Chapter 119: A three‑year‑old makes a seven‑year‑old opponent cry; this Xixi is like an ox demon

Spring breeze lifts the willows, fine mist hazy.

The dripping drops fell on the wooden platform, making a rustling sound.

As the names of the platform defenders were called out one by one by Zhang Qingzheng, the parents below watching this true transmission examination all let out low exclamations.

In the first segment of the true transmission examination, no careful observation of the aura was arranged; the emphasis was simply on fairness.

Although everyone is a top‑tier spirit child, there are still differences in ability.

The height of the purple aura seen from the aura observation determines the standard for judging talent; once the talent assessment is announced, it will surely affect the children's minds and fighting spirit.

Therefore, the Divine Sect placed this innate talent assessment, which is hard to change, in the second segment.

"Li Nuanxi, that three‑year‑old spirit child… actually became a platform defender in the first segment?"

"This luck is unbeatable; she'll probably be beaten to tears right away, lose and step down from the platform, then go home to drink milk!"

"Yeah, a three‑year‑old defending the platform pales compared to the Qin Clan's Qin Fenghuo, the Hai Clan's Hai Chaosheng, the Gongyang Clan's Gongyang Xiu, and even Huang Sixiang from Elephant Ring City, who is famed for innate divine strength."

"Besides Huang Sixiang, the other three seem to come from the Prefecture City's Five Great Clans, with excellent backgrounds and deep foundations; most importantly, their ages are far beyond three years, and it looks like Gongyang Xiu is the youngest… about five years old."

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The positions of the many clans sounded out, and many voices were heard.

Is there still any suspense?

They're definitely picking the soft persimmon to pinch.

Don't talk about bullying a three‑year‑old being shameless; to vie for the true transmission position, what face is needed?

Becoming a true transmission disciple, one can receive the Divine Sect branch's wholehearted cultivation and gain how many resources?

What's a little lack of face?

Cultivation is about striving; three‑year‑old Li Nuanxi standing here isn't it just to contend for the true transmission position?

Since she dares to stand here, she naturally must prepare for defeat.

The many spirit children are also sharp‑eyed; their eyes glittered, five spirit children became platform defenders, the remaining ten…… are the attackers.

On Xixi's folded paper was written the character 'defend', meaning she needs to defend the platform.

For Xixi, whether attacking or defending, isn't it just about fighting a match?

Xixi was excited, clutching her chubby fists.

A fight is about to begin; after two and a half years of bitter cultivation, Xixi the Great Emperor is finally coming out of seclusion!

Below.

Seeing Xixi actually be the first platform defender, Zhang Ya's vision went black, and she tightly grabbed Li Che's arm.

"Husband, how did Xixi become the first platform defender…… she's only three…… isn't she going to be ganged up on?"

Zhang Ya almost teared up, "My poor Xixi."

Chen Lao felt weak, collapsing into his chair, "My poor Xixi."

Granny Mu then sighed.

Li Che hurriedly soothed his wife's emotions: "Believe in Xixi…… she's still very capable."

Li Che felt both amused and exasperated, as did Chen Lao…… he certainly knew Xixi's bone‑tempering level, yet he still appeared hopeless about her.

Deep‑rooted prejudice—who says a three‑year‑old can only get beaten?

He has taught Xixi many things; this girl has extraordinary talent, plus his nurturing……

He has great confidence in Xixi.

Li Che looked toward the wooden platform, seeing through the pattering spring rain.

However, even Li Che felt a faint tremor in his heart, after all…… this is Xixi's first battle since birth.

Even if he had fully prepared Xixi……

But a three‑year‑old toddler guarding a platform—no parental pressure is impossible.

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Zhang Qingzheng's face, grim like a bitter lotus, grew solemn after finishing the recital of the defenders' names; he flicked his sleeve and rose, and a fresh breeze stirred.

He wrapped the five defender spirit children up, rose lightly as if riding clouds and mist, accompanied by the children's gasps, and they landed separately on the five platforms.

Xixi, small and slight, stood on the fifth platform, blinking her lively big eyes, curiously looking around, with not a trace of stage fright or fear.

