After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master
Chapter 193 - Jade Token

Chapter 193: Jade Token

“How is this... possible?”

The female disciple beside Wen Wanwan took a while to come back to her senses after the crowd’s silence, speaking slowly.

But when she looked at Wen Wanwan, Wen Wanwan wasn’t looking at her at all, seemingly without even the desire to respond. Wen Wanwan’s gaze stayed on Jiang Huai, lying on Bai Li’s legs. Bai Li, now in her large form, with her coral dragon horns highlighting her dragon lineage, her cheeks pure and exquisitely beautiful, was lazily shielding Jiang Huai from the sunlight with a hint of helplessness.

Jiang Huai Senior Brother and Bai Li seemed especially close. Wen Wanwan knew that last night Jiang Huai had told her, and Wen Wanwan just curled up in his arms, softly saying that as long as Jiang Huai Senior Brother liked it, it was fine.

“J-Jiang Huai Senior Brother only cultivated the Immaculate Golden Body, right? Isn’t it said that even if the Immaculate Golden Body is cultivated to perfection, it only has the combat power of the mid-Nascent Soul stage? And it can’t withstand consumption, once the physical strength is exhausted, it can’t rise again, how, how could it be just one punch...”

The female disciple from Huangjian Mountain seemed eager to get an answer from Wen Wanwan, but Wen Wanwan seemed as if she hadn’t heard at all, already completely uninterested in responding.

“You must know... what’s going on, right? Wen Wanwan.”

Wen Wanwan simply gave her a faint glance.

“I know.”

“Then why don’t you say it?”

“What’s it to you?”

Wen Wanwan’s voice was indifferent, too lazy even to lift her eyelids to look at the female disciple, who, for a moment, felt a surge of annoyance but couldn’t find a proper reason to erupt. By the time she thought to say something more, Wen Wanwan had already turned her face away, not sparing her another glance.

The weather was indeed somewhat hot. Wen Fufu felt drowsy and sprawled over Wen Wanwan’s legs. Wen Wanwan used her spiritual energy to block out most of the heat, gently fanning Wen Fufu with a fan. Wen Fufu slept soundly, and after a while, Wen Wanwan’s name was finally called on the dueling stage.

Coincidentally, Wen Wanwan’s opponent was Qian Haichao, who had been defeated in the previous few matches.

The female disciple from Huangjian Mountain straightened her back, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the stands.

...

In the stands.

Wen Wanwan, dressed in a white Daoist robe untainted by dust, had her ink-black hair simply tied up with a thin cord. Behind her floated a green spirit sword, which she had brought from the Daoji Ancestral Land. It was the personal sword of Qingxuan True Person.

Now that Qingxuan True Person had fallen, she had become the new sword master. Over these days, she had communicated with the sword spirit, which initially didn’t think highly of her talent. However, after hearing that she had mastered the sword momentum of Zilu, the spirit’s opinion of her had changed, and it was now much more cooperative.

“Junior Sister Wanwan, that sword of yours seems to be no ordinary item, right?” Qian Haichao’s voice was gentle.

He held an Earth-grade high-grade spirit sword, passed down from his ancestors, which he had only recently acquired and was currently building rapport with its sword spirit.

Wen Wanwan’s Qingxuan sword had not yet been infused with spiritual energy and thus did not reveal its depth, only showing a hint of ancient simplicity due to the wear of time. Wen Wanwan’s eyes were calm as she raised her hand to grasp the sword.

“I’m in a hurry,” she suddenly said.

Qian Haichao was taken aback, and then Wen Wanwan turned her head to the elder acting as the referee.

“Can we start now?”

The referee elder nodded lightly, and so Wen Wanwan made her move.

In an instant.

The moment the sword light fell, it had already shattered Qian Haichao’s protective spirit shield. If her sword’s edge had moved forward by another inch, it would have pierced through Qian Haichao’s body.

In that moment, Qian Haichao felt the sword momentum emanating from Wen Wanwan, the chilling murderous aura causing his body hair to stand on end, and even the hand holding his sword became too heavy to lift due to fear.

“You...”

Qian Haichao’s throat was incredibly dry, his mind blank, unable to utter a single word.

Wen Wanwan’s ranking in the last inner sect competition was over four hundred, and her cultivation was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

“I won,” Wen Wanwan silently sheathed her spirit sword and turned to leave.

Whether it was out of humiliation or an unwillingness to accept defeat, Qian Haichao stood there, trying to grip his spirit sword tightly, and said,

“I was careless earlier and not prepared. Please, Junior Sister, give me another...”

“Hm?”

Wen Wanwan stopped in her tracks, looking back indifferently.

Spiritual energy ripples surged from behind her, layer upon layer, swirling around her like waves, then transforming into symbols of Daoist magic, each one representing a spirit-sealed flying sword.

These were spirit-sealed flying swords that could only be used by Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Early Nascent Soul stage could condense one, mid-Nascent Soul stage could condense three, and late Nascent Soul stage could condense five.

Behind Wen Wanwan, there were now eighteen flying swords, each seeming to carry a heavy malice. When one looked at the swords, it felt as if their eyes were being pierced as well.

Within her spirit sword symbols, a milky white glow flickered faintly.

Above the stands, Tianxuan Sect sect master Li Qiushan suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide.

As a cultivator in the eighth realm, the Mahayana period, he knew what the milky white glow in Wen Wanwan’s spirit-sealed flying swords meant. It was heavenly Dao spiritual energy, and judging by the color of the glow, it was a five-pattern heavenly Dao Golden Core!

