After the Demon Lord was Reborn, She Switched to a Master-Disciple Romance Script - Chapter 15

Zhu Jiyun changed the subject. “But even though I might wish for it, I know such good fortune won’t fall on me.”

To be precise, such things never happen to anyone.

Besides, what she thought in her past life was just that.

In this life, Zhu Jiyun had wavered for a moment, urged on by the System.

But the reason wasn’t any genuine admiration.

It was simply because she’d heard that Immortal Venerable Qingwu’s beauty was unparalleled in the world. If not for her overwhelming combat prowess, the title of “First Person of Cultivation” would likely refer to her looks rather than her cultivation rank.

No longer preoccupied with life-and-death matters, Zhu Jiyun had grown genuinely curious about Immortal Venerable Qingwu.

Adding to this, she’d never had the chance to meet the Immortal Venerable in either of her past lives.

A face whose beauty surpassed all others…

To never see it would be such a regret.

But there was no need to tell her Senior this.

After all, their relationship wasn’t yet close enough for such personal confessions.

Xun Juexue asked, “How can you be so sure you won’t have the chance?”

Zhu Jiyun turned to her with a smile. “I just know.”

How could she not know, having experienced it herself?

Xun Juexue remained silent.

Zhu Jiyun suddenly remembered something and asked, “Senior, you had to leave before you could tell me your name last time. I still don’t know what it is.”

Xun Juexue, unusually avoiding a direct answer, replied, “You’ll find out when the time comes.”

Zhu Jiyun looked puzzled. “When the time comes?”

Xun Juexue nodded. “Mm.”

Now that Zhu Jiyun had expressed her desire to become a disciple, Xun Juexue no longer worried.

When Zhu Jiyun formally became her disciple and saw her again, she would naturally learn her name.

For now, she would keep it a secret, a small surprise from a future master to her future disciple.

Thinking this, Xun Juexue sighed inwardly. She’ll be happy, right?

After all, she wants this too.

Zhu Jiyun had no idea what the person before her was thinking.

Since the other woman said it wasn’t the right time, she didn’t press the matter further.

As she watched Xun Juexue leave, she suddenly called out, “Senior, you’ve looked thinner each time I’ve seen you lately. Please take care of yourself!”

Xun Juexue paused.

“I will,” she replied.

Her heart warmed, and she suddenly realized her Junior Sister’s suggestion had been right all along.

Having a disciple really did make a difference.

Zhu Jiyun had no idea she’d already been secretly chosen by Immortal Venerable Qingwu.

She felt like the days had drifted by in a blur until the day of the Outer Sect Disciple Grand Competition finally arrived.

That morning, she, Ji Nianyan, and Xia Lianjiao went to the main plaza to draw their match assignments. The crowd was so thick they had to wait in line for quite a while before it was their turn.

After drawing their bamboo slips, Zhu Jiyun opened hers and saw the name written on it. She didn’t recognize it at all.

“I’m fighting this afternoon!” Xia Lianjiao exclaimed.

“Me too,” Ji Nianyan said. “I’m match fifteen. What about you guys?”

“I’m match five,” Xia Lianjiao replied.

Zhu Jiyun glanced down at her slip. “I think I’m the very last match this afternoon.”

There were only twenty matches scheduled for the afternoon, and her number was exactly twenty.

Tucking away her slip, Zhu Jiyun looked up and noticed a man in indigo robes standing nearby, studying her with his own slip in hand. When he saw her looking back, he couldn’t hide his delight and began whispering something to his companion.

Could this be her opponent?

Does he think he’s already won just because he’s facing me?

Xia Lianjiao tiptoed to get a better look, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. “Zhu Jiyun, he probably thinks you’re just a lazy layabout who does nothing but eat, drink, and have fun. He thinks beating you will be a piece of cake.”

Zhu Jiyun smiled. “Is that so? Let him keep thinking that.”

She enjoyed the easy life of a slacker, but she wasn’t foolish enough to stand there and let someone else win.

She had no desire to strive for things she didn’t have.

But she wasn’t about to let what she already possessed go to waste.

