After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 34

A blade of light sliced through the gust of wind, and the “Lightning and Thunder” talisman within it was shredded.

Xue Qingshu turned around and pulled Yu Yuan back to the center of the lotus pedestal.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

Yu Yuan regained her composure, met her gaze, and shook her head. “I’m fine.”

Xue Qingshu: “Let’s go then.”

As soon as she spoke, the three people in the mystic realm simultaneously vanished from the lotus pedestal.

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Aftermath of the Match

Back on the Four Directions Stage, Yu Qinzhong and the elders immediately crowded around.

“A’Yuan, are you alright?”

Yu Qinzhong circled Yu Yuan several times, carefully checking her from top to bottom. Only after confirming she had no injuries did he finally let out a sigh of relief.

“A’Yuan, you truly scared your father to death.” Yu Qinzhong’s face was pale.

Seeing his reaction, Yu Yuan was puzzled. “Father, doesn’t any injury sustained in the mystic realm disappear? Why were you so frightened?”

Beside them, Xue Qingshu offered a concise explanation. “The mystic realm was tampered with. The protection mechanism set up by the Administrative Hall was broken.”

Yu Yuan: ?!

The protection mechanism was broken?!

That meant if she had actually been hit by the “Lightning and Thunder” talisman just now, wouldn’t she have been completely eliminated… permanently!

A chill ran down Yu Yuan’s spine.

She then remembered Qin Beilu.

“Where is Senior Sister? Is Senior Sister alright?” Yu Yuan looked for Qin Beilu in the crowd.

“I am fine.” Qin Beilu walked out from the group.

“Senior Sister, I’m sorry. I almost hurt you just now,” Yu Yuan lowered her head to apologize to Qin Beilu.

Originally, the “Lightning and Thunder” talisman was meant for Qin Beilu.

If it hadn’t been for that gust of wind, Yu Yuan didn’t dare imagine what would have happened to Qin Beilu.

Even though she knew that the wind was intentionally conjured by someone.

And, in fact, the person who created the wind and the person who broke the protection mechanism were most likely the same person, and their target was specifically her.

“Junior Sister, this has nothing to do with you.”

Qin Beilu patted Yu Yuan’s shoulder and then turned to Yu Qinzhong.

“Master, that gust of wind originated from behind me, but even before the wind began, I clearly sensed a spiritual energy fluctuation above the realm. Therefore, I believe that by using a tracking spell on the residual spiritual energy above the realm, we should be able to quickly find the person who intends to harm Junior Sister.”

Yu Qinzhong nodded upon hearing this. “Beilu is right. We’ll proceed as you suggested.”

With that, he signaled to an elder behind him with his eyes.

The elder understood, left the Four Directions Stage, and hurried off to seal the mystic realm where Yu Yuan and Qin Beilu had competed.

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Yu Yan’s Match:

The matches in the other three mystic realms were still continuing.

After discussing the matter concerning Yu Yuan and Qin Beilu, Yu Qinzhong and the elders prepared to return to watching the competition.

As for the two of them, they stepped down from the Four Directions Stage one after the other, found seats in the audience area, and sat down.

The spectral screen in front of them happened to be projecting the mystic realm where Yu Yan was competing.

In the small realm, emerald bamboo stood tall. Two lotus pedestals were suspended precariously on two slender bamboo stalks, looking quite shaky.

Yu Yan held a slender bamboo branch in her hand. Its sparse leaves made it look like a vibrant green whip.

“You have one move left. Hurry up and use it,” Yu Yan said.

Outside the realm, the baffled Yu Yuan and Qin Beilu exchanged glances, wanting to ask the person next to them, but both felt awkward doing so.

Fortunately, the person behind them was the unofficial commentator for their section of the audience.

“The Second Young Sect Master has already let that Outer Sect disciple have two moves. After this last move, the match should be over.”

“Sigh, I was hoping to see a surprise comeback from the Outer Sect disciple, but the Second Young Sect Master hasn’t even fully attacked yet, and that guy is already gasping for breath.”

“Well, that’s how it is. He’s just an Outer Sect disciple, after all. A legendary comeback is something to hear about, not something to take seriously, not something to take seriously at all.”

Yu Yuan: …

Xue Qingshu: …

Letting the opponent have three moves… that was quite insulting.

But it was perfectly in line with Yu Yan’s thought process.

Before the competition, Yu Qinzhong had gathered his own and several elders’ core disciples and instructed them: If you face an Inner Sect disciple, go easy on them; if you face an Outer Sect disciple, go very easy on them.

Yu Yan’s understanding of “go very easy on them” must have translated to letting them have three moves.

At the same time, Yu Qinzhong’s face on the Four Directions Stage also darkened.

He was just discussing how to rule on Yu Yuan and Qin Beilu’s match, but now, he was intently staring at the spectral screen, afraid that Yu Yan would do something else to hurt someone’s dignity.

