After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 12

“I’m flying! I can fly!”

“Excellency, look quickly!”

Lin Xueqing was so happy he lost all sense of decorum. He flew wildly around the arena, not forgetting to show off to Ye Mingjing.

One couldn’t really blame him.

After all, he had lived the first twenty-odd years of his life in a world governed by scientific principles.

In the twenty-first century, how could a person possibly fly?

People could take airplanes to get far off the ground.

People could take high-speed rails to travel at hundreds of kilometers per hour.

People could even board spaceships to go into outer space.

But all of those involved using various tools.

Relying solely on oneself, it was impossible to fly.

But then again, who hasn’t had a few dreams of riding the clouds and mist as a child?

In any case, Lin Xueqing had.

And more than once.

Now that the scenes from his dreams had become reality, Lin Xueqing was beyond ecstatic. For a moment, he even forgot he was in the middle of a fight with Rong Yaowei on the stage. Within the narrow confines of the arena, he repeatedly took off, landed, took off, and landed again.

After repeating this two or three times.

He felt he could now fully control his spiritual power.

Thus, he happily looked toward the direction where Ye Mingjing was below the stage, hoping to receive his praise. After all, Ye Mingjing was the one who had just taught him how to sense and use spiritual power.

He had learned it.

And he had even applied it creatively!

Didn’t this deserve a word of praise from Ye Mingjing?

However, in response to Lin Xueqing’s extremely obvious look seeking validation, Ye Mingjing merely tilted his head slightly. Not only was there no praise, but there was even a clearly visible hint of disdain in his eyes.

Lin Xueqing: QAQ

The bystander Feng Ruyu couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “You’re killing me. You’re too funny, kid. To think that simply taking flight—something even those in the Qi Refining stage can do—could make you this happy.”

Lin Xueqing: “…”

Oh.

So people at the Qi Refining stage can already do this?

No wonder Ye Mingjing thought he was embarrassing and didn’t want to acknowledge him.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have been so excited so soon.

Fortunately, Lin Xueqing had the advantage of being thick-skinned. Even being mocked like this by everyone didn’t bother him. “I’m slow, so even a small achievement makes me happy.”

Feng Ruyu clapped. “Impressive, impressive!”

One truly had to admire this mindset.

But at this moment, Rong Yaowei had also reached the limit of his patience. “Lin Xueqing, have you played enough? Once you’re done, I’m going to make my move.”

Lin Xueqing reined in his smile slightly. “No one was stopping you from moving, was there?”

Rong Yaowei: “Heh, do you think just because someone gave you pointers, you can defeat me? How naive!”

Lin Xueqing: “I never said that.”

However…

It had to be admitted that after gaining control over spiritual power, dealing with Rong Yaowei was indeed a bit easier.

At least now, the two were standing on the same starting line.

Lin Xueqing could see Rong Yaowei’s movements clearly and could easily dodge his attacks.

Furthermore, when he condensed spiritual energy onto his fist, he could also smash a hole in the arena floor!

Although the hole was certainly not as large as the one Rong Yaowei had smashed earlier.

But who could understand!

Lin Xueqing had never dreamed his own fist could possess such great power.

Once again, he couldn’t help but show off.

Even though he knew this was insignificant to big shots like Ye Mingjing. Even though he knew he might look a bit foolish, he still couldn’t resist triumphantly raising his eyebrows at the crowd below while soaring through the air.

Of course, the first time is awkward, but the second time is familiar.

The crowd below was already used to his antics.

Feng Ruyu said, unable to suppress a smile, “This silly boy is really easily satisfied.”

Lin Hai was frustrated. “Good heavens, my cousin, what on earth are you so happy about! Even if you smash a hole, you still can’t beat him!”

Though Ye Mingjing remained silent.

His naturally cold phoenix eyes never left the boy on the stage.

“Lin Xueqing, stop hiding! Do you dare to take one of my moves head-on?”

Lin Xueqing continued to dodge while saying, “What nonsense are you talking? I’m not stupid.”

Given the difference in their cultivation levels.

If he truly tried to take a move head-on, he would be instantly defeated!