That afternoon, at six o’clock sharp, the twentieth match of the first round of the Outer Sect Disciple Grand Competition began.

Zhu Jiyun stood on the arena, clad in a crimson martial outfit, her expression impassive as she faced the man across from her, who was similarly dressed in combat attire.

Noticing her striking appearance, the man’s eyes drifted over her with a dismissive air. “Junior Sister Zhu,” he said lightly, “if you can’t keep up, just concede. I wouldn’t want my blade to accidentally injure you.”

As he spoke, his restless gaze continued to roam over her body.

Zhu Jiyun chuckled. “Enough talk. Let’s begin!”

With the whistle’s sharp blast, the match officially commenced.

Zhu Jiyun wasted no time. Someone like him wasn’t worth her effort.

She drew her sword with a whoosh and aimed for the most painful spots.

At first, the man managed to parry a few blows, but soon, faced with Zhu Jiyun’s relentless sword rain, he was utterly defenseless.

“Ouch… ouch!”

“Not the face! Not the face!”

Zhu Jiyun ignored him.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

A cruel smile curled her lips. “Still holding up?”

“No! No! Junior Sister Zhu, I surrender! I surrender!”

The man’s sword had already been knocked away, leaving him unarmed. He frantically alternated between covering his face and his body with his hands.

Clang!

The sound of her sword drowned out his cries of surrender.

Seizing the moment before the referee could react, Zhu Jiyun narrowed her eyes, channeled her qi, and darted forward. With a swift sweep of her left foot, she hooked his bulky body and sent him flying with a powerful kick.

“Ugh—”

The man, now bruised and swollen, was sent hurtling five meters beyond the arena.

“Match twenty: Zhu Jiyun wins!”

Ji Nianyan stared in stunned silence at the one-sided beating.

Xia Lianjiao’s eyes lit up. “That was awesome!”

It was the last match of the afternoon, and not many people had stayed to watch. But every man who saw Zhu Jiyun descend from the arena, sword in hand, and walk toward the stands couldn’t help but take a step back.

They didn’t even dare to glance at her.

The man who had fought her earlier had suffered such a brutal beating, left utterly defenseless, all because his eyes had wandered too much.

With his face bruised and swollen, he wouldn’t dare show his face in public for at least half a month.

Seeing the unconscious man’s mangled state after being flipped over, Ji Chengyu’s left cheek twitched involuntarily.

He approached and stopped ten meters away, calling out Xia Lianjiao’s name in a deep voice. “Jiaojiao, come here for a moment.”

Xia Lianjiao glanced at Zhu Jiyun before hurrying over to Ji Chengyu.

No one heard what Ji Chengyu said to her, but her expression shifted slightly, and she followed him away with a hint of displeasure.

Zhu Jiyun, unfazed by the interruption, left the arena with Ji Nianyan to have dinner.

The male and female leads were destined to be together, so their pairing felt perfectly natural.

The third day of the competition followed a gauntlet format.

At the front of the arena, the Qingmiao Sect’s most esteemed Elders sat in solemn judgment, with the Inner Sect disciples arranged below them.

The Sect Leader was absent today, but since this wasn’t the final round of the Grand Competition, his absence was understandable.

Zhu Jiyun’s gaze remained fixed on the arena, her eyes sharp and focused.

The matches today were far more thrilling than the previous two days.

As she watched another competitor stage a desperate comeback to defend the arena, Zhu Jiyun couldn’t help but join the crowd in cheering.

Ah, I just love these kinds of underdog stories!

However, the victor couldn’t maintain his momentum in the next round, collapsing from exhaustion.

Still, his two consecutive wins had secured his place in the third stage of the competition.

Just as Zhu Jiyun was thinking this, Ji Nianyan suddenly stood up and stepped forward, clearly intending to challenge the exhausted victor.

“Ji Nianyan, good luck!” Xia Lianjiao called out.

Zhu Jiyun shifted her posture, watching Ji Nianyan ascend the arena. “Their skills are pretty evenly matched,” she said. “Xiaoyan has a good chance of winning.”

