The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 79

Suddenly, Chu Fu saw something, and his pupils contracted sharply.

The North Sea Black Iron piece around Yan Jue’s neck abruptly detached, forming a huge sail in the sky.

The sail was a pale gold color, resembling the two wings of a flying dragon.

Yan Jue grasped the ends of the sail, adjusting its direction and angle, attempting to catch the side wind. She quickly felt the resistance lessen significantly, and walking became much smoother.

In an instant, the Flying Swallow Step was activated, and her figure turned into an afterimage in the air.

Yan Jue leaped up abruptly and shouted in mid-air “Myriad Swords Technique!”

A golden light flashed, and the two huge sails beside her immediately transformed into a small golden flying sword. The small flying sword instantly split into countless tiny swords, which flew towards Chu Fu.

Chu Fu’s eyes widened. He only managed to say half of the incantation: “Wind”

The strong wind greatly amplified the power of the Myriad Swords Technique. Countless tiny swords in the sky, using the power of the fierce wind, shot over and directly penetrated Chu Fu’s wind barrier.

Chu Fu violently flipped off the arena stage and rolled onto the ground.

The referee raised the flag. The match was over.

Yan Jue won.

A burst of cheers erupted from below the stage.

“I won! I bet on Yan Jue at the Emerald Altar yesterday, I’m going to make a fortune.”

“Maybe Yan Jue was really just misled by love. Look how she bounced back once she let go of her feelings for Chu Fu. It shows how misleading being in a relationship can be.”

Whispers and murmurs reached Chu Fu’s ears clearly.

Intense pain radiated from his wrist. Chu Fu subconsciously clenched his fist, and he could still hear the laughter of the onlookers.

“Haha, what a piece of trash. Even at the Fusion Realm, he’s still so vulnerable when facing others.”

“I thought he was supposed to be amazing.”

“He’s nothing special, just has a good face.”

Chu Fu clenched his fists tighter and tighter, feeling as if all the blood in his body was flowing backward.

An extremely dark and gloomy emotion spread through his chest cavity.

Everyone in this world was mocking him!

Chu Fu understood clearly: this was because he wasn’t strong enough.

He wasn’t strong enough to command fear.

That’s why these pigs dared to mock him like this.

Chu Fu suddenly saw something, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Yan Jue quickly descended from the stage and walked toward Qi Xianqing.

Qi Xianqing, in a black blue pleated skirt with scattered flowers, her ink black hair pinned up, lowered her gaze to look at Yan Jue.

Yan Jue said something to her. Qi Xianqing smiled slightly, looked away, and didn’t speak.

Even Qi Xianqing ignored him time and time again.

Chu Fu tensed his arm. Suddenly, black mist began to emanate from his body.

Wafts of black mist spread from the young man, gradually swirling into thick, heavy clouds around him.

In a flash, a golden net shot out from Chu Fu’s sleeve!

The golden net was semi-transparent, floating vaguely in the air and hard to see clearly. It shot toward Qi Xianqing in a flash.

Everyone was talking and laughing, but no one noticed Chu Fu’s actions.

However, Yan Jue immediately noticed a moment of pallor on Qi Xianqing’s face.

Qi Xianqing frowned slightly, suddenly feeling a dizzy spell, and raised a hand to support her forehead.

Yan Jue was stunned. Her gaze immediately turned alertly towards Chu Fu, and she noticed the semi-transparent golden net in the sky!

That golden net was like a huge cage, seemingly intended to capture Qi Xianqing!

This was a control type artifact that Yan Jue had seen in the original novel, but it was an artifact the male protagonist would only use after descending into demon hood!

Yan Jue snapped to a realization.

The male protagonist was descending into demon hood, and he wanted to take Qi Xianqing away!

Yan Jue’s face darkened. Her figure flashed, and she directly shielded Qi Xianqing. The next second, the Black Iron around her neck transformed into a dazzling golden flying sword in the air. The flying sword vibrated madly in the sky and flew straight towards Chu Fu, slamming fiercely into him.