All around fell silent; everyone settled their hearts, gazing at the figures on the platform.

Many eyes held pity, looking at that tiny figure on the platform, a pitiful three‑year‑old girl.

Anyone could guess what this little girl would face next.

"If the defender loses, the attacker wins; the attacker then becomes the defender, and the final person standing on the platform receives a Grade A evaluation."

"So, if you want to become a Divine Sect true transmission disciple, give it all you've got and stand to the end!"

Zhang Qingzheng, with lowered eyelids, his scholar's robe fluttering, spoke lightly.

He had done his best to show these children a smile, striving to make his stern face less stern.

"Now, who still has questions?"

When his words ended, the platform fell silent.

He was very satisfied and prepared to formally announce the start of the platform battle.

However, on the fifth platform, Xixi raised her arms high, worried that Zhang Qingzheng couldn't see, and bounced in place a few times.

"I‑I‑I, Grandpa, I have a question!"

Xixi said in a soft, childish voice.

Many gazes were instantly drawn to her.

Zhang Qingzheng, hearing this, tugged at his withered mouth corners and smiled: "Li Nuanxi, what's your question?"

"As long as you can win, is that okay? Or are there restrictions, for example, you can't use hidden weapons, mechanisms, etc.?"

Xixi blinked her big expectant eyes and asked.

Zhang Qingzheng was momentarily stunned.

This three-year-old little girl's thoughts are quite thorough; she actually considered these.

"No restrictions; even if you use divine weapons, it's fine, as long as you can actually use them..."

Zhang Qingzheng's bitter, coptis-like face broke into a smile as he said: "With this old man here, go all out; just aim for victory."

What level are these kids, anyway?

He, a mighty Divine Physiognomy cultivator, could he possibly not control these few kids combined, who are not even a fraction of his age in combat?

"All right! Xixi gets it! Thanks, Grandpa!"

Xixi said politely.

This girl truly isn't shy, extremely bold, her eyes shining brightly, as if they had fire.

Zhang Qingzheng's heart blossomed with joy at this girl's attitude.

Look, what a sweet mouth—who would still dare say that Zhang Qingzheng has a stinking face that people and ghosts despise?

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On the wooden platform, the originally hunched Li Qingshan, sitting in a chair and half-asleep, suddenly became spirited.

He straightened his back, leaned forward, and stared at the attack-defend match on the wooden platform.

Sect Master Nan Lihuo laughed and said: "This girl is quite lively, very bold; moreover, her martial cultivation is not bad—she has achieved great accomplishment in bone tempering."

Although achieving bone tempering great accomplishment at three years old, her bodily functions are considerably weaker than a seven-year-old spirit child's, her strength at least thirty percent weaker, yet she is not without competitiveness.

"Not a bad seedling."

Sect Master Nan Lihuo stroked his beard and smiled, quite pleased.

It's a pity; if she could grow another year, participating in the sect examination at four would be the safest, perhaps even a great opportunity, but now she's only three…

She's likely to cry a lot.

"This girl is the one you rescued from Fēiléichéng? It's also strange—such a talent, and yet the Corpse God Sect's people would overlook her?"

Nan Lihuo praised.

Li Qingshan ground his teeth; upon hearing Xixi's question to Zhang Qingzheng, he felt something was off.

So much like his mother!

He's practically carved from the same mold as Li Che—when speaking he's refined and easygoing, but as soon as he acts he pulls out that big mechanism.

Li Che's identity as a demon ox, his mastery of numerous mechanisms, whose power is absolutely not trivial; back then Li Che could roam freely in Fēiléichéng, even counter-killing the divine cultivators of the city's noble families, mainly relying on mechanism weapons.

This girl's inquiry absolutely means her heart is already itching, wanting to set off fireworks.

Can Xixi go without a weapon at her side?

Given Li Che's extremely doting nature toward his daughter, could he not give her mechanisms?

He's probably stuffed her with who knows how many mechanism hidden weapons!

Perhaps they could even poison the hidden weapons!

A demon ox could certainly do such a thing!

"Who dares look down on this little girl? She'll likely suffer a big loss; let Elder Zhang focus a bit, lest he fluster and make a laughingstock of himself later."