She glanced sideways at Ji Chengyu. He was looking down, lost in thought, and she knew he’d given up on the challenge she’d refused that day.

Zhu Jiyun had been right all along.

On the platform, Ji Nianyan’s forehead was beaded with sweat. Her nerves were stretched taut as she finally spotted a weakness in her opponent’s defenses. She lunged forward with her sword and won the match.

Having won the first round, the second was no problem either.

Ji Nianyan fought until the fourth round, when exhaustion forced her to step down from the platform.

Her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she didn’t care. She grinned at the two of them, “I won! I did it!”

Xia Lianjiao was thrilled for her and ran over to give her a big hug.

Zhu Jiyun remained seated, watching with a smile. “Yes, you won.”

The matches continued, with fighters taking turns on the platform. The skill level of the competitors clearly increased with each round.

After Xia Lianjiao defended the platform four times and returned to her seat, Zhu Jiyun nodded slightly and watched a few more matches. When she realized only she and Ji Chengyu remained uncalled, she picked up her sword and stood.

The moment she moved, Ji Chengyu, who had been watching her intently, sprang to his feet. He tilted his head back, his eyes fixed on the platform without blinking.

Zhu Jiyun won her first match easily.

Then she saw Ji Chengyu, sword in hand, rise to his feet and stride coldly toward the arena.

His eyes were fixed on her, burning with malice.

Ji Chengyu curled his lips into a cold smile.

Zhu Jiyun, I’ll make you taste the bitterness of defeat!

Whoosh!

His sword flashed.

Understanding the malice in his eyes, Zhu Jiyun’s face remained expressionless. Inwardly, she thought wearily, Even if I want to be a lazy bum, seeing that annoying face still makes me want to kill him.

The murderous intent in her heart surged, intensifying with the whistle that signaled the start of the match. Zhu Jiyun gripped her sword and unleashed a ruthless attack.

Ji Chengyu showed no mercy either, each strike and parry brutal and merciless.

Zhu Jiyun flipped backward, evading the razor-sharp sword thrust, then pivoted on her toes with lightning speed. In an instant, the momentum shifted. Her sword swept forward like a charging army, a dark cloud blotting out the sun, forcing Ji Chengyu’s brows to furrow and his face to pale as frost.

Clang!

Ji Chengyu reacted swiftly, twisting his arm to block the strike.

His eyes widened in disbelief. It seemed only now did he realize Zhu Jiyun was far more formidable than he had imagined.

The sword wind whipped Zhu Jiyun’s dark hair. Her eyes flashed with fierce determination as the blade in her hand shifted with unpredictable speed. With a thwack, the sharp sword pierced Ji Chengyu’s left shoulder.

The blade withdrew, dripping crimson blood. Without pausing, Zhu Jiyun leaped into the air, twisting mid-air to evade an incoming attack.

A strand of hair on her right side was sliced off, falling to the ground.

A vivid red sword gash appeared on Zhu Jiyun’s right cheek.

Damn it! she cursed inwardly. This damn fate always favors its precious son!

Ji Chengyu’s combat experience was clearly no match for hers. Yet every time she pinned him down, on the verge of victory, he would evade her with impossibly awkward, illogical maneuvers!

Zhu Jiyun fought with increasing ferocity, her eyes growing colder and more ruthless.

At that moment, she saw not Ji Chengyu, but that unchanging, damned fate she had struggled against in vain.

Kill!

She gritted her teeth, veins bulging on her forehead. Ignoring the blood seeping from her wounds, she mustered the last of her strength. Raising her sword high, she swung down with all her might, the blade feeling as heavy as a mountain.

The sword’s light arced like a rainbow, slicing through the sky.

With a thunderous crash, the arena’s foundation collapsed.

Ji Chengyu was buried beneath the rubble.

The victor had been decided.

“Zhu Jiyun wins!”

Her steps faltered, then the tip of her sword plunged deep into the ground. Zhu Jiyun gripped the hilt tightly, using it to steady herself. Her back remained straight, her dark hair danced in the wind as she tilted her head back to gaze at the boundless, cloudless sky. A deep smile spread across her face.

She had won.

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