Chapter 28  The Saintess’ Teasing? This Woman is Fang Qingxue!

“Let it begin,” Su Ming said casually.

He appeared somewhat lazy, as if completely uninterested. At his words, the Feather-Transformation Daoist also stood up and officially announced the beginning of the sect’s grand competition.

Immediately, countless disciples surged into the arena. Each one was brimming with energy, charging forward with courage as the sounds of combat echoed endlessly.

Compared to past years, this sect competition was particularly intense. Everyone wanted to showcase their abilities. As a result, deadly techniques emerged one after another, divine powers were wielded with ease.

With each move they performed, their eyes would flicker toward the viewing platform—Hoping to be noticed and acknowledged by that great figure.

Even being glanced at by the son of the Demon Emperor, receiving a sliver of his favor—Whether pills, techniques, or divine powers—it would be enough for them to benefit endlessly.

Unfortunately, Su Ming’s attention clearly wasn’t on the platform. The battles between these disciples were too ordinary, most of them only in the Divine Sea Realm, mediocre in strength.

Worse yet, there were no fluctuations of destiny—clearly all insignificant characters.

“Emperor’s son, what are you thinking about?”

Qin Yingluo leaned in, her soft and cool hand peeling a juicy grape. She gently held it up to Su Ming’s lips, even letting her fingers lightly brush against them. Su Ming smacked his lips, glancing sideways at her.

Heh… This Saintess of Cangyun was getting bolder by the day.

“What I’m thinking?”

Su Ming’s tone was listless.

“You don’t seem like someone interested in this kind of low-level competition. I thought you’d refuse yesterday,” Qin Yingluo asked curiously.

Over the past few days, she felt she’d gotten to know Su Ming somewhat. He wasn’t one to waste time—everything he did had a purpose.

Despite his extravagant lifestyle, resembling a debauched son of the Demon Emperor. Every time she looked into his eyes, she saw clarity within. He clearly wasn’t lost in pleasure.

If not indulging, then he must have a reason to attend this competition. Little did she know—Su Ming had long lived under the shadow of fate’s chosen ones. He had no time to waste. Every moment of indulgence brought him closer to death. Thus, he always thought things through and seized every opportunity.

“Oh? Are you trying to guess my thoughts?”

Su Ming smiled, unfathomably.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Qin Yingluo’s expression changed, and she quickly lowered her head.

“Relax, no need to be so tense.”

Su Ming waved his hand.

This girl was clever and perceptive—he didn’t mind such people, as long as they were loyal. After all, what ruler would refuse the attention of a stunning woman who tried to understand and please him every day?

“But even if you say so, Yingluo is just a humble servant—her life and death lie in your hands, Emperor’s Son. How could I not be nervous?” Qin Yingluo said with aggrieved innocence.

“Heh… learning to tease me now?”

Su Ming lightly patted her waist. Qin Yingluo blushed and glanced around anxiously. But all the elders and sect masters nearby were focused on their own matters, not sparing them even a glance.

They were no fools. They knew exactly what they should and shouldn’t look at. Just then, a female contestant entered the arena. She held a cold-looking sword, striking with the speed of thunder.

Silvery lightning flickered as her divine powers clashed fiercely with her opponent. Just as the fight neared a stalemate, she let out a delicate shout. Her snow-white blade pointed to the heavens, summoning thunder and slashing down with a majestic strike.

This sword shattered her opponent’s artifact and divine skill in an instant—its power tremendous. A clean victory—over in less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

“Hm?”

“Who’s that?” Su Ming looked over and asked casually.

Upon hearing the question, the Feather-Transformation Daoist straightened with excitement. Moments ago, he had worried Su Ming wasn’t interested in any of the disciples.

Now that he had finally asked, his nerves eased a little.

“She is a direct disciple of the Divine Transformation Peak, named Fang Qingxue!”

“She has mastered one of our sect’s top ten divine abilities—’White Decree Thunder Sword’—with exceptional talent,” the Daoist quickly replied.

Fang?

Su Ming immediately caught on to the name. A woman of the Fang clan. With that kind of appearance, figure, and aura…

If she wasn’t related to that fated child Fang Yuhan, Su Ming wouldn’t believe it.

She’s quite talented, Su Ming mused to himself.

The Feather-Transformation Daoist’s eyes lit up, instantly grasping Su Ming’s meaning. Just as the fight ended, he stood and called out.

“Fang Qingxue, come to the viewing platform.”

The Daoist’s calm voice echoed through the arena. Fang Qingxue, just finishing her battle, froze slightly.

Was the sect master calling her to the main platform?

She looked over and saw the Demon Emperor’s son gazing at her—her face flushed with nervousness. Not daring to delay, she flew over at once.

“Fang Qingxue?”

“The Demon Emperor’s son took notice of her?”

“So enviable!”

On other viewing platforms, countless disciples looked on with jealousy. For the Daoist to call her by name, it clearly wasn’t his own idea—what had the Emperor’s son said?

To gain his favor was a blessing earned over several lifetimes. Who knew what fortune it might bring?

Envious eyes followed her every step—if only it had been their name instead. On Divine Transformation Peak’s viewing platform, Fang Yuhan’s face darkened.

“What the hell is Su Ming up to now?”

His heart filled with jealousy and anxiety.

Fang Qingxue should belong to me!

He had always believed that no one in the entire Feather-Transformation Sect was worthy of her—except him. But now Su Ming appeared, and even summoned her directly?

Fang Yuhan felt an increasing sense of crisis—and hatred toward Su Ming grew deeper.

“That damn son of the Demon Emperor… someday I’ll crush him beneath my feet!”

He clenched his fists, eyes full of murderous intent. Meanwhile, Fang Qingxue cautiously landed on the viewing platform.

The Feather-Transformation Daoist smiled and said, “Emperor’s son, Fang Qingxue is here.”

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