This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 237 - 232: It’s Too Late to Even Run 39 Meters

Chapter 237: Chapter 232: It’s Too Late to Even Run 39 Meters

Su Youyi quickly adapted, and Wu Cang also took the opportunity to acclimatize.

Although he did not know what was happening to him, he also knew to take advantage of his opponent’s distraction to catch his breath.

This competition was crucial for him, as being noticed by any elder meant a boundless future.

His opponent was just a newcomer who had joined for one year, while he had been in the Outer Disciple section for a full three years! Do you know how he spent those three years!

"Wu Cang, stop dazing, think about your fiancée!"

A buddy of Wu Cang in the audience, seeing his best friend underperforming so drastically, hurriedly cheered him on from outside the ring!

"That’s right, to defeat that woman who humiliated my fiancée by breaking off our engagement, I must not fall here!"

Wu Cang clenched his fists, his eyes refilled with determination, planning to use the Daoist Skill he had been practicing for three years to quickly finish off the young girl during her mistake, and even show off his skills in front of the elders.

"Haah..." Wu Cang’s expression turned serious, he bent his legs and his arms shook lightly as he made a strange pose. Invisible Spiritual Power in the Void began to gather behind him, gradually materializing into a purple big bell.

"Oh? He mastered the Qingyao Floating Light Bell, this extremely difficult Sixth Grade Daoist Skill, huh? As an Outer Disciple, he is indeed a promising candidate."

But before the old officer could continue watching, a beautiful Daoist nun next to him gestured with her eyes to look at Su Youyi.

"Sss, this..." the elder exclaimed in a low voice, seemingly in disbelief.

On the platform, Wu Cang had already gathered all his spirit into the Bell Mallet in his hand.

Hitting the Qingyao Floating Light Bell behind him with the Bell Mallet would produce a dual attack wave affecting both the physical body and the Divine Soul, and this type of attack was extremely hard to defend against, being a supreme weapon whether in single or group combat.

To master this Daoist Skill, he had been ringing the bell every morning for the past three years, experiencing the Conception of the bell.

During these three years, his roommates and neighbors never overslept, and even their cultivation progress was a bit faster than other Disciples, all thanks to him!

He hadn’t collected spiritual coins from them which was brotherly enough, yet these people still went to the Discipline Elder weekly to report on him, betraying his good intentions.

"So, take this move, a culmination of my three years of hard work!" Wu Cang covered his face with one hand, his tone cold, determined to present his most perfect self to the world.

But Wu Cang hadn’t heard the opposing side’s panicked pleas for mercy or concession. Did they not recognize this Daoist Skill that dominates among the Outer Disciples?

"Wow! Look!"

"Do we really have such a talented Disciple in our Outer Disciple section?"

"It’s pretty clear who’s the top among the Outer Disciples, right?"

Although the praise from below the stage was slightly delayed, as if there was a lag, Wu Cang still heard the voices that secretly delighted him.

Wu Cang secretly felt proud, he was set on entering the Inner Sect as the top Outer Disciple, then become a True Inheritor, and afterwards defeat that high and mighty woman!

"Wu Cang, Wu Cang, look at the other side, look at the other side!"

And an urgent shout from a buddy caught him off guard, had the other side conceded?

But when Wu Cang slowly opened his eyes, he was stupefied.

"Eh?"

The young girl in front of him held a longsword high with one hand, with the sword tip pointing directly at the sky, and immense Sword Intent surrounding the sword transforming into a great Big Sun Qingyang.

He knew this move, the starting stance of Green Sun Sword Technique, he could do it too. To be precise, who among the seated Outer Disciples couldn’t perform this beginner-level sword technique?

"Gulp."

Wu Cang stared blankly, his eyes fixed on the longsword in the young girl’s hand, subconsciously swallowing his saliva. His legs felt inexplicably weak and slightly shaky.

The immense light from above the girl enveloped Wu Cang, casting a very long shadow behind him, stretching out of the ring.

But even this shadow behind him was visibly trembling.

Normally, when performing the Green Sun Sword Technique, Spiritual Power would attach to the sword, forming the Big Sun Qingyang. However, normally, the glow of Qingyang on the sword would only cover about a meter, and even if performed by those Inner Sect Disciples, it would at most reach two to three meters.

But how many meters did the Qingyang glow in front of him cover?

A full forty meters! Are you kidding me? The entire platform is only about forty meters, a single sweep would attack the whole area? Running thirty-nine meters now wouldn’t be quick enough...

Clang—

Wu Cang’s spirit-concentrated Bell Mallet fell to the ground, and the Qingyao Floating Light Bell behind him scattered with the wind. He knew he had lost, terribly.

"I concede..."

No one laughed at Wu Cang. Most of the other Disciples nearly popped their eyeballs out upon seeing the forty meters long Green Sun Sword glow in Su Youyi’s hand.

It wasn’t that Wu Cang was too weak; it was that the opponent was too strong. The result would have been the same for almost anyone else present.

"Unheard of, truly unheard of!" The old officer was so scared he couldn’t speak clearly, just staring with eyes wide open, constantly exclaiming.

The other two attendants beside him were also utterly dumbfounded. The power of the Sword Technique itself was not considered significant by them; after all, it was only wielded by a Third Realm cultivator.

What truly shocked them was Su Youyi’s comprehension of the Sword Dao. Previously somewhat unfamiliar, she mastered it in just a few breaths, demonstrating a talent far surpassing that of ordinary cultivators.

