The chief disciple of Rain God Peak, Ye Qingtian, was Grand Elder Ye Long’s grandson.
Among all the Seven Peaks Chiefs, he alone knew full well that Yan Zhen could slay a Mystic Ancestor with a single blow, even without relying on external aid!
His own grandfather, Ye Long, was the best proof of that.
And so, when Yan Zhen ascended Rain God Peak and issued his challenge to Ye Qingtian, the latter immediately forfeited, offering this excuse:
“Junior Brother Yan Zhen was originally a disciple of Rain God Peak. How could your senior brother ever stand in the way of his quest in the Seven Peaks Consecutive Battle?”
With that explanation, the crowd of disciples who had initially thought Ye Qingtian a total coward suddenly regarded him with respect. Only a scant few more level-headed observers saw right through his lack of confidence, recognizing it as the true reason for his surrender.
One had to admit, Ye Qingtian’s ploy had salvaged some face. But how could Yan Zhen let him off that easily? After stepping down from the arena, he sent Long Ying up next.
Though Long Ying lived on Jialan Peak, she had never bothered with the paperwork, so she was still technically an upper peak disciple of Rain God Peak. By challenging and defeating Ye Qingtian, she could claim the position of chief disciple there.
Long Ying was already a Two-Star Mystic Ancestor. Even in her loli form, pounding on a Nine-Star Mystic Lord like Ye Qingtian was like bullying a child. A few savage blasts of her Dragon Dragon Fist left this proud son of the Ye family utterly dazed.
Her Talent of Strength combined with her Space Talent made every punch capable of forcing even a high-star Mystic Ancestor into steady retreat – far beyond what someone of his level could withstand!
Her final strike unleashed a heaven-shaking dragon roar, rippling space itself and blasting Ye Qingtian straight into a distant mountain wall, where he lay unable to rise.
The Loli Dragon Girl claimed total victory!
As the saying goes, winner takes all. The disciples of Blue Rain Peak had witnessed Ye Qingtian’s towering image crumble as Long Ying pummeled him. Gone were their former tones of respect; public opinion began to shift.
Aside from a handful of diehard fans, most now thought Ye Qingtian a massive poser. With that level of power, he still dared to pick a fight with Quasi-Holy Son Yan Zhen? Talking big about giving him “one free shot”? Laughable!
Yet none of these boastful disciples could even survive a single exchange against Ye Qingtian.
Yan Zhen sighed inwardly. Whether in this world or on Earth, people were all the same.
Still, Ye Qingtian had only himself to blame. If he couldn’t win, he should have surrendered gracefully and shown some poise. Instead, he tried to score cheap points with words, forcibly saving face – only to humiliate himself worse when called out!
In the end, he was just too young and hot-headed!
In the crowd, Ye Fu’s face had gone deathly pale. She felt both fear and regret. If only she hadn’t gone provoking Yu Die back then – she wouldn’t have offended Yan Zhen. She could still be the esteemed Eldest Miss, and her brother the chief everyone envied…
But what good was regret now?
Elsewhere in the crowd, Cousin Sister Yu Die had originally planned to cultivate further before challenging Ye Fu and getting some payback. Now, though, she saw no point. Ye Fu was just a pathetic bully riding her brother and grandfather’s coattails – hardly worthy of being her opponent!
She turned to look at Yan Zhen, who noticed her gaze and gave a casual wave of greeting before signaling Long Ying that it was time to go.
Seeing this, Yu Die bit her lip, mustered her courage, and hurried after them. With a few leaps, she landed in front of Yan Zhen and Long Ying.
“Cousin Brother-in-Law! Or should I call you Quasi-Saint Son now?”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly.
“Don’t tease me, Cousin Sister Yu Die. I only got lucky because the Holy Lord took a liking to me.”
“You and your coy act.” Yu Die crossed her arms and pursed her lips. “You’ve only been in the sacred land for half a year, yet you’ve jumped from Mystic General Realm to Mystic Lord Realm. How are you this absurd?”
“My cultivation method is a bit special, that’s all.” Yan Zhen scratched his cheek. “Cousin Sister Yu Die, you’ve made great progress too. Already at Three-Star Mystic King – becoming an upper peak disciple is just a matter of time.”
