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Xuanming had been spotted frequently at the library lately, and it was truly impressive how hard he was working. Meanwhile, the rest of them had never even set foot in that vast treasure trove of knowledge, wasting such a valuable resource.
The Harmony Society was holding a meeting tomorrow to discuss who would help Yi Dong capture spirit beasts for Xiazhi, as well as preparations for the Outer Academy Martial Arts Exhibition four months from now. At that moment, the senior sister Gu Ping was used as an example for everyone to follow, though little did they know she had her own motives for visiting the library.
Junior Brother Tian Zai was in the library, reading books that probably had nothing to do with cultivation. Zhang Qian had approached Gu Ping from behind and adjusted his monocle, glancing at the biographies, supernatural tales, and geographical texts. He thought only ordinary people would be interested in such things, unaware that Junior Brother had a keen interest in them.
Zhang Qian chuckled, saying that reading more books could only be beneficial. Gu Ping smiled in agreement.
However, Junior Brother had read some of those books too; they mostly revolved around two factions. Was he mistaken in his assumptions?
Zhang Qian cast a puzzled look at Gu Ping, their eyes meeting. They were completely oblivious to what the senior sister was discussing with others. The spiritual energy around them began to stir, causing a commotion among those nearby who started to move away, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.
"What are you two doing?"
The senior sister's shout broke the tension between them.
Junior Brother wanted to ask for help from Sister Summer Solstice to catch spirit beasts. He hoped Junior Brother would cultivate for a few more months in the Outer Court so he could excel at the Outer Academy Martial Arts Exhibition and secure a promotion to True Disciple. It seemed Junior Brother felt uneasy about this.
Gu Ping glanced at Zhang Qian. Although she couldn't be sure what he knew, there was no doubt he belonged to the Light Path Classic faction and was secretly observing her. At that moment, he was clearly trying to win her over, hoping to gain a favor from her. Someone like him knew that ordinary connections wouldn’t be enough to sway Gu Ping, so he sought every opportunity to ingratiate himself with her. As this happened repeatedly, Gu Ping found it increasingly difficult to refuse him.
In that case, they would have a chance to compete against each other; whoever won would have their way.
Upon hearing the senior sister's words, Zhang Qian looked at her in surprise. He initially thought she would only scold him a bit but didn’t expect her to actually suggest that he compete with Xuanming. This was beyond his expectations. Zhang Qian touched his leg where he held onto the jade slip and then looked over at Gu Ping.
"Senior Brother, please," Gu Ping gestured towards the flat ground beside him, eager to see what Zhang Qian's true strength was like. As one of the few individuals in the True Disciple ranks who could instill fear in someone like Qin Jun, who was on the verge of a breakthrough, Zhang Qian must possess formidable power. After all, he had already surpassed the Golden Core Stage.
"Junior Brother, please."
After exchanging names, they stood on the open ground, which was a customary formality in Mok Ming Academy before engaging in combat. It was customary to announce one's name before a fight.
Fifteenth generation disciple of the academy, Xuanming.
Thirty-first generation disciple of the academy, Zhang Qian, known as Qianling.
Once they had introduced themselves, neither made an immediate move to attack. Instead, they both exerted their pressure on Mistake, attempting to force him into action first. It was often the case that the one who moved first not only faced a slight disadvantage in momentum but also risked revealing flaws through unnecessary movements. Such superfluous actions could determine the outcome of a battle, so neither was willing to yield at this moment.
Seconds ticked by as their accumulated pressure became unbearable for ordinary Outer Sect Disciples. Some began to retreat involuntarily, stepping back with each passing second. A minute passed; although they remained locked in a standoff, the overwhelming aura created an oppressive atmosphere around Liuzhu Peak.
At that moment, even ordinary True Disciples like Chong Lou began to feel an unshakeable urge to retreat. Everyone understood that the two standing in the clearing were like arrows drawn taut on a bowstring, ready to unleash a swift and lethal strike at any moment. It was now a matter of who would falter first.
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