Li Qingshan chuckled, already planning to enjoy this lively spectacle properly.

"Oh? Could this little girl possibly possess a divine weapon? But even if she did… at this age she couldn't unleash its power." Sect Master Nan Lihuo laughed.

Divine weapon?

These little brats know jack about divine weapons…

At this age, divine weapons aren't as fun as hidden weapons.

Li Qingshan, however, mysteriously shook his head.

Such teasing, yet it aroused curiosity among the several elders on the high platform.

Elder Zhu Hongdou glanced at Li Qingshan, her gaze falling on the little Li Nuanxi, and she couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity.

Her disciples are basically all female disciples.

Thus, she pays extra attention to her female disciples.

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……

Xixi stood on her own platform, raising her head.

Finally she can fight; back at the Xu family's divine cultivation institute, she had suppressed all enemies.

At that time she looked down on all directions; unfortunately, after being brought home, she no longer had such grandeur, being forced daily to practice martial arts and cultivation, with no chance to rule the world.

No matter, it's just a bit of wind and frost.

Now, Xixi has bounced back again; she can fight!

Come on, you traitors!

Come challenge your Xixi, the Great Emperor!

Xixi placed her hands on her hips, her small chest puffed out, a smile rippling in the spring breeze.

Fifteen elite spirit children, five defenders, the remaining ten are attackers; on average, each platform can be attacked twice—of course, that's the ideal scenario, but it's also possible everyone focuses on one platform to challenge… it's uncertain.

Because they fear the strength of defenders on other platforms and lack confidence to win, they just pick the soft persimmons.

Fortunately, after each attack round ends, there's a half-hour break to adjust one's breath.

When Zhang Qingzheng announced the start of the attack round, the ten attacking elite spirit children did nothing, each just looking at each other, as if weighing something.

Among the five arenas, Li Nuanxi is definitely the best target to attack.

Born of a peasant, young in age, and still a girl……

All three shortcomings are present; how could they not be eager to move?

But who will be the first to challenge Li Nuanxi?

But this is worth considering.

After all, everyone is already a seven‑year‑old big kid; challenging a three‑year‑old girl always feels a bit awkward.

"I'll go first!"

Liu Changqing saw that the prodigies of Fu Cheng had not moved, his eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward first.

"I want to challenge Li Nuanxi!"

Liu Changqing is fair and plump, tall and thin, with considerable muscle, obviously trained in martial arts; at this moment he lowered his voice, imitating an adult's tone.

Zhang Zhengqing glanced at him, nodded, and said: "Okay."

The prodigies of Fu Cheng, however, did not go to compete with Liu Changqing.

For example, the Shangguan family's prodigy Shangguan Qinglei did not make a move, nor did the Gong family's Gong Yuanliang; these two prodigies of the five great aristocratic clans did not act, so others dared not act either.

Instead, Liu Changqing, the prodigy from East Ring City, seized the initiative.

Liu Changqing wore a hairpin, dressed in blue, held his head high and chest out, took a running start, and leapt onto the wooden arena.

On the remaining four arenas, Qin Fenghuo, Hai Chaosheng, Gongyang Xiu, and Huang Sixiang watched curiously, since no one challenged them, they curiously observed the situation of Li Nuanxi's arena.

"That little girl will definitely lose, she'll surely cry, she's only three…… hasn't even changed her diaper, hasn't been weaned, and dares to compete with us?"

Qin Fenghuo crossed his arms and smirked.

Hai Chaosheng quietly glanced at him; as a genius that even the Hai family's forefather would be reluctant to bring out, Hai Chaosheng possesses a maturity beyond his age.

Huang Sixiang's bronzed skin faintly flowed with qi and blood, arms crossed, eyes closed, nurturing his spirit.

He felt no concern whatsoever for Li Nuanxi, who was likewise not a prodigy of Fu Cheng.

Under the gaze of nearly ten thousand onlookers, Liu Changqing ascended the arena.

Seven‑year‑old Liu Changqing, slender in stature, stood on the arena, looked down at Li Nuanxi, who only reached his waist, and a disdainful curl appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's not that he's careless; it's simply…… looking at the tiny figure before him, he can't bring himself to take it seriously.