Inside the mystic realm, Yu Yan was oblivious to what was happening outside.

She casually swung the bamboo branch, already wanting to sit down cross-legged.

However, her father had once said: “When competing against others, never be careless.”

So, she dared not slack off and could only stare intently at Wei Haoran, waiting for his next move.

She waited and waited, but Wei Haoran didn’t move an inch.

Was this a “the enemy doesn’t move, I don’t move” strategy?

Yu Yan was confused. Wasn’t she still letting him have his turn?

Her apricot eyes narrowed, as if she intended to burn a hole through Wei Haoran with her gaze.

Wei Haoran also noticed Yu Yan’s stare.

His fingertip pressed harder, slightly sinking into the hole of his bamboo flute. He steadied his mind and told himself: He absolutely could not miss this opportunity.

What an honor it would be to defeat a core disciple who was also the Young Sect Master!

He absolutely couldn’t let others look down on him.

His mind settled, Wei Haoran parted his thin lips, put the flute to them, and began to play.

The clear, drawn-out sound of the flute rose. The bamboo forest swayed violently, and immediately, overwhelming sound blades flew out from between the bamboo leaves on all sides, heading toward Yu Yan.

This was Wei Haoran’s trump card.

Yu Yan glanced sideways at the sound blades, then her body flickered, and she brandished the bamboo branch in her hand.

Her movement technique was incredibly fast.

Wei Haoran and most of the people outside the spectral screen didn’t even catch Yu Yan’s afterimage before the sound blades were shattered in mid-air, making a series of crisp snapping sounds.

The sound blades were completely destroyed.

Yu Yan stood still again on the lotus pedestal.

She met Wei Haoran’s eyes and, being brutally honest, said:

“Why do you only learn flashy techniques? Your bamboo flute playing is beautiful, but the sound blades are so weak. How are you supposed to fight an enemy? In the sect, people will go easy on you, but outside the sect, you’ll be at a disadvantage.”

With that, she flipped her hand, sent the bamboo branch flying, and it pierced straight through the bamboo flute in Wei Haoran’s hand.

A crack formed on the flute.

Wei Haoran’s face was a little strained. “Young Sect Master, do not insult a poor youth!” he yelled.

Outside the mystic realm, Yu Yuan heard this phrase and furiously pressed her lips together, trying to keep her uncontrollably twitching smile down.

But her shoulders were still shaking.

Inside the realm, Yu Yan didn’t find the comment funny.

She merely replied, puzzled, “Youth? You must be sixty or seventy years old, and still at the Foundation Establishment stage. How can you be considered a youth?”

The Foundation Establishment stage had a lifespan of over two hundred years. Compared to that, sixty or seventy years old was indeed no longer considered a youth.

Wei Haoran only realized his slip of the tongue after Yu Yan pointed it out.

His face turned ashen, and he had nothing to say.

Yu Yan didn’t care and continued to twist the knife. “Besides, I’m only twenty this year. Compared to you, I am the one who counts as a youth.”

Yu Qinzhong on the Four Directions Stage: .

Qin Beilu in the audience: ……..

And the personally attacked Wei Haoran: ……

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

His eyes darkened. He condensed a new bamboo flute in his hand. A chilling wind gusted behind him, and the previously cloudless sky above his head gathered a massive dark cloud from nowhere, clearly setting the stage for a dramatic power-up.

In the audience, Yu Yuan saw this and couldn’t help but feel nervous for Yu Yan.

This is the male lead, after all. If he powers up….

Before Yu Yuan could finish her thought, she saw Yu Yan leisurely snap a few bamboo branches from the bamboo stalks behind her. Then, with a few swoosh-swoosh-swoosh sounds, she first destroyed the bamboo flute Wei Haoran had condensed.

Then, she used the bamboo branches to stab the lotus pedestal beneath Wei Haoran’s feet, one by one. This terrified him, forcing him to retreat step by step until he ultimately fell off the pedestal in a state of disarray.

As for the chilling wind and the dark clouds, Yu Yan merely shook the bamboo branches in her hand, and they obediently retreated.

Finally, she was done dealing with this long-winded Outer Sect disciple.

Yu Yan clapped her hands, thinking, “I went easy on him this much. The old man shouldn’t complain about me now.”

Yu Qinzhong on the Four Directions Stage: .

He stopped looking at Yu Yan and turned to the elder who had just returned from the Water Spirit Pond Mystic Realm.

“Did you find anything?” he asked.

The elder shook her head. “Sect Master, the spiritual energy Qin Beilu spoke of is not in the Water Spirit Pond Mystic Realm.”

Yu Qinzhong: “…I understand. You may go.”

The elder nodded.

Just as she was about to leave, Yu Qinzhong called her back. “Yunting, it will be hard work, but I’ll need you to accompany those children on their trip to the Hehuan Sect this time.”

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