Chapter 246: Calling Him Uncle?

Upon hearing Ling Qingwu's words, the crowd suddenly felt Ye Qingran truly didn't belong, and they looked at her with sympathy.

Compared with the opponents Ling Qingwu had faced, Ye Qingran was simply unremarkable!

The disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect whom Ye Qingran had previously humiliated looked at her mockingly, ridiculing her for lacking self‑awareness!

Who would have thought Ye Qingran wasn't shaken at all, but calmly replied, "The opponent who lost to me once said the same thing."

This…

Gazes fell on Ye Qingran, full of admiration. With a single sentence, Ye Qingran effortlessly shattered the momentum Ling Qingwu had just created.

Puff~

Xia Zhimeng couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Sister Ran is truly talented! With just that one line, she instantly made the previously aloof and proud Ling Qingwu change her expression.

"Ye Qingran, you are the most overconfident person I've ever seen!" Ling Qingwu, furious, laughed back.

"Thanks for the compliment!"

Ye Qingran was unfazed.

Ling Qingwu: "……"

In this world, how can there be someone as shameless as Ye Qingran?

Ling Qingwu gritted her teeth, nodded, and in a tone that seemed like a concession said, "Fine, since that's the case, I'll make an exception and duel you!"

If someone is being unreasonable and courting disgrace, why not indulge them?

"Miss Ling, are you misunderstanding something?" Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow in surprise, spread her hands and said, "I did say I could only spar reluctantly with the top ten disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, but I never said I would spar with you!"

The crowd was stunned.

Upon further thought, it seemed to make sense.

"Ye Qingran, are you playing me?!" Ling Qingwu narrowed her eyes, a cold glint flashing.

"Miss Ling, you're joking, I didn't play you at all! It's just that you're too sensitive!"

Is this saying she's petty?

Ling Qingwu's gaze at Ye Qingran was as cold as frost, her slightly narrowed eyes revealing a chilling murderous intent.

Ye Qingran remained unmoved, waved a hand, and grandly said, "If you want to spar with me, then I will reluctantly agree."

"……"

She mocked Ling Qingwu's petty mind, then staged another display of magnanimity; the contrast…

Ye Qingran, you really are something!

"Compare what?"

"Naturally, we compare swordsmanship!"

Ling Qingwu wore a disdainful expression, her tone barely hiding sarcasm, "Swordsmanship? You don't even have a Spiritual Root, yet you dare compare swordsmanship with me?" She is a prodigy of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect! Ye Qingran comparing swordsmanship with her?

A fool's dream!

Before Ye Qingran could retort, Feng Yi beside her slowly spoke, "Swordsmanship is ethereal; under the Xuan Emperor, the supreme sword path can disregard ranks! As a sword cultivator, you don't even understand this principle?"

The most insulting part was the fleeting surprise that flashed in Feng Yi's star‑like eyes.

It seemed to say, "How can you claim to be a sword cultivator when you don't even grasp such an obvious truth?"

The harm is minor, but the insult is intense!

The crowd didn't miss Feng Yi's instant reaction, each showing an amused smile.

The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's prodigious female disciple was mocked by Feng Yi!

How interesting!

Ling Qingwu's complexion flushed red then turned pale, shifting for a while before returning to normal.

"Feng Yi, I think you misunderstood me!" Ling Qingwu defended herself, "I just think Ye Qingran isn't a sword cultivator, so how could she comprehend the supreme sword path?"

Feng Yi replied in a deep voice, "How do you know she's not a sword cultivator?"

"If she's not a sword cultivator, how could she be my master ancestor? Ling Qingwu… you're called Ling Qingwu, right? You seem a bit dim‑witted."

Sword Maniac's rant is the most lethal!

Puff~

The crowd almost burst into laughter.

Sword Maniac persisted, earnestly berating Ling Qingwu for being dim‑witted. This is truly amusing!

Ling Qingwu was almost so angry she could have spat blood.

But she simply couldn't refute it!

……

Ling Qingwu transferred all the qi she received from Feng Yi onto Ye Qingran; in her beautiful eyes, dark flames spewed.

The Xuanwu Platform was cleared, and the people on the stage dispersed.

"Hey, Feng Yi, your master ancestor is dueling Ling Qingwu, aren't you worried about her?"

Xia Zhimeng hurriedly caught up to Feng Yi on the stage, her palm‑sized face flushed.

