Second-Generation Immortal? Nothing Special!

Bai Zhirou nodded earnestly.

Although she had no idea what “Harry Potter” was supposed to mean, she completely agreed with Jiang Ye's words.

Taking a deep breath, Bai Zhirou raised her long sword once more.

“Wait! I yield! I surrender!!”

Opposite her, Lu Shaoyuan was scared out of his wits. He hastily raised both hands and screeched at the top of his cracking voice.

At this moment, he looked utterly wretched, resembling a beggar, with several sword marks marring his body and his clothes shredded into rags.

In particular, if that sixth wave of sword qi hadn't been blocked by the big tanuki leaping in to take the blow for him, he would already be gravely injured.

Right now, the big cat was lying flat on the ground with a deep, bone-exposing slash across its body, eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.

The Sword Peak disciples below the arena froze for a second before erupting into loud exclamations:

“So Senior Sister Bai's clumsy movements earlier were just her using this guy as a sandbag to practice her moves!”

“No wonder! Senior Sister Bai actually mastered up to the sixth sword of Nine Connected Clouds Sword so quickly?!”

“Isn't this way too absurd?! Each strike of the Nine Connected Clouds Sword doubles in power, but the difficulty of learning it ramps up exponentially! I've been studying it for half a year and can barely squeeze out four waves of sword qi. She's only been at it for a few days, and she's already on the sixth?!”

High above on Sword Peak's Dharma Boat.

Gu Qingxue gazed down at the arena below. Her gorgeous eyes flickered with admiration as she gave a slight nod. “Junior Sister Bai's talent in the Dao of the sword is truly terrifying. In just three days, she can easily unleash a sixth wave of sword qi.”

Beside her, Qi Linger munched on melon seeds and added, “Right, right! And did you guys notice? When Junior Sister Bai took a direct claw hit from that demon beast earlier, her skin didn't even break! It seems her body tempering has already reached the Copper Skin Realm!”

Gu Changqing stroked his chin, whispering gossipy rumors under his breath, “Our Junior Sister Bai is certainly no simple figure. The mental cultivation technique she uses alone isn't something an ordinary family could possess... Could she really be related to Master...?”

Before he could finish his sentence, two murderous gazes shot toward him.

Gu Changqing swallowed hard. His voice grew quieter and quieter until he obediently shut his mouth.

The format of the entire outer sect tournament was extremely simple, brutal, fast-paced, and ruthless.

Basically, as soon as a victor was decided on an arena, the winner's token would immediately fly out of their hands and back into the circular magic tool overhead to enter the next round of random matching.

For competitors who had just finished a match, the sect provided basic recovery pills so they could hurry up and meditate below the arena.

It was like a marathon elimination tournament of the cultivation world.

In the past, Sword Peak had been screwed over to death by this exact tournament setup.

Whenever people from the other two peaks encountered a Sword Peak disciple, even if they knew they couldn't win, they would toss out high-grade spells that consumed massive amounts of true qi like mad dogs—focusing entirely on “biting off half your mana bar even if I die.”

Bai Zhirou swallowed a Qi-Replenishing Pill and sat cross-legged on the Dharma Boat to recover her condition.

Half an hour later.

A token glowing with purple light shot out from the magic tool once again, landing steadily in front of her.

Bai Zhirou opened her eyes. From afar, she saw a red-robed woman already standing on the purple arena.

Carrying her long sword behind her back, the woman tilted her chin up proudly, striking a posture she deemed breathtakingly gorgeous.

Around the arena, quite a few Dao Mystic Peak disciples had already gathered, their voices echoing with all sorts of flattery:

“Isn't that Senior Sister Su Yingmei from our Dao Mystic Peak? She's truly so gorgeous!”

“Isn't she, though?! I heard Senior Sister Su is one of the top geniuses in our outer sect batch. Not only are her spells exquisite, but her figure is unmatched!”

On the surface, Su Yingmei looked up at the sky, posing as a cold, aloof beauty untainted by the mortal realm. In reality, her ears were pricked up higher than a rabbit's, listening intently to every single compliment around her, feeling utterly euphoric inside.

Listening to all this flattery, her chin tilted higher and higher, her neck almost breaking from the angle, practically using her nostrils to stare at the sun in the sky.

Just at that moment—

“Wow—!!”

“Gasp! Too beautiful! Is that Senior Sister Bai Zhirou from Sword Peak? How could there be such a pure and ethereal fairy in this world?!”

“Holy crap, compared to Senior Sister Bai, those mundane beauties on our peak don't even bear looking at!”

Accompanied by gasps of cold air, footsteps surged in like a tide, surrounding the arena so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through.

Su Yingmei's high-tilted neck stiffly lowered bit by bit.

She saw a woman in simple, elegant martial arts robes standing quietly on the arena, her face completely unadorned by makeup, yet exceptionally exquisite and refined.

Every single gaze in the audience seemed to be gripped by a magnet, glued firmly onto Bai Zhirou.

Su Yingmei clenched her fists instantly, her fingernails nearly digging into her palm.

Of course, she had heard the rumors about Bai Zhirou over the past few days.

At first, she had scoffed at them, thinking Bai Zhirou was merely a lucky girl who reaped the benefits of good lineage. With her own beauty and talent, she was certain she would surpass Bai Zhirou in the future.

But now...

She discovered that she was being completely crushed in the area she took the most pride in—her looks!

Bai Zhirou didn't notice the jealousy in the other girl's eyes. She twirled her sword gracefully into a flower and gave a polite, slight smile:

“Bai Zhirou of Sword Peak. Senior Sister, please guide me.”

Su Yingmei said nothing, her eyes sinister.

Today, in front of everyone, she was going to use absolute strength to ruthlessly crush this arrogant “second-generation immortal”!

Without any nonsense, Su Yingmei raised her hand and hurled a basin-sized fireball straight at Bai Zhirou's face with sinister ferocity!

As a genius of Dao Mystic Peak, her mastery of the Five Elements Scripture had reached perfection, and she could cast various elemental spells at her fingertips.

Bai Zhirou was startled by this explosive opening and felt utterly helpless.

She clearly hadn't offended her, had she? Why was this girl's temper like she'd swallowed gunpowder?

On the arena, Su Yingmei launched minor spells with reckless disregard for her true qi consumption.

“Water Bullet Technique!”

“Wood Vine Entanglement!”

“Chain Fireball!”

Colorful basic minor spells rained down frantically on Bai Zhirou like cheap, effortless fireworks.

Seeing Bai Zhirou forced to dodge clumsily across the arena by her spells, a wave of pleasure surged through Su Yingmei's heart, and she sneered inwardly:

Bai Zhirou calmly swung her sword, precisely slicing an incoming fireball in two!

Then, using the cover of the bursting firelight, she activated her Flowing Cloud Moon-Treading Steps, smoothly dodging the thorny vines sprouting from beneath her feet.

Now is the time!

Bai Zhirou's eyes sharpened as her long sword slashed out fiercely!

This time, she was very obedient and didn't stand in place shouting to cast Nine Connected Clouds Sword.

Without the chuunibyou cast time, the speed of releasing sword qi was more than twice as fast!