Bai Feng smiled faintly. After all, he had struggled to even land a hit on Bai Yu Mo, let alone defeat her. He had always been the one on the receiving end of the beatings during their practice sessions. He could only hope that Senior Sister Yu Yao wouldn’t give up too quickly after being toyed with by Bai Yu Mo.

“Don’t worry, Senior Sister! I have plenty of perseverance!”

Yu Yao, blissfully unaware of what lay ahead, replied confidently.

……

“You guys at the Tianjian Sect are really lucky to have gathered so many talented disciples,” the Master of the Taichu Sacred Land remarked, surprised as he reviewed the battle records of the Tianjian Sect’s registered disciples.

It was no surprise that Bai Yu Mo, with her celestial bone, was unmatched; no one could withstand even a single strike from her. The other disciples were impressive too, like Lin Yan, who wielded fire with remarkable skill, reminding him of a long-departed senior.

Not to mention, there was Zuo Qiu, who possessed a rare divine body that hadn’t been seen in years and had even defeated one of his prized disciples. He couldn’t discern what kind of divine body she had.

In the battles among the Yuanying disciples, Luo Chen’s ruthless sword technique was intriguing. Unlike those who rigidly adhered to the concept of ruthlessness, forcing themselves to sever their emotions, he had his own unique understanding of the technique.

And let’s not forget the genius of formations from the Tianjian Sect who hadn’t even taken the stage yet.

Damn it, what kind of luck is the Tianjian Sect riding? How could they attract so many talented disciples?

“Haha, you flatter us,” the Tianjian Sect’s leader replied with a radiant smile, his wrinkles deepening. “Your disciples at the Taichu Sacred Land are quite impressive too, especially the Taichu Saint Son. It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so in tune with the Taichu Sword.”

Speaking of the Saint Son, the Master’s face brightened further: “I searched for a long time to find such a good disciple.”

Then, as if a thought struck him, the Master of the Taichu Sacred Land raised his hand to create a barrier, isolating their conversation: “By the way, Bai Yu Mo shouldn’t be from the Northern Region, right?”

“What? You want her to return to Zhongzhou?” The Tianjian Sect’s leader shot a glance at the Master of the Taichu Sacred Land.

“Well, she has to be willing to go back!” The Master shook his head, his gaze drifting toward Bai Yu Mo, who had just repelled an opponent, a smile creeping onto his lips. “She’s grown strong; some people might find it hard to sleep now.”

“A bunch of shortsighted fools,” the Tianjian Sect’s leader scoffed. “Do they really think that just because they have celestial bones, they can inherit their power? In the end, they might end up just like those eyes…”

“The most foolish are those old geezers, allowing the younger generation to fight amongst themselves. Aren’t the branch families still of the same bloodline?”

The Master seemed to share his sentiments. After all, if this hadn’t happened, such talented disciples would have belonged to their Zhongzhou Sacred Land.

The thought of such gifted disciples being snatched away by a sect from the Northern Region filled him with rage.

They were a Sacred Land, once home to immortals, with a legacy of celestial beings. Yet, the celestial-boned Bai Yu Mo had been taken by someone from the Northern Region—what a disgrace!

With that thought, a cold smile crept onto his face: “I truly look forward to the day Bai Yu Mo ‘returns’ to Zhongzhou.”

“We at the Tianjian Sect will fully support that,” the Tianjian Sect’s leader said, chuckling as he stroked his stubble.

……

“Sorry, Young Master, I lost.”

Zuo Qiu’s expression was somewhat downcast. Like Yu Yao, she had faced the Saintess of the Yaochi Sacred Land, and despite her best efforts, she had been knocked out of the ring.

Thus, the first fallen child of fortune from the Tianjian Sect had appeared.

“It’s alright; after all, your opponent is a Saintess from a Sacred Land,” Bai Feng waved his hand, not surprised by the outcome.

Among the four children of fortune from the Tianjian Sect, Zuo Qiu had the weakest foundation. If it weren’t for her divine body, he would have struggled to see how she qualified as a child of fortune.

After all, Zuo Qiu’s past had been quite unfortunate. Not to mention her tragic background, had she followed her normal path without his interference, she would have still chosen to accept the God’s inheritance and likely would have been manipulated by the Black Lotus.

He even suspected that Zuo Qiu was the child of fortune destined for a tragic storyline.

“Young Master, I also want to… practice swordsmanship with you all.”