If he reached out and pressed his hand against that little one's head, letting her flail her fists and feet, she probably couldn't even reach his body.

No challenge at all.

He'd better seize this arena first!

"Little girl, admit defeat and go home to nurse!"

Liu Changqing raised his chin, crossed his arms, and said.

Xixi narrowed her eyes, stomped hard, and shouted: "Impudent!"

Liu Changqing froze.

But he discovered that the tiny figure before him bent forward, the wooden arena beneath her feet shuddered violently, accompanied by a booming sound under high‑frequency tremors.

Xixi's figure shot out, her speed so fast she seemed to become a black line!

So fast!

Liu Changqing's hairs stood on end, he spread his legs into a horse stance with a shout, his black hair flew, his qi and blood burst forth, and his tendons and bones crackled!

Nine major tendons writhed in his back, and his bones emitted a tiger's roar!

He, Liu Changqing, seven years old…… has tempered his bones!

His five fingers clenched, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes!

He, Liu Changqing, must press on to the end, become the true heir of the Divine Sect; his family has placed too many hopes on him, and his mother and father will be proud of him!

"Little brat, get down!"

"This arena is mine!"

Liu Changqing thought of all he must bear at his young age, and his eyes slightly reddened.

He raised a fist, divine energy surging forth, aimed at the sneaky little girl darting to his waist, twisted his waist, and slammed down hard!

This punch could easily land on the little girl's forehead!

If it landed, with his Bone Tempering Realm strength combined with the explosive force of Nurturing Nature Like a Stream, it would be enough to knock the little girl unconscious!

Liu Changqing held back nothing, even his eyes brimmed with excitement!

The thrill of striking someone!

Suddenly, a chubby little fist shot out; Xixi lunged into Liu Changqing's waist, planted a horse stance, sank her body, and thrust a horizontal punch.

Father said, this position is where the enemy finds it hardest to exert force, while one's own power can burst forth in its perfect state.

Using one's perfection to strike the opponent's flaw is exactly the way of combat Father spoke of!

Bang—!

Their fists collided!

Huh?!

Liu Changqing's face changed in shock; that chubby little fist could actually contain such terrifying power!

A surge of inner force, more terrifying than his Bone Tempering Realm strength, mixed with divine energy, rushed forth explosively.

He had originally twisted his waist to exert force, but his strength wasn't fully exerted, and then he was struck by the opponent's even greater power.

In an instant, he was defeated!

His fist was deflected, and that little fist slammed hard into his waist and abdomen……

Liu Changqing felt as if his kidney essence were about to burst!

The intense pain instantly enveloped all the nerves in his head like a spider's net.

"Hey ha!"

After Xixi's punch, she immediately launched a flying kick, solidly kicking Liu Changqing in the chest.

Liu Changqing's face was deathly white, and he was in unbearable pain.

He was sent flying sideways, crashing onto the platform and sliding several meters away.

"Waa waa waa… waa waa pu… my waist…"

"Mom… waa waa… Mom…"

Liu Changqing collapsed on the ground, curling into a ball, wailing loudly, tears and snot streaming down, instantly becoming a little flower cat.

Meanwhile, the area around the platform had already erupted into an uproar, a tumultuous frenzy!

That impact force… is incredibly strong!

That punch, that flying kick—how can you say this is a three‑year‑old girl?

What can a three‑year‑old do? At that age they can't even control their urination!

This girl… has actually achieved Bone Tempering Perfected!

Many perceptive people noticed as Xixi burst forth with power, a punch and a kick that made Liu Changqing cry.

They all sensed the intensity of Xixi's explosive aura.

"Three‑year‑old… Bone Tempering Perfected…"

On the four adjacent platforms.

Their expressions all changed.

Huang Sixiang crossed his arms, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing to the extreme, his bronzed skin seeming to shimmer with flowing light.

This little brat… is this strong!

Qin Fenghuo, who had been watching the spectacle, suddenly shut his mouth, a hint of astonishment on his face—he, at seven years old, had only just achieved Bone Tempering Perfected himself.

