Chapter 53: The Arena Match

It seemed Ye Shiyuan did not dislike him the way he had imagined.

"Shiyuan, you’re not angry?"

Ye Shiyuan shook his head. "No. How could I be angry at Master?"

Although the corruption value was still there, Ye Shiyuan did not seem like someone who enjoyed lying. So he probably was not deceiving him.

"Shiyuan, I’m fine now. Go back and rest first. There’s a match later. When it’s time, we’ll come out and take you down the mountain."

Ye Shiyuan was gently pushed out of Bai He’s room and a trace of confusion passing through his eyes.

"I told you so. You were worrying for nothing," Mo Zhu finally spoke up at this moment.

"I was not worrying for nothing."

"Host, you really don’t need to be so concerned. Although in the original novel you didn’t have much interaction with the male protagonist, you were originally his love interest. Even if the author only briefly considered it, you were still one of the candidates for him. The male protagonist won’t dislike you that easily."

This counted as one of the very few small advantages Bai He possessed.

Bai He’s mood seemed to recover.

When the time came, he brought Ye Shiyuan down the mountain together.

Although Xu Feng followed Bai He as well, he did not have a match today.

Strictly speaking, he had already been eliminated.

Today, only eight participants remained.

They were divided into four groups for competition.

At most, someone would have to fight three matches to claim final victory.

Since the first match was not Ye Shiyuan’s, Bai He watched with an appreciative attitude.

In previous years, Lingguang Sect would always have at least two disciples remaining until the final day of competition.

But this year, there was only one left.

And he was not even the sect leader’s chief disciple.

However, in everyone’s heart, Ye Shiyuan was already the chief disciple of Lingguang Sect.

No one else had the qualifications.

In the second match, Ye Shiyuan stepped onto the stage.

But his first opponent was not Xue Yanming.

Instead, it was another disciple from the Qinghai Sect.

This disciple from Qinghai Sect was very young.

No one had seen him before.

It was said that he had been in the sect for less than a year, yet he was already representing Qinghai Sect in the competition and had advanced this far.

It was truly astonishing.

Even if he lost, everyone would still be filled with anticipation for his future.

When Ye Shiyuan stepped onto the arena, he remained as calm and composed as ever.

To him, it did not matter who stood across from him.

His only goal was to win this match.

The Qinghai Sect disciple name is Qing Wuxi.

When he saw Ye Shiyuan, he immediately held a Dark Radiance Sword in his hand tightly.

The Dark Radiance Sword also an excellent blade.

Although it could not compare to the Heavenly Sin Divine Sword, among all the disciples present, the gap between their weapons was the smallest.

Qing Wuxi had never crossed swords with Ye Shiyuan before, but he had heard of Ye Shiyuan’s reputation countless times.

His name was synonymous with absolute strength and unquestionable talent.

Every disciple wanted to surpass him.

He himself was no exception. To surpass him, to defeat him in front of everyone, that would be the greatest proof of his own worth.

Therefore, he launched the first attack without holding anything back.

The sword was the weapon most cultivators preferred.

Bai He had to admit that, on the arena, in terms of swordsmanship alone, the two were actually evenly matched.

That disciple named Qing Wuxi had reached this stage not because of luck, but because he truly possessed remarkable strength.

"Master, if I had trained for a year as well, I believe my strength would definitely be greater than his."

Xu Feng still felt that he had simply been born at the wrong time.

If only he had cultivated a little longer, then among the people standing there now, there would certainly be a place for him.

Bai He glanced at him but said nothing.

Silence did not mean disagreement.

As the second most powerful figure at the end of the original novel... if he lacked even this bit of talent and diligence, it would truly be a waste.

The match continued.

Ye Shiyuan’s swordsmanship was the result of years of relentless refinement and honed into something both exquisite and profound.

Even if Qing Wuxi could exchange moves with him at the beginning, as time passed, the advantage gradually became clear.

Qing Wuxi was indeed a rare genius.

But Ye Shiyuan was a genius as well.

The advantage in cultivation was not something that could be bridged without time spent training.

Reaching the exact same level without that accumulation was almost impossible.

All eyes could not help but focus on the two figures on the arena.

Because this was the most thrilling match seen in recent times.

Under a dazzling flurry of sword techniques, after the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Ye Shiyuan remained standing on the arena.

Qing Wuxi climbed up from the stage.

He did not say a single word.

He did not even glance at Ye Shiyuan before walking down.

This young man who had been praised by everyone since entering his sect had now lost.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, the outcome of this match did not truly matter.

But for Qing Wuxi, he simply could not accept such a result.

Ye Shiyuan slowly stepped down from the arena and walked to Bai He’s side.

Bai He’s expression was calm. "Shiyuan, are you tired?"

"Master, I’m not tired."

Xu Feng took out a few fruits from his storage ring. "Senior Brother, today is hard physical work for you. Eat some fruit, it can help replenish a bit of spiritual energy. You still have two matches left."

"Thank you."

After Xu Feng lost, he had always hoped that Ye Shiyuan would make it to the end.