Chapter 247

A dark gleam flashed in Ye Qingran's eyes, then she curled her lips into a smile, 'Sure. But for fairness, if you lose, you must pick one female disciple from your sect… to run naked!'

As soon as Ye Qingran said that, Ye Huanhuan suddenly trembled.

Was it her illusion?

How could she feel that Ye Qingran was targeting her?

Ling Qingwu's beautiful eyes gathered an icy hue, 'I accept!'

……

Originally Ling Qingwu planned to defeat Ye Qingran in a single move, but with the wager she wasn't in a hurry anymore. She wanted to play slowly, making Ye Qingran run naked around the Xuanwu Platform for enough laps to ruin her reputation!

How dare a mere waste challenge her?

Ignorant of life and death!

Ling Qingwu snorted coldly, her aura sank, and she revealed her cultivation level.

Everyone looked closely and saw it was a low-grade Profound Lord!

"So strong!"

Pairs of eyes showed shocked expressions.

A young Profound Lord is extremely rare.

Ling Qingwu is indeed a top-tier talent!

Looking again at Ye Qingran, there was no Mysterious Force wave. Nobody thought it strange, after all everyone knew she lacked a Spiritual Root. It's said that someone without a Spiritual Root can at most stay at the Profound Master stage.

"One is a Profound Lord, the other at most a Profound Master—what a gap, tsk tsk…"

"I truly admire Ye Qingran's courage; despite such a huge disparity, she dares to accept a match against Ling Qingwu!"

"I think she's stupid! She has no self-awareness at all! She's truly a waste!"

"Does that mean Ye Qingran is destined to run naked today?"

……

The gap between Ye Qingran and Ling Qingwu is like a heavenly chasm!

They eagerly awaited to see how Ye Qingran could turn the tables from a desperate situation.

……

"Ye Qingran, take this move!"

On the Xuanwu Platform, Ling Qingwu gave a clear shout, her figure shooting forward like a sword, so fast that several afterimages lingered!

In the span of a breath, she was already before Ye Qingran, her longsword sweeping down with a momentum like a rainbow.

Everyone gasped in amazement.

With such ferocity right from the start, Ye Qingran probably can't even block the first move, can she?

Seeing that sword about to split Ye Qingran's face, her expression turned icy and her eyes gleamed. In the next instant, she twisted her body, swiftly dodged, and with her longsword she slashed, chopped, cut, and hacked, transforming into multiple attacks in a flash.

Everyone's gazes froze!

To outsiders, the two on the platform seemed like two streaks of light, moving so fast that one could barely react, unable to discern their moves; only the clear clashing sounds of their swords could be heard.

To experts, this was a visual feast, letting one savor the essence and sigh in awe!

But beyond the shock, there was more bewilderment.

Ye Qingran, isn't she a waste?

How could she have such formidable swordsmanship?

You know, few can fight Ling Qingwu to such a close contest!

Ling Qingwu's heart was most shaken at this moment.

Although Ye Qingran lacks a Spiritual Root and she doesn't know Ye Qingran's cultivation, her posture, speed, strength, and technique after gripping the sword hardly look like a novice's.

If her cultivation level were equal to hers, she wouldn't even be sure whether she could be Ye Qingran's opponent.

Ling Qingwu's eyes flickered with light as she forcibly suppressed her inner shock. She kept telling herself that since Ye Qingran could make Feng Yi Zun call her 'master ancestor', she must have something. Yet she firmly believed that someone without a Spiritual Root, no matter how profound their sword comprehension, could not unleash strength that great.

After a moment, their longswords clashed, emitting a clear ringing sound; the Sword Qi dispersed, and both retreated, ending in a tie!

After a brief silence, the crowd burst into waves of astonishment.

"Did I see wrong? Ye Qingran actually tied with Ling Qingwu?!"

"Is she really this strong? How come I never noticed before?"

"That Sword Qi is amazing!"

……

The crowd, reliving the scene, couldn't help but be captivated; Ye Qingran's sword-wielding figure, usually so different, now sharp and agile, was hard to believe.