It's deadly, being so close to such a Wild handsome man makes the heart race!

Feng Yi lowered his gaze at the unfamiliar girl before him, recalling that his master ancestor seemed on good terms with her, and calmly said, "It's just a trivial mistreatment, what's there to worry about?"

It's perfectly reasonable, utterly straightforward!

After speaking, Feng Yi turned and walked away, leaving Xia Zhimeng staring dumbfounded as she followed his broad back.

"Just a trivial mistreatment?"

"But that's Ling Qingwu!"

"Just a trivial mistreatment?"

So arrogant?

So cool?

Heavens!

Xia Zhimeng literally couldn't help but scream!

Feng Yi had just shaken off Xia Zhimeng and stepped onto the arena floor when Ling Shaoyang came over; Feng Yi lifted his eyes to size the handsome youth before him, a hint of puzzlement flashing in his gaze.

Who is this?

Why is that smile so…cunning?

Ling Shaoyang sized up the youth before him, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

This Sword Maniac seems to be a year older than him, yet he has to call him senior uncle!

"You're blocking my way!"

In a very indifferent tone. It seems he only shows his big‑boy side in front of Ye Qingran.

Ling Shaoyang, putting on a pretentious air, lifted his chin and said, "Come on, call me senior uncle!"

Feng Yi: "???"

……

Soon, on the Xuanwu Platform only Ye Qingran and Ling Qingwu remained, each standing at opposite ends, facing each other from afar.

Both were stunningly beautiful, each dressed in white robes brighter than snow.

However, in terms of looks alone, Ye Qingran was a cut above.

Ye Qingran held an Imperial-level Sword in her hand; though the blade was still sheathed, it already radiated a rich sword aura, causing onlookers to glance at it repeatedly.

Ling Qingwu also bore a sword on her back, standing perfectly upright, her demeanor as sharp as a blade, fierce and keen.

"Wasting such a fine sword, letting Ye Qingran stain it!"

"Exactly, that Imperial-level Sword in Ye Qingran's hands can't even unleash half its power—what a pity!"

……

The disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect stared at the sword in Ye Qingran's hand, their jealousy overwhelming. It was an Imperial-level Sword, yet it fell into Ye Qingran's grasp—what a waste of a treasure!

They clearly didn't favor Ye Qingran. Even though she is Feng Yi's grandmaster, in their eyes who knows what underhanded methods Ye Qingran used to coerce Feng Yi?

As for the Xiliang townsfolk watching from below the Xuanwu Platform, most of their hearts leaned toward Ling Qingwu.

One is a waste without a Spiritual Root, the other a sword‑cultivation prodigy of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect; who is stronger is self‑evident.

As for the few who think Ye Qingran can win, their belief rests on her previous victories over Mu Qingrou and Meng Qian, giving them an inexplicable confidence and expectation.

"Ye Qingran, blades have no eyes; you overestimate yourself challenging senior sister Qingwu, you won't even know how you die later!" Ye Huanhuan, from below the stage, gave a cunning smile, her gaze at Ye Qingran as if looking at a corpse.

She thinks just because she beat Meng Qian she's strong? A prodigy of Ling Qingwu's caliber is not comparable to someone like Meng Qian. Ye Qingran is truly blindly confident!

At that moment, she suddenly felt Ye Qingran's gaze from the stage; her whole body stiffened, and she thought in horror, could Ye Qingran have learned something?

"Just like this, it's too meaningless."

The crowd, anxiously awaiting the duel, froze as they saw her weighing the sword in her hand, her expression lazy and nonchalant as she said, "How about we add a little gamble?"

Ling Qingwu squinted, "How do you want to play?" She was already thinking that!

"How about this: if you lose a move, let your junior brothers and sisters slap each other!"

Ling Qingwu sneered, "Ye Qingran, you are downright mischievous!"

"Ha, I get whatever fun I have with the kind of person I play with!" Implying that her mischievousness stems from herself.

"Then what if you lose?"

"I..."

"If you lose a move, you have to run naked around the Xuanwu Platform for a lap!"

Without waiting for Ye Qingran's answer, Ling Qingwu set the condition for her.

Run naked for a lap?

The crowd gasped.

Ling Qingwu even called Ye Qingran mischievous, yet she plays even wilder than Ye Qingran!

Ye Qingran, such a great beauty, running naked?

Tsk tsk…

Just thinking about it makes one look forward to it!