Chapter 32: Do You Really Want to Be My Senior Sister?

Outside the arena of the Inter-Peak Grand Competition, it was noisy, with the number of spectators more than double that of previous matches.

They huddled together, chatting in a bustling crowd:

"What do you think the result of today's match will be?"

"I, of course, hope Duan Xiaoling can properly deflate Ren Yidao's arrogance! Hmph, he just relies on his outstanding Spirit Dao, let's see if he can still be so arrogant in front of the Lingxu Peak disciples this time."

"... Um, Ren Yidao's first-round opponent is a disciple from Lingxu Peak."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

The match between Ren Yidao and Duan Xiaoling attracted the attention and curiosity of the vast majority of the onlookers.

On one hand, it was because the rounds had reached the later stages, the number of matches had decreased, and the audience had a clearer choice.

On the other hand, it was Duan Xiaoling's own popularity.

As the daughter of the Lingxu Peak Peak Master and with her looks, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her the little Princess of Lingxu Peak.

But Duan Xiaoling had a very good personality; she hadn't developed a spoiled temperament and treated every fellow disciple with kindness.

Conversely, Ren Yidao's popularity was quite polarized.

To the higher-ups, the more they looked at Ren Yidao, the more they liked him, wishing they could steal him from Luoyue Peak to their own peaks, but unfortunately, they couldn't beat the husky guarding the door, Jing Yueqin.

But to those disciples in the Human Realm, the more they looked at him, the more infuriated they became.

He had been obscure before, yet became famous overnight just two years after entering the sect, and he didn't even look that strong in the matches.

Why was he able to gain the favor of the sect's higher-ups? Why wasn't it me!

Is it because he is handsome?

Is it because his talent is astonishing?

The world has suffered under Ren for a long time!

The several disciples who had faced him all lost in a daze, not feeling much of a gap at all, so naturally, they were somewhat unconvinced.

A certain unnamed Ox Star disciple from Tuling Peak had even wept bitterly in private, howling at the moon in the middle of the night:

"Sob sob sob, I have no face left to stay in the sect, the Peak Master kicks me every time he sees me now, sob sob sob!"

"Senior Sister Xiao Ling!!! You must give him a good lesson—"

In the eyes of many disciples, Ren Yidao had almost become a street rat that everyone wanted to beat, and everyone wanted to go up and stomp on him.

On the other side, Zuo Yungui, who had once again won easily, looked from afar at the bustling crowd over there, then looked at his own side.

"... Hmph."

He let out a cold, expressionless snort and turned to leave.

This was not jealousy.

Zuo Yungui just disdained to go and watch.

"Let you be arrogant for a while longer, but no matter how you struggle, it is useless; in the end, it will be my victory!"

This was not jealousy!

Because he had already found a way to win for sure!!!

……

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On the arena, Ren Yidao and Duan Xiaoling each sat in a corner of the stage.

It wasn't that the Lingxu Peak disciples lacked the ability for close-quarters combat; they also knew some basic sword arts and the like.

However, following Ren Yidao's usual style, Duan Xiaoling simply gave up on melee combat and put all her strength into her Spirit Dao.

Duan Xiaoling's long hair was tied up, reaching her waist; as she sat cross-legged, the tips of her hair brushed lightly against the ground, and a simple wooden zither rested on her knees.

When the breeze blew, her hair swept across the strings, looking like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting, ethereal and graceful.

And Ren Yidao's look was quite unique, also very eye-catching.

He sat cross-legged like a retired old man, holding a cup of green tea with a lid, occasionally lifting the lid to take a sip.

The worldly vulgarity on his side completely dispersed the ethereal aura on the other side...

It looked just like an old man accompanying his granddaughter to a zither training class.

The damage was almost zero.

But by comparison, the insult was extremely high.

Ren Yidao looked at the crowd below and spoke to Duan Xiaoling, who was waiting in battle formation opposite him:

"Miss Duan, your popularity is really high."

Everyone is your fan, eh.

So you are the idol of the Divine Path Sect?

Ren Yidao was relaxed, but Duan Xiaoling on the other side was not so comfortable; she kept her nerves taut.

Unlike others, she attached great importance to Ren Yidao, even being wary of him.

She specialized in the Spirit Dao, and her mother was the Peak Master of Luoyue Peak, so her vision was much higher than that of ordinary disciples, and she was very clear about Ren Yidao's unfathomable nature.

But so what?

Although she was not in the sect at the time and did not witness the scene of Ren Yidao during the Descending God Selection Path, Duan Xiaoling did not think she would be much worse than him.

A heaven-gifted genius, who isn't one?

Hearing Ren Yidao's remark, Duan Xiaoling was stunned for a moment, then said with amusement:

"You have only been in the sect for two years, shouldn't you call me Senior Sister?"

Although the two peaks were on good terms, Duan Xiaoling had often been away in recent years and was not very familiar with this new disciple of Luoyue Peak.

In her eyes, this disciple who had just turned eighteen, shouldn't he naturally call her Senior Sister?

"Senior Sister?"

Ren Yidao looked at Duan Xiaoling, and after discovering that she truly held no malice, he smiled meaningfully:

"If you want me to call you that, I don't have any problem with it on my end."

"It's just that I associate with Peak Master Duan as peers; if she doesn't mind that point, then naturally it doesn't matter to me."

I am of the same generation as your mother; if you want me to call you Senior Sister, that's fine.

But don't ask me; ask her if she agrees.

Duan Xiaoling: "... Hiss."

This was not the end; Ren Yidao's smile became even more radiant, without a trace of impurity within it, just like a cheerful big boy.

"Moreover, wanting to be my Senior Sister is fine, but you still have to obtain one person's consent."

Ren Yidao pointed at the Husky-Jing who was cheering the most boisterously at the edge of the spectator stand.

Jing Yueqin: "Go for it, Xiao Ling! Don't give me any face! Give him two punches!"

He pursed his lips and gestured to Duan Xiaoling:

"There, go and seek her advice."

I only have one Senior Sister; you two should have a fight.

Whoever wins will be the true Senior Sister!

Mentioning Duan Hong was fine, but the moment Jing Yueqin was mentioned, Duan Xiaoling's expression changed completely, and deep fear surfaced in the depths of her eyes.

Shaking her head violently, Duan Xiaoling waved her hands repeatedly:

"No, no, no, let's just forget it."

Duan Xiaoling · Fear. GIF

Other disciples might not be clear about Jing Yueqin's terror, but Duan Xiaoling could not be clearer.

She had been played with by Jing Yueqin since she was small.

Although they were all pranks that would not cause her any substantial harm, the psychological trauma was very, very deep.

A large part of the reason why Duan Xiaoling had stayed by her father's side all these years and avoided returning to the sect whenever possible was also because of Jing Yueqin.

Stay away from Luoyue Peak!

Stay away from Jing Yueqin!

After the two finished their idle chatter, the referee Elder asked:

"Are you both ready?"

After receiving the signal from the two, he waved his hand and announced loudly:

"Then, the match begins!"

Duan Xiaoling, who had been smiling and chatting just a second ago, had her gaze change abruptly, and she plucked the zither strings with force!

Even though they were zither strings, they actually emitted the clanging sound of metal!

Ren Yidao's vision suddenly turned black.

Her voice became ferocious and terrifying in Ren Yidao's ears, like the screeching of a fierce ghost.

She said:

"Senluo Hell!"