Chu Fu rolled awkwardly on the ground, murmuring an incantation.

Yan Jue stepped forward, stomping her right foot violently onto the ground.

The small flying sword split into hundreds of pieces in the air, attacking Chu Fu simultaneously. Chu Fu raised his right hand, and a protective shield instantly appeared in front of him. He formed hand seals with both hands, and the speed of his incantation did not slow down.

At this point, even the slowest onlookers realized that something was wrong with Chu Fu.

But everyone only saw this as Chu Fu being unbalanced after losing the match and deliberately provoking Yan Jue, unaware of what Chu Fu was trying to do.

Yan Jue directly leaped over, first kicking Chu Fu, and then actually pressing him down beneath her!

The crowd let out a chorus of boos.

What the heck? Yan Jue beat up Chu Fu on the stage, and she wasn’t satisfied, so she had to assault him off stage too?

Women… are truly terrifying…

Yan Jue clenched both fists and punched Chu Fu in the face. In that instant, an even more crimson mark appeared on her hand, which was already blackened by the Heavenly Lightning.

Yan Jue gritted her teeth, her voice thick with the smell of blood: “Stop reciting it!”

Zhou Leng suddenly gasped: “Senior Sister.”

Qi Xianqing’s face was pale, her vision blurry. She managed to steady herself by leaning on Zhou Leng.

Qi Xianqing was only stunned for a few breaths. She immediately realized something was wrong, quickly recited the Peace of Mind Technique to stabilize her spirit, and her cold gaze turned towards Chu Fu. As if she had realized something, she slowly drew the sword from her back.

Yan Jue launched a flurry of punches and kicks, with both hard and soft force. She grabbed Chu Fu’s left hand, twisted it behind his back, and pressed down hard.

The sound of cracking bones could be heard in the air.

Chu Fu finally stopped his recitation and let out a scream: “You bitch, let go!”

But Yan Jue directly reached her right hand into his waist.

The onlookers watched in confusion, still not understanding what was happening. Why did she reach out and touch him?

Yan Jue restrained Chu Fu, rendering him immobile. She quickly pulled out something hard and cold from the silk pouch on his waist.

It was a wooden figure with a talisman stuck to it. Qi Xianqing’s name could be faintly seen written on it. A wave of nausea surged within Yan Jue.

Yan Jue viciously stomped the wooden figure to pieces. Inside, fragments of flesh and blood could be seen.

The black magic of the Demon Cult!

Suddenly, an electrifying sensation that made her scalp tingle surged from behind her.

The pale green long sword was unsheathed, instantly erupting with massive lightning. Qi Xianqing looked at the golden net in the sky with a cold expression. The Zhuying (Candle Shadow) sword flashed across the sky, and the net instantly tore into pieces.

Yan Jue couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was Qi Xianqing.

Chu Fu’s artifact was called the “Net of Heaven and Earth.” Although it was fragile, once a person entered the net without preparation, they would be utterly doomed.

Chu Fu was surrounded by thick black mist. The Demon Lord’s jade seal, given to him last night, vibrated violently, emitting bursts of red light. With the seal’s enhancement, his cultivation had greatly increased, already reaching the Fifth Realm level.

Chu Fu suddenly exerted force, violently shaking off Yan Jue’s hand. Yan Jue was thrown out by the immense spiritual power.

Chu Fu slowly walked towards Qi Xianqing, then saw Yan Jue flash back, blocking his path in front of Qi Xianqing.

Chu Fu spat out two words with a cold face: “Get out of the way.”

He didn’t know why, but the thoughts in his mind were clear and certain.

He was mocked and looked down upon, so he would take Qi Xianqing and flee far away! No one could stop him.

He had long been tired of the hypocritical faces of the righteous Immortal Sects. He wanted to join the Demon Cult. If that damned Demon Lord hadn’t stopped him, he probably would have descended into demon hood long ago.

