Chapter 237: Qin Jiang, Yanran is certainly no weakling

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Lingxuan Shengzhu raised his head to look at Qin Jiang, then looked at Nie Zhanglao who had just walked in.

Nie Zhanglao was stunned, walked silently to sit opposite Qin Jiang, and picked up the tea he hadn't had time to drink yet.

"Sect Master, is your neck uncomfortable?"

Lingxuan Shengzhu heard the question, came back to his senses, and looked at Qin Jiang in shock, "Xu Yanran, your wife?"

Qin Jiang nodded slightly, and before he could say anything, Nie Zhanglao opposite him spat out a mouthful of tea, then sucked it all back in the next instant.

Gulp~

"Yanran is your, is Immortal Lord Qin's wife?!"

Nie Zhanglao held his teacup, his eyes full of disbelief.

This, this, this, this is wonderful!

He had taken in a closed-door disciple, and she turned out to be the Immortal Lord's wife!

He looked at Lingxuan Shengzhu; I might as well be able to sit in this Sect Master's seat too!

Lingxuan Shengzhu glanced at him, feeling that this old fogey was not thinking of anything good.

"When I hadn't crossed the sea yet, Yanran and the others arrived at Zhongyuan Continent a step before me. After I resolved the matters at hand, I came here," Qin Jiang said.

"So that's how it is. Yanran did mention this matter back then, wanting to invite a few Elders to go to Hunluan Haiwai together.

It's just that, after all, there were several Elders, and it was difficult to gather them all at once, so it was delayed for some time. I never thought that Immortal Lord Qin would actually come in person."

Nie Zhanglao spoke, feeling somewhat ashamed.

My good disciple, you really think highly of your master; you actually thought that if we few old bones went, we could resolve something that even Immortal Lord Qin couldn't easily handle.

It was fortunate that those few old things happened to be in seclusion; otherwise, if they had really gone, it would be hard to say how many would have returned.

Qin Jiang was slightly startled upon hearing this, then smiled, "Where is Yanran now?"

"Oh, right, today happens to be the Sect Grand Competition; she should be at Xuangan Feng right now."

At the peak of Xuangan Feng, the competition arena.

"Next match, Yi Liuli versus Xu Yanran! Get on stage and prepare!"

The Sect Elder responsible for adjudicating the victory and protecting the safety of the disciples spoke.

This was the final match of the Grand Competition, a duel between the two Saintesses, and he was personally responsible for presiding over it.

He looked at the woman in tight-fitting clothes standing below the left side of the battle stage, dressed in black, looking heroic and spirited.

This newly promoted Saintess surprised him greatly; although she only had the cultivation of a Fifth-tier Divine Martial Artist, her physical strength had reached the level of a Demigod.

Moreover, normally speaking, even with this configuration, she would not be a match for a Saint Child-level Seventh-tier Divine Martial Artist.

But she relied on her Demigod physique to forcefully defeat the current Lingxuan Saint Child and fought her way into the final battle.

Tsk, these years the Holy Land has been a bit yin-heavy and yang-weak; it seems it's time to drag these lazybones up for some training.

Below the stage, Xu Yanran gripped the battle halberd in her hand; this was a True Divine Artifact custom-made by the Lingxuan Holy Land for Saint Child-level prodigies.

It could maximize the power of the Divine Martial Art "Xuanwu Measuring Heaven Halberd" she had only recently learned.

"What's wrong, little sister? Do you want to concede?"

A silver-bell-like laugh came from the stage, carrying a bit of teasing, but there was no malice.

Xu Yanran heard this and looked toward the stage, where a woman in a white dress held a long sword, looking relaxed and at ease, without a hint of nervousness.

This was the only Saintess of the Lingxuan Holy Land before she arrived, Yi Liuli.

Her cultivation had already reached the Seventh-Tier Divine Martial Peak, a well-deserved Saint Child-level prodigy, far beyond what she could compare to.

She knew that although her aptitude was considered decent, it definitely could not reach the Saint Child level.

It was entirely because Qin Jiang had refined her body that she had the qualifications to become a Saintess.

And for this Grand Competition, she had to win!

Only by taking first place in this Grand Competition could she obtain the Mysterious Water Pill to improve her aptitude and cultivation, thereby stabilizing her position as Saintess.

This was also an agreement with her master; as long as she could take first place in the Grand Competition, her master would be confident in persuading more than eight Elder-level figures to accompany her to Shenzhou.

By then, she would definitely be able to solve Brother Qin's problem!

She took a deep breath to adjust her state, her left hand pressing against her chest; that was the ring Qin Jiang had given her, which she wore as a necklace on a string.

Husband, wait for me to return!

She stepped onto the stage, gripping the halberd shaft with both hands.

"Senior Sister, please forgive me!"

"Easily said; if you can beat me, it is also a joyous event for the Holy Land, and I will naturally be happy," Yi Liuli smiled.

She was from the Sect Master's lineage and naturally hoped that the Holy Land would become stronger and stronger.

However, she also had confidence in herself!

Among the current young generation of Lingxuan, she was the undisputed number one!

"Good! I announce, begin!"

Following the referee Elder's shout, the two figures on the battle stage vanished instantly, and at the same time, a crisp sound of metal clashing rang out on the stage.

The black halberd swept across domineeringly, the space along its path shaken and faintly distorted.

Yi Liuli's expression changed slightly; as expected of a Demigod physique, the pure force was already about to shatter space!

Wind Wheel Sword Seventh Form—Ethereal Thread!

Cyan sword light emerged, like a thread passing through the air, colliding with the domineering black light and emitting a soft hum.

The two figures appeared, standing firm on the battle stage, a circular air ring rippling out with the two as the center, and fine cracks appeared on the battle stage beneath their feet.

"So powerful! As expected of our Lingxuan's two great heavenly pride daughters!"

"They were actually able to crack the battle stage; the power of their clash has already exceeded that of an ordinary Eighth-Rank Divine Martial!"

Yi Liuli smiled, "Junior Sister, not bad. How long has it been? You've already practiced the Black Tortoise Heaven-Measuring Halberd to this level."

"Senior Sister is too kind, Yanran has merely been a bit more diligent," Xu Yanran replied, her gaze extremely aggressive.

Yi Liuli chuckled upon hearing this; merely a bit more diligent?

She could never forget that figure she once saw at the hour of midnight, a cultivation style that was practically self-mutilation; yet in your mouth, it actually just became 'merely a bit more diligent'?

It really is infuriating!

"Come again!"

With a loud shout, a continuous stream of Divine Power surged into the divine sword, and the Array Patterns on the sword body lit up with a faint glow, surging from the hilt to the tip in clusters, rhythmic as if breathing.

After one breath, this sense of rhythm reached its peak, and those clusters of faint light almost formed a straight line.

"Wind Wheel Slash!"

Following a violent shout, the surging power forced Xu Yanran back.

Yi Liuli released green light from her entire body, and the long sword in her hand was wrapped in a layer of green sword light.

"Junior Sister, this is my strongest state. Come, use all your strength to defeat me!"

Xu Yanran remained silent, her entire body's power surging wildly toward the great halberd in her hand, stirring up a strong wind around her that blew her black hair upward.

In an instant, the figures of the two disappeared, and a violent shockwave rippled out from the battle platform, causing the surrounding disciples watching the fight to involuntarily retreat.

In the clouds, three people stood silently.

Watching that dashing figure on the battle platform, Qin Jiang couldn't help but smile; after leaving him, Yanran had returned to her original self, just like back then in the fields.

Young Master Qin, Yanran is no weak woman.

(End of this chapter)