Bai Feng glanced at the anxious Zuo Qiu and shook his head: “You’re not a sword cultivator; practicing with us wouldn’t yield good results.”

Zuo Qiu’s head drooped in disappointment, but Bai Feng quickly changed his tone: “Don’t worry; I have new plans for you that will definitely make you stronger.”

He hadn’t forgotten what Yun Yue Yao had told him about the revival of the spiritual veins in the future, and this was the perfect task for Zuo Qiu.

“Understood.”

Zuo Qiu nodded eagerly, though a sense of loss and worry lingered in her heart.

How could she continue to strengthen her bond with Bai Feng?

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Chapter 168: Yun Yue Yao: I concede.

“Who are you fighting next, Yu Mo?”

Bai Feng watched with keen interest, especially since he could witness the battles of the children of fortune. Such opportunities to understand them were rare!

Though he was reluctant to get involved with the other children of fortune, who knew what unexpected events the future might hold? It was always good to know a bit more!

“It’s Yun Yue Yao.”

Bai Yu Mo stood up, looking toward her opponent.

At that moment, in the area where the Tianyan Sacred Land was located, Yun Yue Yao slowly rose from her seat and flashed a smile at Bai Feng and Bai Yu Mo.

Bai Feng: “…”

Oh no, how did these two end up facing each other?

He was at a loss for words, hoping they would take it easy on each other.

“Yu Mo, you…”

But before he could finish, Bai Yu Mo nodded and interrupted, “I know; I’ll hold back a bit.”

However, when Bai Feng saw the battle intent radiating from her, it felt like she was saying something quite different.

Soon, Bai Yu Mo and Yun Yue Yao met on the stage.

“Out of respect for Bai Feng, I won’t go too hard on you,” Bai Yu Mo said, holding her sword with one hand, her expression cold.

She had been waiting for this moment ever since she learned about the upcoming competition between the various sects and sacred lands.

Though she had opened her heart and expressed her feelings to Bai Feng with Yun Yue Yao’s help, she would never forgive Yun Yue Yao for her provocations, especially for kissing Bai Feng in front of her twice. That was something she could never overlook!

“I also want to see if you’ve improved since then.”

Yun Yue Yao drew her own long sword. As Bai Yu Mo’s old rival, she knew her well.

“Let the match begin!”

With the command, Bai Yu Mo charged at Yun Yue Yao in an instant, her sword aimed directly at her.

But Yun Yue Yao seemed to anticipate Bai Yu Mo’s move, easily dodging to the side.

Bai Yu Mo pursued relentlessly, but no matter how she attacked, she couldn’t land a hit. Yun Yue Yao was like a slippery eel, evading her strikes effortlessly, leaving Bai Yu Mo frustrated as she watched her opponent slip away from the gaps in her attacks.

“Is dodging all you can do?” Bai Yu Mo’s body radiated a faint white light as countless sword energies erupted around her. “Then how will you dodge this?”

“Eh?”

Yun Yue Yao paused, looking at Bai Yu Mo with surprise—wasn’t the power of that celestial bone a bit too overwhelming?

In the future she had experienced, Bai Yu Mo hadn’t been this strong!

But she wasn’t the same Yun Yue Yao from the future; she had grown significantly as well!

“Turn misfortune into fortune.”

Yun Yue Yao lightly waved her long sword, and the sword energies scattered in all directions, brushing past her and flying backward, with none of them hitting her.

Bai Yu Mo watched the dispersing sword energies, exhaling softly. She raised her sword, and the scattered energies began to converge around her before she swung down with force.

Yun Yue Yao looked up at this scene, unafraid. A copper coin appeared in her hand, which she tossed into the air.

The coin fell rapidly, almost returning to her hand the moment she threw it.

“Hmm, it’s a good omen!”

She smiled at the copper coin that landed in her palm.

Then she threw the coin toward the sword energies. At the moment of impact, the gathered sword energies seemed to hit a weak point and scattered instantly.

Watching from below, Bai Feng couldn’t help but comment, “The techniques of the Tianyan Sacred Land are truly mysterious.”

The inheritance of the Tianyan Sacred Land was quite peculiar, even among all the sects, let alone within the Sacred Lands.

Fortune-telling was just the basics; they excelled at removing unfavorable events during battles, steering the outcomes in their favor. Even a lowly disciple from the Tianyan Sacred Land could win through various bizarre techniques, making them a particularly annoying opponent to face.