No, this girl… what kind of monster is she?

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On the high platform.

Li Qingshan stroked his beard and burst out laughing, nearly laughing himself into a fit.

What a little stinky Xixi!

Sneak attack, holding breath, sudden burst, relentless pursuit.

If you also pull out a cute cow mask from your pocket, it's basically a copycat of the Ox Demon!

Little Ox Demon!

Truly befitting father and daughter.

This girl… is like an Ox Demon!

Divine Sect Sect Leader Nan Lihuo raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes—he was indeed quite astonished.

"Somewhat interesting—at such a young age, his thoughts are so meticulous, his combat methods… filled with spiritual energy."

Nan Lihuo praised.

Not bad, very good.

Zhu Hongdou's eyes beside him had already lit up, a desire welling up in her heart to take Xixi under her wing.

Li Qingshan rolled his eyes, his combat methods brimming with spiritual energy…

It's just that this method is Xixi's; if it were the Ox Demon instead, it would surely be judged as utterly vicious, wickedly cunning, and shameless to the extreme.

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"How is that possible? That three‑year‑old brat actually…"

"So ferocious, so mighty! This qi and blood explosion, this strength… Bone Tempering Perfected?"

"Three‑year‑old Bone Tempering Perfected? I could barely piss three feet when I was three!"

"Can the gap between people really be this huge?!"

The many parents and onlookers gathered around the wooden platform all gasped.

Just watching it hurts—Xixi's extremely cunning punch struck Liu Changqing in the waist and abdomen; though not fatal, it's extremely humiliating!

The kidneys are right there—if something went wrong…

The little boy's bright future… would truly be ruined.

"Did Liu Changqing hold back?" Many spirit children of Dong Huan Cheng were dumbstruck.

They were merely upper‑ or middle‑tier spirit children, and under Liu Changqing's pressure they could barely breathe.

Who could have imagined that the invincible Liu Changqing under seven in Dong Huan Cheng would be defeated at the very start by a three‑year‑old brat!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhang Zhengqing also froze for a moment, then, with a face as bitter as a lotus, he showed an ugly smile—actually it came from the heart.

Three‑year‑old Bone Tempering Perfected—not bad, a very promising seedling.

He looks young, yet his combat experience carries a hint of old‑hand savvy.

First, the point of attack is extremely cunning and sneaky; second, the sudden burst of Bone Tempering Perfected cultivation catches the opponent off guard, a tightly linked design, showing extremely high combat awareness.

His fighting style may be raw, yet it already shows a touch of lively cleverness!

Great!

As for striking the waist and kidneys, what evil thoughts could a child have?

Innocent and guileless, his strikes are not intentional.

Zhang Zhengqing's face, as bitter as coptis, had no time to force a smile; he hastily flashed onto the platform.

If he doesn't appear again, the uncertain Xixi, not sure whether the match has ended, might intend to press the crying Liu Changqing to the ground and keep hammering him…

"Dad said, if the referee doesn't call a stop, you must keep attacking, strike until the referee calls a stop, otherwise you'll suffer a sneak attack!"

Xixi's face was full of seriousness.

Tactically you may despise the opponent, but when you strike you must show no mercy!

Dad said, this world is too dangerous; we must be steady and cautious, and while ambushing the opponent we must also guard against the opponent suddenly erupting and launching a sneak attack!

Fighting is a serious matter, after all, if you're not serious you'll get beaten.

Xixi certainly doesn't want to be beaten!

In this world, the only one who can beat her is… that stinky dad!

"All right, all right."

"He admitted defeat."

"In this challenge, Liu Changqing failed to storm the platform, while Li Nuanxi succeeded in defending it!"

Zhang Zhengqing pressed down on Xixi's head as she lunged forward; with his other hand he snapped his finger, a divine light fell onto Liu Changqing's body, making the tearful, rolling Liu Changqing gradually calm.

Meanwhile, Xixi, still eager for more, lowered her fists and brushed aside her somewhat messy, flyaway bangs.

Then she put her hands on her hips and shook her head and swayed her body.

"Just that?"

"Seven years old… not that impressive, huh!"

"Far inferior to Lü Datou."

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