In the entire Eastern Region over the past thousand years, there were no more than five cultivators who had achieved a five-pattern heavenly Dao spiritual pill. Two of them died prematurely, and the three who survived were at least at the seventh realm, Unity perfection!

Previously, Jiang Huai had become famous throughout the Eastern Region because of his three-pattern heavenly Dao spiritual pill. Now, standing before him was the owner of a five-pattern heavenly Dao spiritual pill, and she was a disciple of his Tianxuan Sect, yet he had never noticed!

Li Qiushan’s white beard trembled with excitement. Many disciples below the stands did not understand the significance of the heavenly Dao spiritual pill, but they could understand the eighteen spirit-sealed flying swords behind Wen Wanwan. This meant that Wen Wanwan’s cultivation had entered the Divine Transformation period, as only those in the Divine Transformation period could condense so many spirit-sealed flying swords.

But why were Wen Wanwan’s spirit-sealed flying swords even more terrifying than regular ones?

The malice emanating from the swords made people hold their breath and avert their gaze.

Li Qiushan had already risen from his seat and in an instant, he was on the dueling platform. This year, having reached a thousand years old and led the Tianxuan Sect for three hundred years as a cultivator of the eighth realm, he looked like a kind old man with his white hair and aged face, usually appearing unassuming.

“What’s your name?”

“Wen Wanwan,” she replied softly, respectfully lowering her gaze in front of the sect master.

“Which mountain gate are you from?”

“Huangjian Mountain.”

“Who is your master? Which thoughtless person has hidden such a fine seedling for so long without telling me?”

“I have no master. I have always cultivated alone.”

“Would you be willing to follow me in cultivation? To be my only direct disciple? I assure you, if you agree, and if your character passes muster, then the position of Tianxuan Sect sect master in the future...”

Wen Wanwan, without a moment’s hesitation, gently shook her head.

“I do not wish to, please forgive me, sect master.”

Li Qiushan’s eyes widened, “Why not?”

“In the future, Wanwan intends to be Senior Brother Jiang Huai’s protector, staying by his side day and night, leaving no time to take on a master. Thank you for your kindness, sect master, Wanwan is grateful.”

Wen Wanwan answered with a calm and firm voice, her eyes and brows lowered respectfully.

Li Qiushan hurriedly looked towards Jiang Huai, but at that moment, Jiang Huai was still sound asleep on Bai Li’s lap, unaware of everything that had transpired.

Wen Wanwan’s words had made everything clear to everyone below the stage, and the soundly sleeping Jiang Huai had become the target of everyone’s attention.

This was a Divine Transformation first-level!

A nineteen-year-old Divine Transformation first-level!

Among the young disciples of each sect, there are always one or two who are leaps and bounds ahead of everyone else. Previously, Jiang Huai was that person, leading the way.

Even though his cultivation wasn’t high, he was unbeatable by those of the same realm or even two minor realms higher. Everyone knew that if Jiang Huai got serious, no one could withstand his sword.

But now, standing here was Wen Wanwan, a genuine Divine Transformation first-level, with a sword momentum emanating from the spirit-sealed flying swords behind her that chilled to the bone, making it impossible to look directly at her. All of this meant that her future achievements were limitless, yet she...

“Do you know what a five-pattern heavenly Dao spiritual pill means? Wait, your sword momentum... Who is your master?”

“Zilu True Person,” Wen Wanwan replied softly.

Li Qiushan was stunned for a long while, then smiled wryly,

“Then I’m not even qualified to teach you swordsmanship.”

With these words, a hushed silence fell below the stand.

Li Qiushan couldn’t help but call out to the still drowsy Jiang Huai, who woke up and, rubbing his eyes, looked towards the source of the voice, instantly alert, “Sect master?”

“You, how did you manage to deceive this Junior Sister into protecting your path?”

Jiang Huai’s eyes widened, “What deception? Wen Wanwan and I are dao companions, okay?!”

On the dueling platform, Wen Wanwan’s eyes curved in a smile, her previous cold demeanor melting into a sweet softness.

Li Qiushan looked at Jiang Huai, “You... you have no plans to leave Tianxuan Sect, right?”

“No, why would I? The sect master hasn’t kicked me out; why would I go somewhere else? I’ve grown up in the sect from childhood, I have no reason to leave,” Jiang Huai answered innocently, still unaware of what had transpired.

Li Qiushan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wen Wanwan.

“If you do not wish to be my disciple, then let it be. From today, you will be admitted into the first sequence of Tianxuan Sect, and each month you may go to the inner sect to collect three thousand spirit stones for cultivation. If you encounter any difficulties in your cultivation or need assistance, just speak to me.”

Li Qiushan pulled out a jade token, which Jiang Huai had once voluntarily returned to him.

Carrying this token signified that one could represent the entire Tianxuan Sect, akin to the status of a Tianxuan Sect Holy Son, entitled to a significant amount of cultivation resources each month, and could also request many elders for help using the token.

Now, this token was handed over to Wen Wanwan. Wen Wanwan bit her lip, seemingly hesitant, then looked to Jiang Huai for his opinion.

Jiang Huai winked at her, “Keep it, sect master grandfather means well.”

So Wen Wanwan gently grasped the jade token, looking at Li Qiushan and softly saying, “Thank you, sect master.”

Li Qiushan finally smiled with relief.