"Ding! Detected gratitude from the Child of Destiny, Ye Qingtian. Rewarding the host with 2000 points."
"Ding! Detected possessiveness from the Child of Destiny, Ye Qingtian. Rewarding the host with 2000 points."
Chu Yan finally got points, but she felt like she had eaten chocolate-flavored dog food—no, wait, dog food-flavored chocolate.
Ye Qingtian stepped onto the stage and took a stance against Zhang Lang.
"Please begin."
Zhang Lang was speechless at Ye Qingtian's arrogant attitude.
Alright, he thought, I'll finish him quickly.
Zhang Lang let out a shout, and a faint golden light appeared around his body. Then, he raised his fist and charged at Ye Qingtian.
This was the fighting style of a Metal-attribute Cultivator: direct, like a war chariot charging forward.
Although Metal-attribute Cultivators were not known for speed, Zhang Lang's speed was still fast enough because he was in the ninth level of the Body Cultivation Realm. Within a second, Zhang Lang was in front of Ye Qingtian.
Then, he smashed his right fist towards Zhang Lang's shoulder.
But even at this point, Ye Qingtian showed no intention of defending or dodging.
"Is this guy really crazy?"
"Is he planning to get injured and then extort money?"
The onlookers were very surprised.
Just as Zhang Lang's fist was a fist's distance from Ye Qingtian's shoulder, Ye Qingtian moved. He extended his right hand and grabbed Zhang Lang's wrist.
"Overestimating himself," someone in the crowd said.
Indeed, facing a Metal-attribute Cultivator, daring to go head-to-head was foolish. The correct tactic was always to dodge and then look for an Opportunity to counterattack.
Zhang Lang's expression, however, changed. He felt as if Ye Qingtian's wrist was cast from bronze and iron, locking his own wrist in a death grip. When Zhang Lang tried to pull his hand back, he found he couldn't move it at all.
"No way, did Zhang Lang go easy on him?" Everyone was stunned again.
Only Elder Jin Nan stared intently at Ye Qingtian's hand, his gaze solemn. After some thought, he sighed softly, "It seems I misjudged him too."
And at this moment, Ye Qingtian struck again.
He extended his left foot and kicked Zhang Lang in the lower abdomen.
"Ugh—" Zhang Lang felt as if his lower abdomen had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he thought his stomach was about to split open.
Ye Qingtian let go, and Zhang Lang stumbled back a few steps, clutching his stomach, before collapsing to the ground.
"Elder Jin, can you announce the results of the match?"
"Yes, you passed." Jin Nan stood up, looking at Zhang Lang with regret. This kid was truly unlucky to have encountered such a monster.
Ye Qingtian looked at the surrounding people triumphantly, and the onlookers' eyes showed apprehension.
To easily defeat a ninth-level Body Cultivator with only a first-level Body Cultivation Realm. This Ye Qingtian's physical strength was truly formidable. Could this person be a Yao Beast Incarnation?
Ye Qingtian looked at Chu Yan again and smiled.
"Senior Sister, you see? This is my strength."
Chu Yan, however, turned and left.
"Ding! Detected the Child of Destiny's astonishment. Rewarding the host with 2000 points."
"Ding! Detected the Child of Destiny's disappointment. Rewarding the host with 2000 points."
Having been played by her ex-girlfriend for so long in her previous life, Chu Yan was now intimately familiar with the hot-and-cold tactic. Giving Ye Qingtian the cold shoulder just as he was feeling smug would undoubtedly leave him very disappointed.
Additionally, Chu Yan remembered something else. Among the Outer Sect Disciples helping to recruit new Disciples this time, one was Luo Xing's cousin.
It seemed Luo Xing would soon know about today's events. This Ye Qingtian would not have an easy time after entering the Outer Sect.
As Chu Yan walked back, the System suddenly spoke.
"Host, do you want to consume points to query Ye Qingtian's recent plot progression?"
"Yes."
Chu Yan knew that the Child of Destiny had many Opportunities. If she could predict them, she could intercept them in advance.
"Alright, consuming 100 points."
"Ye Qingtian's recent plot progression: Tomorrow, Ye Qingtian will wander around Qingmu Sect's trading area. At a Senior Brother's stall, a red-haired man in white clothes, he will buy a second-grade Mystical Skill scroll, and hidden within this scroll is a sixth-grade Mystical Skill—Ephemeral Step."
He truly was a Child of Destiny. A sixth-grade Mystical Skill was extremely rare in Qingmu Sect. As far as Chu Yan knew, only the Sect Master and a few deeply experienced Inner Sect Elders possessed sixth-grade Mystical Skills.
If Ye Qingtian learned Ephemeral Step, combined with his formidable physical strength, he would be like a tank capable of flexible movement.
She had to get her hands on this item.
Chu Yan immediately headed towards the trading area.
The trading area was very lively at this time, with many Disciples shouting loudly.
"A Senior Brother with red hair and white clothes."
Chu Yan searched for a while and finally identified the person. Then, she walked to his stall.
"Senior Sister, what would you like? I have some beast crystals I hunted during a mission a few days ago, and their quality is excellent." The red-haired man saw Chu Yan approach and immediately introduced his wares enthusiastically.
beast crystals were the equivalent of magic cores in other Xuanhuan novels.
Chu Yan didn't speak, only scanning the red-haired man's stall with her eyes.
Seeing this, the red-haired man also stopped talking, quietly waiting for Chu Yan to choose for herself.
Finally, she saw the second-grade Mystical Skill scroll. Chu Yan pointed her finger, "Let me see that item."
The scroll looked withered and yellow, emanating a decaying aura.
"Alright, Senior Sister, let me tell you, I found this in a certain ruin. Although its grade is a bit low, since it's an ancient item, it must be a very good Mystical Skill."
The red-haired man handed over the scroll, doing his best to promote it.
Chu Yan looked at it; the name of this second-grade Mystical Skill was very common—Fierce Tiger Fist.
Disappointment flickered in Chu Yan's eyes, and the red-haired man's gaze also became dejected.
He was foolish; such an ordinary Mystical Skill, this Senior Sister surely wouldn't be interested. His promotions were useless.
But Chu Yan immediately said, "Five hundred Spirit Stones. If you agree, I'll buy it."
Under normal circumstances, an ordinary second-grade Mystical Skill would be around a thousand Spirit Stones.
The red-haired man hesitated, "Senior Sister, that's too little, isn't it? Please add a bit more."
"Only five hundred, no more."
"Six hundred, how about six hundred?"
"Five hundred ten."
"Five hundred eighty."
"Five hundred fifty at most. If you don't sell, I'm leaving." Chu Yan put down the scroll and started to walk away.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait! Five hundred fifty it is."
The red-haired man compromised. This item had actually been in his possession for over a year, and no one had been willing to buy it. Selling it for five hundred fifty today was a profit. "
Chu Yan touched her spatial ring to the red-haired man's spatial ring, transferring five hundred fifty Spirit Stones, and then took the scroll.
She didn't rush off; instead, she looked around the trading area for a few more circles before heading towards her dorm room.
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Inner Sect, male Disciple dorm room.
Luo Xing's cousin, who had helped at the Outer Sect Disciple selection assembly earlier, stood beside Luo Xing and recounted the events of the day to him.
"You, Ye Qingtian, a toad wanting to eat swan meat."