His failure in today’s match only strengthened his resolve to leave the Five Dragons Sect!

In any case, he was also sick of the Demon Lord’s idiotic face. Even the Demon Lord shouldn’t think of stopping him.

Yan Jue stubbornly blocked Qi Xianqing, looking at Chu Fu with a grim expression.

Qi Xianqing looked at Yan Jue and couldn’t help but be stunned.

She suddenly recalled that day by the cold pond when she was attacked by the black python. That small, fiery-red fox had also blocked her path like this, its eyes determined and resolute.

It was the last match of the day, so there weren’t many people present.

At this moment, a streak of red light flashed across the sky.

An Elder in a red robe flew over. He also seemed to be only at the Fifth Realm level: “How dare you! How can a disciple of the Demon Gate act so presumptuously within the Five Dragons Sect!”

Golden light flashed in the Elder’s hand. He summoned a long, slender rope, intending to subdue Chu Fu.

Yan Jue suddenly remembered that she still had the Soul Binding Rope in her Qiankun Bag (Cosmic Bag). She could step forward and lend the Elder a hand. Just as she was about to summon it, a gust of wind surged beside her.

Yan Jue was startled. She saw Qi Xianqing’s figure flash, moving towards Chu Fu.

Yan Jue couldn’t help but sweat… Indeed, the Female Protagonist, this born killer, never needs protection.

Chu Fu was stunned. He saw the girl in the black-blue pleated skirt, with snow-white skin and a cold expression, rushing toward him. Chu Fu swallowed hard and subconsciously reached out a hand to Qi Xianqing: “Senior Sister, let us…”

He was overcome by a sudden surge of emotion and zeal…

Chu Fu’s hand was only half-extended when his entire body froze in place. Then he saw Qi Xianqing draw the long sword from her back, raise it, and bring it down, swinging it at him.

A streak of pale-green sword light flashed in the air, mixed with the power of thunder, assaulting Chu Fu.

That was a full-power strike from Qi Xianqing. Should he be careless and touch it, he would be instantly pulverized.

Chu Fu’s eyes were crimson, and his fists were tightly clenched.

He never thought that the girl he loved would one day… would one day stab her sword at him.

In an instant, Chu Fu’s body was split into four pieces by Zhuying.

A burst of black mist suddenly surged over there.

Chu Fu’s body reappeared there!

A Substitution! (Li Dai Tao Jiang – substituting a plum for a peach, a body double or a transfer of damage)

Chu Fu summoned his long sword in mid-air. He made a light leap and steadily stood on the sword: “One day, I will make all of you regret this!”

He quickly pulled something from his pouch and slapped it onto his forehead. A loud explosion suddenly erupted above his head, and everyone’s vision instantly went black.

Thick black smoke spread all around, and sounds of surprise rang out.

By the time the thick smoke cleared, Chu Fu had long vanished.

Because Chu Fu, the genius prospective disciple of the Water Cloud Sect, descended into demon hood during the Fifth Round of the competition, the entire sect was plunged into an emergency state of alert.

This matter was neither overwhelmingly huge nor trivial. Because no one was clear whether Chu Fu’s sudden descent was due to the deliberate seduction of a Demon Cult member or if he had gone astray due to an unstable Dao heart.

The Five Dragons Summit was temporarily suspended, and the disciples of the major sects who had come to observe and learn gradually returned.

The Elders gathered in the Golden Adamant Sect and held a meeting for two hours, but failed to reach a conclusion.

At the You hour (5-7 PM), at the Ice Spring Pavilion.

Qi Xianqing, dressed in a black blue pleated skirt and carrying her sword, walked into the courtyard with a poker face.

Beneath the lush spiritual plants, the Five Dragons Sect Master, Mu Zhongzi, stood with his hands behind his back.

As the sun set, his brows were like snow, his form resembling a slender crane. He possessed a distinctly immortal and dignified air.