The Way of the Sword (BL)

Chapter 180  Xiao Mingxia the host of the Layer Tournament

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Of course, as much as Zemin Yan felt warmth in his heart at being treated so lovingly.

"They're thinking about it, luckily…" Sheng thought it wasn't supposed to be possible, but since he was a new cultivator in the Qi Realms.

Clearly, it had been Tai-Yang and Yi Yuga's doing the powers to protect him who was with other disciples, which made some other people lucky and protected as a result.

"That's the important thing," Song Ling said, he already knew she was talking about a secret in her little brother's body that it was better not to bring it up.

"Sister, I want to go to the arena to participate in the tournament" Zemin Yan said with bright eyes.

Tai-Yang sighs and explains the situation to Master Zhang and Song Ling, only to make Sister Song angry and want to rip old Master Peng's hide.

How dare he corners her little brother?

"You don't need that kind of dangerous thing, I can pay for the treatment… Or give that old man a precise spanking" Song Ling muttered very seriously.

"You can't beat up old Master Peng," Master Zhang said helplessly.

"It's a challenge?" Song Ling didn't seem to be resigned to this.

Master Zhang and Song Ling exchanged glances, which made the woman even more excited to challenge her companion's words.

"Sister, don't harm Master Peng... I want to participate in the tournament to show my worth not only to Master Peng but to the sect... I want to arrive at the sect with good estimates... The Song family would not be against me if I were a talent, right?" Zemin Yan said face heat up with a little shyness, ah, he feels a little talking about this matter.

Looking closely, Zemin Yan was the more sensible of the two brothers, after all, hitting Master Peng who is the doctor didn't seem like an intelligent idea. Even more so when he's right about showing value, this was a world where people liked people with strong talent.

"Besides it is my friend, and you can call attention to you to help us" Zemin Yan was smart, but seeing such a smart little brother Song Ling felt a trace of bitterness in her mouth as it meant that the petite child had to grow up under many adversities stop so soon.

"Okay, I'll listen to my dear little brother. My little Yan is the best and the bravest!" Song Ling said, kissing little Yan's forehead.

Master Zhang: (...)

"Only you should let me help you regain your vitality, right?" Song Ling said seriously, holding her brother's small hands.

"Okay" Zemin Yan agreed, despite having several medicines that could help, but with Sheng Jing's presence, he couldn't take anything without raising suspicion.

A white light came out of Song Ling's fingers in soft waves entering Zemin Yan's body, he felt much more comfortable and felt a strange lightness.

"I could have done that" Zhong Liang grumbled coldly, only to receive a superior look from Song Ling.

"How are you feeling now?" Song Ling asked in a loud voice, just to annoy Zhong Liang, this brat who seemed very attached to her little brother.

"I am so much better!" Zemin Yan said stretching and stretching his legs, he felt very energized.

Zhong Liang led Zemin Yan and their group into the arena, looking down on Song Ling.

Now, who would be with little Yan?

"Apparently little master Zhong won this round" Master Zhang said looking at Song Ling's pout.

"Tsk, this brat has to let go of my little brother! Oh, let him get a little brother of his own..."

Song Ling was complaining about Zhong Liang being a clingy person despite that paralyzed face for a moment until she drained the irritation that Zhong Liang's superior gaze caused him.

Unfortunately, because of her identity, she couldn't appear alongside Zemin Yan publicly.

Leaving Zemin Yan in Zhong Liang's care was much safer, she and Master Zhang came to pick up the destroyed dolls for a more thorough investigation to try to find out what had caused such a problem.

"You are not feeling well?" Master Zhang asked with concern on his handsome face and delicate eyebrows rose.

A beauty that even immortal fairies would envy, his gray iris eyes, like a glittering agate, and his thin pink lips slightly pursed, showed the importance he attached to Song Ling.

"Before going to get the dolls, let's see Master Peng" Song Ling said, adjusting the pure white clothes that fit her well-lined body and full bust as if with that movement, he could drive away from the bitter feeling in her throat by leaving her little brother with other people.

"You are not feeling well?" Master Zhang asked with concern on his handsome face and delicate eyebrows rose. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A beauty that even immortal fairies would envy, his gray iris eyes, like a glittering agate, and his thin pink lips slightly pursed, showed the importance he attached to Song Ling.

"I'm feeling terrible," Song Ling said with a long sigh.

"What are you feeling? Is it poison or something else?" Master Zhang was already talking and taking Sister Song's pulse.

"Stop it, oh, I'm just angry. I want to hit that old man a little!" Song Ling said pushing Master Zhang's hands away.

"But you told your brother you weren't going to hit Master Peng," Master Zhang said with obvious confusion.

"Are you going to tell him? No? Then he will never know" Song Ling said very justly, she hurriedly left leaving Master Zhang watching her back quickly disappear.

Master Zhang: (...)

Master Peng: (!!!) *startled by the sudden attack*

Zhong Liang: I agree with big sister U_U

Song Ling: Who is your big sister?

Zhong Liang: Big Sister... U_U

Song Ling: (!!!) *burning with rage*

On the other hand, the tournament was explained by Xiao Mingxia (pronounced Chi-ao Ming-chia), who is an inner disciple with Aurore Core cultivation, but who was still under an Elder's probation to become a core disciple, she is in grade 6 with just 19-years-old.

Her cultivation root is similar to the image of a tanuki which makes her a swordsman in quick illusions, mainly when using the sword blade for after-image effects.

She carried the sword at her waist, the sword being long and thin, her attire as an inner disciple from the sky quadrant, with a long skirt with side slits that reached to the knee, a long-sleeved shirt with wide cuffs that caused an illusion of movement with just a slight movement.

The pure white of the outfit with a sky-blue belt of noble fabric highlighting that part of the body highlighted the skin of a caramel tone, the small eyebrows, the narrow eyes with long dark eyelashes, the brown hair was long that was below the hips that her image blended in as if she too could be part of an illusion.

"The contestant board decision was based on your performances, those who appear on the board will compete and those who do not have their names on the board must follow Senior Sister Qi"

The rookie test was a tournament in itself, which meant it was time to see who won the prizes now.

A tournament against the inner disciples would be different prizes, or just a moral lesson to let the rookies have to eat dirt and lose to the seniors.

Something like a lesson for them not to feel too proud of their victories.

That could be considered just organizational bullying by the Heavenly Sword Sect.

This prospect makes novice disciples apprehensive and a little excited about the results.