“Then I’ll borrow your lucky words, Quasi-Saint Son. Maybe after these seven days, you won’t even need that ‘quasi’ anymore. Take good care of me then!”
“Ye Qingtian forfeited, and I’m still in prime condition. I plan to challenge the next peak. Want to come along, Sister?”
Yu Die’s eyes lit up.
“Sure! Which peak next?”
Yan Zhen’s lips curved.
“Snow Spirit Peak!”
“The Snow Spirit Peak Chief, that Senior Sister Bing Tang, is a total beauty. Can you bring yourself to go all out on her, Cousin Brother-in-Law?”
“Is she really that pretty? Guess I’ll have to see how long it takes her to cry after one punch.”
Yu Die burst out laughing, unable to stop.
An hour later…
Chief Bing Tang lay collapsed on the arena, her body drenched and limp, her eyes glazed over as she panted for breath.
Her Ice Mystic Force paired with her Ice Soul Physique should have given her a massive edge over most opponents. Unfortunately, she had run into Yan Zhen, wielder of five Extreme Flames – a natural counter.
Just the Great Crimson Heaven Flame alone suppressed her utterly, to say nothing of the downright cheating Rootless Earth Spirit Fire.
When she unleashed her full-powered strike, over half the force was blocked by an automatically generated stone shield. Against another One-Star Mystic Lord like Yan Zhen, without using Mystic Techniques, she probably couldn’t even scratch his skin.
Seeing that Senior Sister Bing Tang posed no real threat, Yan Zhen treated her like a training dummy, using the fight to gradually attune himself to the power of the Mystic Lord Realm.
The result? They battled for nearly an hour. Her ice melted into water under the Extreme Flames, turning the vast dueling ground into a shallow pond.
Bing Tang didn’t lose because she was beaten – she simply ran out of strength and had to concede!
By contrast, Yan Zhen looked refreshed and invigorated. He cupped his fists politely toward her.
“Thanks for the lesson, Senior Sister. I accept your concession!”
Bing Tang flushed with a mix of shame and fury. She suspected Yan Zhen was getting revenge on Snow Spirit Peak. Her master had already sent him a treasured item as apology, yet here he was humiliating her like this. It was simply outrageous—
Even the onlookers wore strange expressions. They marveled that a One-Star Mystic Lord like Yan Zhen had overcome a Nine-Star Mystic Lord, while secretly thinking this Quasi-Saint Son had a sadistic streak, tormenting the usually aloof and icy Senior Sister Bing Tang into such a pitiful state.
Ignoring the stares, Yan Zhen wrapped things up and signaled Long Ying and Yu Die to leave Snow Spirit Peak.
Yu Die couldn’t help but comment:
“Senior Sister Bing Tang is kind of pitiful. You toyed with her right there in front of everyone.”
Yan Zhen shot the short-haired sister a look.
“What do you mean ‘toyed’? It was a proper duel. Don’t phrase it in ways that cause misunderstandings!”
“Tomayto, tomahto. You had her dancing to your tune, body and all – even soaked through.”
“…”
If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.
Yan Zhen’s face darkened, but he didn’t bother arguing.
“Long Ying and I are heading back to Jialan Peak. Want to come check it out, Cousin Sister Yu Die?”
She agreed readily.
“I’ve never been inside Jialan Peak before.”
The Holy Lord’s disciple selection ceremony had taken place on Jialan Peak, but ordinary disciples like her had no right to enter – they could only watch from afar.
For sacred land disciples, entering Jialan Peak was a true honor!
On Jialan Peak, in the Glazed Cave, Mentor Yu Xuan and Aunt Shui Bailan had stayed in the cave abode as Yan Zhen instructed, tending to Cai Lian. The three women sat together, watching the fights via the Reflecting Light Mirror.
Seeing Yan Zhen “toy” with the delicate and frosty Snow Spirit Peak Chief left the three beauties – each with her own allure – sharing the same worried thought:
Was he about to gain yet another “sister”?
They had mentally prepared to share a husband with other women, but this endless stream was getting out of hand!