Is she really a waste?

The disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, besides being shocked, were unconvinced.

"Just this? Senior Sister Qingwu was merely warming up just now!"

"Exactly, once Senior Sister Qingwu gets serious, Ye Qingran won't be able to block even a single move!"

"With just this bit of skill, one could become Feng Yi Zun's master ancestor? My senior sister could do it too!"

……

Ye Huanhuan clenched her fists, a sour feeling welling up. How could Ye Qingran's swordsmanship be so formidable? As a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Immortal, she felt ashamed! How did she do it? Isn't she just a clueless waste?

She increasingly realized that Ye Qingran was more mysterious than she had imagined, making her extremely uneasy; she could only hope that in the upcoming match, Ling Qingwu would obliterate her!

Below the platform, Xia Zhimeng's eyes were full of admiration.

She always felt that Sister Ran hid many secrets—like the beast-taming skill shown earlier at the West Suburb Annex, the archery skill displayed in Jiu Fu Lin, the martial prowess demonstrated in her sparring with Meng Qian, and now her swordsmanship…

It seems she can do everything except lacking a Spiritual Root!

Feng Yi was radiant and spirited.

Although the ancestral master had just warmed up a little, every time he saw her display her swordsmanship, he watched with great relish, feeling it was never enough!

Dark currents surged in the depths of Ling Shaoyang's eyes.

He always felt that this master of his, the battle power he had just shown, was merely the tip of the iceberg.

"Ye Qingran, you do have some skill."

Ling Qingwu smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows and said, "Just some?"

Ling Qingwu's gaze darkened, but she heard Ye Qingran scoff, "However, you are too weak!"

She? Too weak?

Ling Qingwu practically wanted to burst out laughing three times to the heavens.

Since she set foot on the path of sword cultivation, no one has ever dared to speak to her like that!

She is a proper sword cultivator genius; even in the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, where geniuses are as numerous as clouds, she ranks among the foremost—yet Ye Qingran also mocks her as too weak?

Ye Qingran, truly arrogant to the extreme!

If that's the case…

"Then let me show you what the true sword way is!"

With a loud shout, Ling Qingwu sank her breath, and boundless sword intent condensed around her.

Her sword danced in her hand, blossoming into gorgeous sword flowers; sword shadows filled the sky, her figure becoming ever more illusory, like a phantom, transforming into a streaming light that shot forth.

Ye Qingran turned into a sword, and in the next instant appeared behind Ling Qingwu, her sword crawling up her throat like a venomous snake.

"First move!"

Ling Qingwu's pupils contracted sharply.

How could this be?

Almost in an instant, Ye Qingran dodged her attack and moved to her rear... If this weren't a sparring match, she would already be a corpse!

Ling Qingwu was shocked to the extreme.

All of this happened in the flash of lightning and stone.

Too fast!

Ye Qingran's visage was as pure as snow, yet she had lost any desire to play with Ling Qingwu.

As she had just said, Ling Qingwu, you are too weak!

Not fun!

Ling Qingwu calmed down and began to gather a new attack!

But no matter how gorgeous or bizarre her attacks were, Ye Qingran could easily dispel them and find the flaw!

"Second move!"

"Third move!"

Who knows how long passed, but the once mighty Ling Qingwu now resembled a frost‑beaten eggplant, devoid of morale! Her movements were riddled with flaws, lacking any of her former vigor.

Even Xia Zhimeng was stunned.

Really... bullying the weak!

Feng Dashaoge, you really don't deceive me!

Everyone had already become numb.

From the shock of Ye Qingran subduing Ling Qingwu with the first move, to now they no longer know what to say.

It's as if they're teasing a cat.

It even gives them the illusion that they could go up and do the same!

Ling Qingwu is, after all, a top‑tier genius of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect—could she really be this weak?

"Eightieth move!"

"A Yi, the ancestral master will also give you a demonstration of Myriad Swords Returning to One."

The clear, resonant sound fell, and everyone's hearts and minds were shaken.