Chapter 569 - 192: Fame Spreads in Jintai Prefecture, Miss Jinlian’s Thoughts

When the surrounding disciples heard this, their gazes toward Yang Jing filled with even more envy and admiration.

To most disciples, the Yunqiao Jade Marrow was a treasure that existed only in legends. They didn’t even fully understand its specific effects, knowing only that it was a supreme treasure capable of cleansing one’s meridians and enhancing the purity of their Inner Qi.

As for how effective a Level B Training Room was, even if the disciples hadn’t experienced it firsthand, they had all heard the rumors.

Thanks to the Exotic Beast Musk Aroma, the concentration of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi inside was more than three times that of a Level C Training Room.

A single day of cultivation inside was equivalent to ten days outside. Such conditions were enough to make countless disciples flock to it.

...

While the crowd was still buzzing, Steward Xue stepped onto the fighting ring once more.

He held a new ranking list, his steady gaze sweeping over the thousands of disciples in Fushan Square, as well as the scions of the great families from the Prefecture City. The once-raucous square fell silent in an instant.

Steward Xue activated his Inner Qi and, without even glancing at the list in his hand, announced in a clear voice, "The rankings for this round are as follows:

First place, Chu Yunhai of Celestial Derivation Peak!

Second place, Yang Jing of Lingxi Peak!

Third place, Bai Ziyu of Thunder Peak!"

As his voice faded, a thunderous cheer erupted from the square once again.

Steward Xue raised a hand to quiet the crowd. Once they had settled, he continued, "In tomorrow’s semi-finals, Yang Jing of Lingxi Peak will face Bai Ziyu of Thunder Peak. The winner will advance to the final battle against Chu Yunhai of Celestial Derivation Peak to determine the champion of this Fushan Grand Competition!"

Having said his piece, Steward Xue took the list, turned, and walked off the ring.

With that, the sixth round of the Fushan Grand Competition came to a complete close.

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「Fushan Square.」

The disciples from the various peaks began to leave in groups. The family delegations who had come from the Prefecture City to watch also departed in an orderly fashion.

As they walked, everyone was still excitedly discussing the day’s matches.

The moment Yang Jing had unleashed his true strength and crushed Lu Shaohua with overwhelming force, in particular, had left an incredibly deep impression on them all.

Standing amid the crowd, Yang Jing smiled and responded to each of his fellow disciples who came to congratulate him, all the while scanning the throng for Sun Ningxiang, ready to meet up with her and head back together.

Just then, a tall figure slowly approached.

The newcomer wore a plain white robe, their posture erect and their aura cool and detached. It was none other than the Senior Sister of Lingxi Peak, Si Jiawen.

Seeing her, the surrounding disciples of Lingxi Peak quickly wiped the smiles from their faces, bowed respectfully, and called out in unison, "Greetings, Senior Sister!"

Hearing the commotion, Yang Jing turned around. The moment he saw Si Jiawen, he also bowed and said in a clear voice, "Greetings, Senior Sister."

Si Jiawen strode up to Yang Jing, a rare, genuine smile gracing her usually cool and indifferent face.

She looked Yang Jing up and down, her eyes filled with approval. "When I saw you yesterday, I was still worried about your match today. I was afraid you wouldn’t be a match for Lu Shaohua. I never expected you to have hidden your strength so well. To think you could defeat him so easily... Very good. I’m very pleased."

Yang Jing looked at his Senior Sister, Si Jiawen, his expression relaxing into a smile. "I’m just glad I didn’t disappoint you, Senior Sister."

Si Jiawen chuckled and shook her head, a teasing glint in her eyes and a lighthearted tone in her voice. "You know, you’re incredibly proud deep down, yet you insist on putting on this false show of humility. It’s just awkward to watch."

Yang Jing could only shake his head with a wry smile. She had hit the nail on the head. He had never been one for ostentation, but he did possess a stubborn pride that refused to accept defeat.

Si Jiawen stared at Yang Jing, then her tone shifted abruptly. With a wry smile, she said, "You’re so strong, and you’re improving so quickly. At this rate, I’m afraid you’re going to take my place. We’ll have to start calling you ’Senior Brother’ of Lingxi Peak soon."

Hearing this, Yang Jing quickly waved his hands. "Senior Sister, I would never dare to think such a thing. You’ve been the pillar of Lingxi Peak for so many years, and your prestige is immense. I still have a long way to go."

Si Jiawen snorted softly, raising her chin slightly. A faint smile played on her lips. "Good, you know your place. But it’s not a question of whether you dare, it’s a question of whether you’re able. You may have some strength now, enough to beat Lu Shaohua, but compared to me, you still have a long, long way to go."

Seeing his Senior Sister acting in such a rare, playful manner, Yang Jing gave a helpless, wry smile and nodded along. "You’re right, Senior Sister. I will have much to learn from you in the future."

Si Jiawen finally nodded, satisfied. Her expression turned serious, and her tone grew formal. "At the next peak lecture, you should take the stage and speak to the disciples. Your current strength already surpasses that of most of the Stewards on our peak. Plus, having gone through so many intense battles, I’m sure you can offer those disciples a great deal of insight."

Yang Jing did not refuse, replying solemnly, "Yes, Senior Sister."

After this brief exchange, the Lingxi Peak disciples who had been gathered nearby began to disperse, heading back to Lingxi Peak in groups.

After bidding farewell to Si Jiawen, Yang Jing turned and walked in the direction he had last seen Sun Ningxiang, his expression softening.

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「Meanwhile.」

On a bluestone path leading to the Main Peak, Cao Zhen, the Sect Leader of Xuanzhen Sect, and Chief Elder Ouyang Jingxuan were strolling at a leisurely pace.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast down upon them, stretching their shadows long.

Any disciple they encountered along the path would respectfully stop, bow, and salute.

Cao Zhen stroked the short beard on his chin, a smile touching his lips as he spoke with a tone of deep feeling, "I truly didn’t expect this. The returns from this Fushan Grand Competition are even greater than I anticipated. For a big fish like Yang Jing to emerge... he certainly hid himself well."