So Lin Xueqing could only keep dodging, and while dodging, he constantly sensed and utilized spiritual energy.

Once he got used to it, it felt very simple.

It was almost as natural as breathing.

But the situation was still not looking good.

Because soon, when Rong Yaowei realized that physical attacks wouldn’t yield a winner, he grew tired.

Seeming unwilling to play this “playing house” game any longer, he stopped his assault and let out a long sigh. “Enough.”

“?”

Lin Xueqing’s heart tightened.

Based on Lin Xueqing’s years of experience reading novels and watching anime, when a villain said something like that, it meant they were about to unleash an ultimate move.

Did Rong Yaowei have an ultimate move too?

The answer was yes.

Rong Yaowei certainly had one.

And his ultimate move was of a level that sufficed to shock even a Golden Core cultivator like Lin Hai.

“Originally, I planned to reveal this at the Dao Inquiry Assembly. My father said I was too young and still needed tempering. But today, Lin Xueqing, you have truly made me very angry.”

As Rong Yaowei spoke, he slowly extended his arm.

A moment later.

A bronze longsword appeared in his palm.

The people of the Pill Sect: “…!”

Lin Xueqing: “?”

“That’s it?”

Lin Xueqing didn’t understand. Wasn’t it just taking out a sword?

But Lin Hai, below the stage, grew anxious. “Cousin, run! This kid has actually been secretly practicing the art of sword control! You can’t beat him, run!”

No sooner said than done.

Before Lin Hai’s words had even faded, a silvery-white sword light slashed toward Lin Xueqing.

Even though Lin Xueqing quickly gathered spiritual power under his feet to leap into the air, a section of his sleeve was still sliced off by the sword light.

The cut on the sleeve was sharp and neat.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what would have happened if that strike had actually landed on Lin Xueqing’s body.

While breaking into a cold sweat, Lin Xueqing also belatedly realized why Rong Yaowei had suddenly seemed like a different person just by bringing out a sword.

“This is the reason why the Sword Sect is the leader among the nine sects. A sword’s attack range is vast and its power is immense, incomparable to other sects at the same level of strength.”

Lin Hai’s expression turned serious, and spiritual power began to silently condense in his palm.

He shouted sternly, “Rong Yaowei, I don’t know where you learned sword techniques, but today’s messing around ends here. You wouldn’t want to see our Lin and Rong families become enemies, would you?”

On the stage, Rong Yaowei laughed loudly. “So, does that mean Lin Xueqing is going to surrender?”

He clearly had the personality of someone who wouldn’t let others off easy after gaining the upper hand.

A one-hundred-percent pure bully.

Lin Hai knit his brows, unable to bear seeing Rong Yaowei use his cultivation level to bully his cousin. But just as he was about to step in and stop the nonsense, a cold voice came from beside him:

“No rush. He won’t die yet.”

Lin Hai: “…”

He won’t die, but what if he’s crippled!

Who would he hold accountable then?

Lin Hai wanted to say more, but at that moment, the situation on the stage changed again.

After bringing out the sword, Rong Yaowei’s power increased greatly. Successive waves of sword qi slashed toward Lin Xueqing. Lin Xueqing looked extremely disheveled, jumping and scurrying all over the arena.

Yet, strangely.

He didn’t get injured; at most, his clothes were torn in several places.

The two were stuck in a stalemate: one slashing wildly, the other running wildly, neither able to do anything to the other.

Finally, Rong Yaowei grew weary.

“Jumping around like a flea, it’s irritating to watch,” he said impatiently.

Lin Xueqing panted heavily. “So?”

“So, I’m going to finish you off in one go. Out of sight, out of mind,” Rong Yaowei said.

“Haha, I’m so scared.”

While Lin Xueqing mocked him, he was secretly calculating in his heart how to deal with the next attack.

He hadn’t been purely dodging just now.

Rather, while dodging, he was analyzing Rong Yaowei’s moves.

It was clear that Rong Yaowei’s sword technique indeed had terrifying killing power. But Lin Xueqing certainly wouldn’t forget a very classic line spoken by the great villain Ye Mingjing in the original book:

“Any sword technique has its flaws.”

