Longevity starts from having a daughter in old age

Luo Qingchen took a light step forward, her figure lightly floating from the crowd, and gently descended onto the stage.

“Is that the disciple from Lonely Sword Peak? She looks pretty good!”

Someone’s eyes gleamed, and they couldn’t help but praise.

“No matter how good she looks, she’ll still be beaten down, right?” Someone snorted disdainfully.

“I heard that two disciples from Lonely Sword Peak made it to the third round, even if they lose, it’s still a victory of sorts. After all, how many disciples do they have?”

“Idiot! Can’t you tell her age? I guess she must be nearing her thirties! If I were to cultivate for this long, I could be a champion!”

Someone continued with contempt.

“Oh! So that’s how it is!”

Amidst the crowd’s speculation, Bai Yingwu with her flowing white hair, one step at a time, ascended to the stage out of thin air.

“Go Sister Bai!”

“Victory to Sister Bai!”

Some disciples from the Sacrificial Sword Peak shouted loudly, but after a couple of shouts, with no one answering back, they quickly shut up out of embarrassment. Compared to Lu Baiyu and the others, Bai Yingwu was not as popular.

However, the discussion below was quite lively.

Obviously, many people knew her and had heard of her, even many of the older Foundation Establishment disciples were whispering to each other.

“Bai Yingwu’s talent is enough to rank her among the top ten disciples of this generation. Victory is inevitable, it’s just a matter of how many moves she’ll need!”

A Foundation Establishment male disciple with silver eyes, said with a careless smile.

“The competition hasn’t started yet, anything could happen!”

A ethereal beauty, surrounded by mist, unlike ordinary humans, responded in a calm voice.

“She is your sister, don’t tell me you think she will lose?” The silver-eyed man turned his head and laughed at the woman.

“I never judge events that have yet to happen. Furthermore, she is my cousin!” The woman’s tone remained calm.

“Ha ha! Isn’t it all the same! Anyway, I think your sister will definitely win. If you disagree, how about we make a bet!”

“I’m not interested! Besides, she is my cousin, a hundred years younger cousin!”

The ethereal woman’s eyes turned slightly cold, and the silver-eyed man deflected the subject with a laugh.

This woman is definitely beautiful, but she likes to nitpick too much, whoever marries her will be unlucky for life.

The silver-eyed man muttered to himself.

Aside from them, others were also discussing, this match was attracting a high level of attention.

“You’re no match for me, better surrender early! To avoid unnecessary injuries!”

Bai Yingwu on the stage said coldly, completely disregarding Luo Qingchen.

“You talk too much!”

Luo Qingchen responded lightly, her finger like a sword, she summoned her flying sword. It was a tier three flying sword with a lead-grey body, surrounded by white frost.

“Overconfident!”

Seeing what Luo Qingchen did, Bai Yingwu stopped being polite, with a flick of her sleeve, she also let out her own flying sword. This one was a semi­transparent icy-colored sword, with natural ice-cracking patterns all over it. Frost was floating around, covering even larger area than Luo Qingchen’s sword, but it still didn’t reach the level of a Spiritual Artifact.

The contest had regulations that prohibited the use of Magic Artifacts above tier four.

Both of them had ice-themed flying swords, it was a kind of coincidence.

“There is something wrong with this woman’s sword, I’m afraid Sister Luo is going to be at a disadvantage!” Shang YaoYao frowned and said. Then she shook her head sarcastically, “But in the end, whether she is at a disadvantage or not, she is still going to lose!”

Xu Mu didn’t respond, just watching Luo Qingchen on the stage, he felt that things wouldn’t be so simple.

He knew Luo Qingchen, although her character was tough, she was definitely not stupid.

Where does her confidence come from?

Xu Mu stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Li Heng watched Luo Qingchen on stage, his eyes flickering as if he knew something, but he didn’t say a word.

Boom!

The mellow sound of the bell rang out from the grand hall, marking the official start of the competition.

“Frost Shadow!”

Luo Qingchen took the first move. Under her control, the flying sword gently swayed and instantly split into dozens of sword shadows, shooting towards Bai Yingwu.

“Pocket tricks!”

Bai Yingwu’s sword technique divided into double the amount of sword shadows Bai Yingwu attacked Luo Qingchen with.

Thump, thump, thump!

The sword shadows of both parties collided, dispersing all the sword shadows thrown out by Luo Qingchen, while Bai Yingwu still had over a dozen sword shadows shooting towards her.

“Sister Luo just reached the Perfection of her Martial Method, while Bai Yingwu’s Martial Method has reached the Grandmaster Realm. Whether it’s the quality or quantity of Spiritual Power, both greatly exceed Sister Luo’s!” Shang YaoYao stated with a tense expression.

Her meaning was simple; no matter how you looked at it, Luo Qingchen was no match for Bai Yingwu.

So, she really didn’t understand what Luo Qingchen was still persisting for?

Xu Mu and Li Heng both remained silent, just quietly watching the stage, making Shang YaoYao seem like she was talking to herself.

“Ice Shield!”

Facing the attacking sword shadows, Luo Qingchen quickly cast a spell, condensing solid ice shields out of thin air for resistance, while simultaneously trying to recall her flying sword.

“Humph! Too late!”

Bai Yingwu sneered, controlling her own flying sword to tightly bind Luo Qingchen’s, making it impossible for it to escape.

The sword shadows on the other side had already collided with the ice shields.

Crack! Crack!

The ice shields were shattered by the sword shadows, turning into a shower of ice crystals. At the same time, the energy of the sword shadows was greatly weakened, allowing Luo Qingchen to narrowly dodge them.

However, due to the distraction of defending herself from the sword shadows, Luo Qingchen’s attention was divided, and the flying sword was being fought back and looked utterly defeated.

“The disparity is even huge in just sword fighting, what the hell is Sister Luo doing?”

Shang YaoYao said impatiently.

Ding! Ding!

After resolving the danger of the sword shadows, Luo Qingchen finally had more energy to control the flying sword, but the disparity was still significant.

Roar!

Bai Yingwu controlled her flying sword to transform into a seemingly physical ice dragon which wrapped around Luo Qingchen’s flying sword. Every time the trapped flying sword tried to struggle, it was knocked back with greater force, producing pitiful and helpless wails.

The contrast between the easygoing Bai Yingwu and the tense Luo Qingchen, both casting sword techniques, was clear to see – even a layman could tell.

Shang YaoYao couldn’t help but hold her forehead, unable to comprehend Luo Qingchen’s persistence.

Boom!

After another collision, the spiritual light of Luo Qingchen’s flying sword dimmed, and it was severely damaged.

“If Sister Luo still doesn’t give up, is she planning to sacrifice her flying sword?”

As far as she knew, the most valuable thing Luo Qingchen had was this tier three flying sword made from Deep Sea Cold Iron.

Sacrificing such a precious flying sword for a fight that she had no chance of winning was absolutely not worth it.

“Stop talking nonsense, sister should be making her move now!” Xu Mu said indifferently.

Li Heng shot Xu Mu a surprised look, unsure of how he would know.

“Make a move? What move, does she still have…hiss!”

Suddenly, Shang YaoYao’s eyes widened and she inhaled sharply – genuine cold air.

Luo Qingchen on the field cast some secret skill, her temperament rapidly changing as if from a living person to an ice sculpture.

“She’s awakening her Bloodline!”