"Can those True Inheritors’ freaks reach this level?" the middle-aged elder in a white robe asked, turning his head to the beautiful Daoist nun, whose junior is currently one of the True Inheritors of Purple Cloud Sect.

"Ordinary True Inheritors can’t compare to her," a calm voice said, yet it did not belong to anyone present.

"Greetings, Sect Leader!" The three attendants were not unfamiliar with this voice, and they promptly rose to their feet, respectfully bowing to the thin elderly man in a purple robe who appeared behind them at an unknown time.

"Hmm, this girl’s talent could even rival that of Li Xiuping," the elder said slowly, twisting his beard.

"Comparable to Li Xiuping?" The three attendants exchanged looks of disbelief and had to double-check each other’s reactions to confirm they hadn’t misheard.

"It just so happens that I need an apprentice, she’ll do."

The elder looked at Su Youyi, who was being held in Yu Gejing’s arms after stepping down, his face beaming with a smile. With this disciple, he wouldn’t have to worry about Old Li’s incessant bragging about his own junior’s extraordinary talent.

"Isn’t this a bit too hasty?" The three attendants wore expressions of hesitation.

Although everyone in the sect knew the Sect Leader of Purple Cloud liked to act unpredictably, promoting an Outer Disciple directly to the Sect Leader’s disciple seemed too rash indeed? The tone was as casual as adding an extra fish to dinner.

What about observation? Testing? What if she’s a spy sent by another sect?

"It’s fine, I have my judgment!" Zi Xuan gestured with his hands, gently reassuring the three attendants.

As the three attendants reluctantly returned to oversee the matches, Zi Xuan’s eyes sparkled with a glint of brilliance as he strolled with his hands behind his back.

Unlike other illusions in the Illusion Realm, his illusion was temporarily possessed by an external consciousness.

Taking Su Youyi as his disciple wasn’t an impulsive decision. Instead, he discovered an exceptionally secretive connection between this girl and the new Sect Master, who had not yet shown themselves.

If it wasn’t for the unusualness of the Big Cave Fetal Breath Lamp, even he wouldn’t have been able to detect this incredibly fine yet remarkably solid connection.

"So are these two siblings? Or fellow disciples? Perhaps Daoist partners?" Elder Zi speculated on a few possibilities, resolving that regardless of the outcome, he should take extra care of them here.

After all, the flow of time here differed from the outside world; learning more about the inheritance of Purple Cloud Sect here couldn’t hurt.

Moreover, this girl’s talent truly prompted him to consider taking her as a disciple. It’s a pity that his real self was dead, and she already had her own master.

After slightly interfering, Elder Zi’s true consciousness withdrew, planning to restore Purple Cloud Sect to its original state in the outside world and wait for the arrival of the new Sect Master.

Meanwhile, Liang Yi finally managed to fit the last piece of Array formation materials with trembling hands at Qingyue Secret Realm.

"Clap Clap Clap!"

Old man Orange grabbed two dried salty fish with his paws, giving Liang Yi a physical round of applause for his accomplishment.

"It took a week to repair; you’re too slow, meow." After applauding, Old Man Orange casually tossed the dried fish into his mouth, chewing briefly before swallowing, bones and all.

"I didn’t want it to be slow, who knew this stuff would get harder to fix the newer it is, shouldn’t newer parts be easier to fix?" Liang Yi collapsed exhausted on the lawn, looking up at the secret realm’s clear skies, feeling as if his body had been emptied over these seven days.

"I can’t wait to meet my junior sister, let’s go!" Liang Yi struggled to lift himself from the lawn, grabbing Old Man Orange by the scruff of his neck intending to toss him onto his shoulder.

But for the first time, he didn’t manage to pull it off...

The man and the cat, eyes locked, found themselves in an awkwardly familiar silence.

"I’m not fat, meow!" Old Man Orange saw the disdain in Liang Yi’s eyes and immediately grew agitated.

"Everyone knows what kind of cat you are, how many days have you been born? Being fat is being fat..." Liang Yi laughed while stroking the cat’s head, believing that correcting dishonest behavior in a child is something a qualified parent should do.

"You fart! It’s clearly you who’s weakened, I would never get fat, meow!" Old Man Orange retaliated by leaving a love mark with his paw on Liang Yi’s hand.

"Hiss, you really can get stronger just by eating, you even broke my defense." Liang Yi looked in surprise at the slowly fading red mark on his hand.

He wasn’t a masochist; he certainly didn’t willingly disable Qinglian Creation’s defense to let Old Man Orange scratch him.

So Old Man Orange’s claws were sharp enough, and perhaps it was time to trim them and see if he could make some money off them!

"This is called extraordinary talent, despite you being the handsomest in this world, without more effort, even your qualification to be my mount will be revoked, meow."

Old Man Orange strutted with his tail held high, pushing away Liang Yi’s hand and leaping onto his shoulder.

"Tsk, still say you’re not fat?" Liang Yi murmured, feeling the weight on his shoulder.

"What did you say, meow?" Old Man Orange’s claws, gleaming with a cold light, came close to Liang Yi’s face.

"Haha, just kidding, let’s go!" Liang Yi quickly rubbed Old Man Orange’s head, then stepped into the already activated Transmission Array, with both disappearing from Qingyue Secret Realm.

The newly repaired Transmission Array also collapsed at that moment, rendered completely beyond repair.

"Is it coming?" Elder Zi, who was directing cultivators in repairing the sect, suddenly looked up towards the Purple Cloud in the sky and murmured.