Ye Mingjing was the youngest Sword Sovereign in history.

If his achievements in sword techniques were ranked second, then no one would dare claim first.

If even Ye Mingjing said so, and Rong Yaowei was merely a Foundation Building cultivator, how could his sword technique possibly be without flaws?

So just now, Lin Xueqing had been observing his flaws.

He had to admit that compared to Ye Mingjing, Lin Xueqing was still much worse in this regard. Ye Mingjing had eyes like a hawk; he only needed to exchange one move with anyone to accurately expose the opponent’s weakness.

Meanwhile, Lin Xueqing had taken ten of Rong Yaowei’s moves before making some minor discoveries.

“The sword rises to the nine heavens, transcending the mundane, heart condensing and mind moving, vast…”

Rong Yaowei chanted the sword mantra.

The crowd below was shocked.

“It’s actually the Nine Heavens Transcendent Sword Technique!”

“This… isn’t this the internal sword technique of the Sword Sect? How did Young Master Rong learn it?”

“It was probably given to him by Elder Rong!”

“Elder Rong is truly something. We are clearly disciples of the Pill Sect, yet he wants his son to practice the sword!”

“What’s so strange about that? If your child had the talent for the sword, would you not let them join the Sword Sect? Ultimately, pill cultivators are just pill refiners; they have no status in the cultivation world.”

“But… does Rong Yaowei even count as having talent?”

That remained an open question.

But at least currently on the stage, Rong Yaowei displayed a talent that was a level above Lin Xueqing’s.

Along with his mantra, everyone saw the bronze longsword that was originally in his hand rise into the air. It actually split into two, then two into four.

Lin Hai was stunned. “The third style?”

Rong Yaowei was gloating. “Correct, it is indeed the third style of the Nine Heavens Transcendent Sword Technique. Lin Xueqing, didn’t you love to hide? Let’s see where you can hide this time.”

As the words fell, just as the four longswords were about to split again into eight, and then sixteen.

Lin Xueqing moved.

This move was earth-shattering, just like Rong Yaowei’s unprecedented use of the third style.

Lin Xueqing’s speed was two or three times faster than before—so fast that even afterimages couldn’t be seen clearly.

Rong Yaowei and the onlookers all thought Lin Xueqing was scared, so he was using the last of his spiritual power to run away.

But the sword qi of the eight longswords was sweeping in like a mountain torrent. Where could he possibly run?

“Take this!”

Rong Yaowei shouted and struck with his sword.

As the words fell, the eight longswords transformed from sword qi vied with each other, like runaway horses charging toward Lin Xueqing’s position.

In the next second, a thunderous explosion occurred!

The sword qi descended.

The massive and sharp sword qi caused the very heavens and earth to change color, and the wooden arena collapsed completely.

But as the smoke cleared… Lin Xueqing was nowhere to be seen among the injured?

“Where is he?”

Rong Yaowei froze for a moment, and suddenly his back felt a bit cold.

He had actually realized the danger was coming, but Lin Xueqing attacked from behind him. Everything happened too fast; he had no time to react.

Then, BAM!

Lin Xueqing smashed a punch onto his face, swinging with the weight of a thousand thunders. “Idiot, the most dangerous place is also the safest. And has anyone told you that your sword control is still lacking? As long as you are controlling the swords, your own body cannot move.”

Rong Yaowei: “…”

He really wanted to say that his father had mentioned it.

It was just that he hadn’t had the time to practice further.

But he couldn’t say anything at all.

Because Lin Xueqing gave him no chance to resist. After the first punch landed, the second and third punches followed immediately.

Heavy punches packed with spiritual power.

All of them landed on his face.

“Also, you aren’t allowed to bully him.”

“No one is allowed to bully him.”

Left cheek, right cheek, chin, nose… finally, the disfigured Rong Yaowei spat out blood and was punched directly out of the arena’s boundaries.

The cultivator in charge of the arena made an immediate decision and shouted, “Lin Xueqing, wins!”

The match ended.

Lin Xueqing had taken this round, which had seemed impossible to win.