martial arts arena, she had already changed her clothes.

He put the Immortal Shadow Sect's standard robes into his storage bag, replacing them with an inconspicuous gray cloth robe for a casual cultivator.

His cuffs had two patches, making him look like a poor monk from some small sect.

A half-silver mask covered his face, obscuring the upper half and revealing only his chin and eyes.

Just kidding. If someone were to swagger in wearing the robes of the young sect leader of the Immortal Shadow Sect, they'd probably be surrounded by a bunch of people before they even found a seat.

There were people signing autographs, challenging him to a duel, trying to get close to him, and Ye Jianlin still around, in case he hadn't left yet. He didn't want to be blocked by her again.

He pressed down the edge of the mask to make sure it was on properly, then blended into the crowd of spectators and found an inconspicuous corner to stand in.

Chapter 85 Should We Fight?

Nangong Yue tapped the hilt of the short sword twice with her fingers, then suddenly stood up.

As she watched the flashing swords on the arena, the eagerness in her eyes grew increasingly irrepressible.

She wasn't the type to just watch the show; while others were having a great time, she sat there, itching to join in.

She turned her head and looked at Yun Qingyao beside her.

"How about the two of us give it a try?"

Yun Qingyao was taken aback.

She really didn't expect Nangong Yue to suddenly make such an invitation. She tilted her head slightly to look at her, confirming that Nangong Yue wasn't joking.

Then she put down her teacup and nodded.

"Okay."

Nangong Yue smiled and flashed onto the arena.

The knife landed silently, twirling between her fingers before being firmly held in her palm.

A burst of cheers erupted from the viewing area of ​​the Emperor Hao Royal Court, and several accompanying guards shouted at the top of their lungs, "Your Highness is mighty!"

Yun Qingyao was not as flamboyant as her; she entered gracefully, her white robes fluttering.

She landed at the other end of the arena, a stone platform away from Nangong Yue. Her clothes fell slowly, and her aura remained as cool as ever.

There was a moment of silence on the Qingyun Sect's side, clearly not expecting their disciples to suddenly step up and face off against His Highness of the Imperial Court.

Bai Lingyin's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and put on a polite and gentle smile again.

She stepped forward, stood at the very front of the audience, clapped her hands lightly twice, and called out.

"Go, Senior Sister Yun! Don't let down the reputation of our Qingyun Sect."

Her voice was clear and bright, carrying just the right amount of concern and encouragement, which drew the attention of several disciples from other sects who were observing the ceremony.