Chapter 238: My Junior Sister Will Share Her Man With Me
Chapter 238: Chapter 158: My Junior Sister Will Share Her Man With Me
The brilliant sunset painted the sky a vibrant orange.
The first round of the grand competition was nearing its end, yet the atmosphere on the high platform grew increasingly tense.
“It seems the first round is all but decided. Brother Xue, it’s quite a shame that not a single disciple from your Qingshi Sect made it into the top twenty-four.”
Atop the high platform, Xue Mingjing stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His black Daoist robe remained perfectly still in the evening wind. “Their strength was simply inferior, that’s all.”
Li Dashu just smiled, unable to fathom what Xue Mingjing was truly thinking.
He had insisted that sword was crucial to the Qingshi Sect, yet his reaction was so detached. It was truly baffling.
“Hm?”
As he was lost in thought, a sudden premonition made him look up sharply.
There, against the deepening twilight of the sky, a single star shone with unusual brilliance, vying with the last rays of the setting sun.
What was more alarming was that the Dream Demon Clan Leader’s aura was undergoing a bizarre transformation. Not only was its location shifting rapidly, but it had also broken through the borders of the Dream Sea, heading straight for the Qingcao Sword Sect.
Before long, the Dream Demon Clan Leader’s aura left the Dream Sea entirely, arriving at the boundary between it and the Qingcao Sword Sect.
And with Li Dashu’s power, he could easily spot an illusory shadow standing amidst the clouds in the distance, seemingly materialized from thin air.
The figure was ethereal and indistinct. The aura around it ebbed and flowed like the tide, and the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi began to fluctuate violently.
“Brother Li, what are you looking at?”
Li Dashu didn’t try to hide it. His expression was grave. “The Clan Leader of the Dream Demon Race. He was at the Peak of the Sixth Realm, but now it seems he’s touched the next threshold. He’s trying to Ascend to Yao Guang.”
Its aura was erratic, surging and falling, and the star in the sky flickered—the classic precursor to Entering Yao Guang.
‘Was the Dream Demon Clan Leader really in seclusion?’
‘In seclusion to Enter Yao Guang?’
“I have to go see.”
Whether the Dream Demon Clan Leader succeeded or failed, Li Dashu had to go. This was the mission assigned to him by the Daoist Sect.
He wasn’t required to intervene, but intervention wasn’t out of the question.
Xue Mingjing’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. “A non-human, daring to dream of Ascending to Yao Guang? Brother Li, I’ll go with you. We have to stop it.”
Li Dashu glanced at Xue Mingjing and said with a sigh, “We’re going to act as protectors for the Dream Race Clan Leader, Brother Xue. Don’t say such things.”
Xue Mingjing shot a sideways glance at Li Dashu. “Isn’t this how we always operate? So hypocritical. The Ten Thousand Races…”
“That’s enough. Say no more. If the Daoist Sect Master were to hear you from Beyond the Heavens, Brother Xue, you’d be in for a world of trouble.”
“The Daoist Sect Master is off in Beyond the Heavens hunting the Desire Demon. His fate is unknown. Celestial Mountain has been without its master for a long time now.”
Li Dashu chuckled but didn’t reply.
He remembered what his master had once said.
‘The moment you think the Chang’an Daoist isn’t around is precisely when he is, and he’s watching you.’
‘The Daoist Sect Master was a disciple of that great figure. He’s likely no different.’
“Brother Li, what are the arrangements for the rest of the Celestial Dao Grand Competition?”
“I’ve already instructed young Qingcao. He’s always been reliable.”
Li Dashu had already briefed Li Qingcao on the remaining procedures. His presence was no longer required. He raised a greenish-blue broadsword, transformed into a streak of sword light, and shot across the sky, with Xue Mingjing following close behind.
Just like that, the two left the Qingcao Sword Sect, flying toward the Dream Demon Clan Leader’s location.
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Just as the two streaks of light shot across the sky…
Someone’s eyes opened.
“Shen San? You’re finally awake.”
The gray-robed Cultivator looked at his companion. The man had been asleep for a full day and night, which had made him quite worried.
Shen San opened his eyes. His expression was placid as he glanced at the sky and said flatly, “I have something to take care of. I’ll be back soon.”
“What is it? The Qingcao Sword Sect is a Major Sect. If you wander around carelessly, you could…”
Before the gray-robed Cultivator could finish, Shen San had already vanished from his spot.
He tried to follow, but Shen San was already gone.
‘Strange.’
‘Shen San’s Cultivation is even lower than mine. How could I not keep up with him?’
“If they catch you running around, they’ll break your legs!”
The gray-robed Cultivator muttered resentfully before settling back into his cross-legged Meditation.
Shen San walked slowly into the shadows.
When he emerged again, a Cultivator from another Sect was already standing before him.
The Shen San of before would not have known this person, but the Shen San of now did.
“Have all our people from the south arrived?”
“They’re all here.”
“Was anyone discovered?”
“No. We only chose Low Realm Cultivators. They won’t be able to detect us.”
“Li Dashu has left the Sword Sect. Let’s begin.”
Shen San nodded at the other man. Their conversation was brief, limited to just those few lines.
At that moment, the battles on the platforms were reaching their final stages. All eyes were fixed on the stage, everyone watching with rapt attention, eager to witness the prowess of the Cultivators from the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces.
The surging Sword Qi drew thunderous cheers, and no one paid any mind to this remote corner.
This was not the only such conversation taking place within the Qingcao Sword Sect.
Shen San found a secluded spot and sat down cross-legged. He looked just like any other Cultivator who had stumbled upon the area, found the Spiritual Qi to be rich, and decided to enter Meditation on a whim.
At almost the exact same moment, numerous seated Cultivators rose, found new, more remote spots, and sat down again, appearing as if they were simply changing locations.
But in their hands, a faint azure glow had begun to gather.
Shen San looked up at the clouds. Something within them was resonating with the azure glow in his hand.
Night was about to fall.
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As the moon rudely kicked the sun from the sky and scattered its own brilliance across the land, the twenty-four pillars suddenly erupted with intense golden light. The light then slowly coalesced into a Token in the hands of each victor.
Night had fallen.