To be frank, Qiao Mu had no desire to waste her ti dealing with this clueless fool. She had co to the Cultivation Hall to cancel her leave with her ntor, and she couldn't afford to engage in a senseless argunt.
With asured steps, Qiao Mu skirted around his chair, not even deigning to spare him a sidelong glance.
Su Xihua seethed with anger.
Kicking the stool aside, he moved swiftly, blocking Qiao Mu's path once more.
No one had dared to be so insolent in front of him since he had gained fa.
So what if she was the Crown Prince Consort?
In this world, strength reigned supre!
His teacher had once declared that Su Xihua was destined to be a standout figure, a dragon among n who would ascend to the rank of Mystique Venerable within three hundred years.
At the age of twenty-one, having already reached the pinnacle of the fifteenth level of the spiritual realm upon entering the academy, he had been revered and respected.
Countless female cultivators vied for his attention, and Su Xihua was a smooth talker. Among female cultivators, he was like a fish in water. Won who wished to be his partners could form a line stretching from the Imperial Academy to the North Wangda Forest.
He held a high opinion of himself, and Qiao Mu's attitude toward him was intolerable.
In the Upper Three Provinces, the status of female cultivators was undeniably low. Due to the limitations imposed by the Connate realm, only a small fraction of female cultivators, about 1/20%, could successfully pass the Five Spirits' Samsara trial and break through to the divine realm cultivation.
In the eyes of Su Xihua and many baron cultivators, female cultivators should obediently yield to n, conforming to the Three Provinces Continent's traditional norms.
Qiao Mu's stoic deanor, which seed to attract hostility wherever she went, instantly ignited Su Xihua's fury.
Without uttering a word, he summoned a cluster of long sabers enveloped in a blue watery
light from his spiritual pool and swung them toward Qiao Mu's head.
"You turn down a friendly challenge only to seek confrontation," Su Xihua's eyes flashed with coldness.
"You, a Third of a Centiter Crown Prince Consort, dare to be so insolent in the presence of a senior. His Highness the Crown Prince clearly doesn't know how to teach his won!" Su Xihua sneered.
If that were the case, he would teach this arrogant woman a lesson on behalf of His Highness the Crown Prince.
He wanted to impart a lesson: in the Upper Three Provinces, one's status wasn't everything!
The saber struck the ground within the courtyard, leaving a lengthy white mark.
Su Xihua roared in frustration. The mont his saber missed its mark, his brows furrowed slightly.
How had the girl managed to evade his attack?
It was baffling; he couldn't discern her movents.
Nonetheless, swiftness alone wouldn't save her from him.
As a level-15 grand spiritual cultivator with a grade-eight bright and splendid spirit, he had already surpassed the abilities of ordinary people, sensing the sixth level of the Five Elental Spirits.
Of course, Su Xihua remained unaware that Qiao Mu had already sensed the grade-nine Spiritual Water Elental Spirit, far exceeding his own capabilities.
At present, Su Xihua remained highly confident in himself.
He lifted the long saber, its radiant glow enveloping the weapon entirely. In one fluid motion, he leapt forward and appeared right before Qiao Mu. With a gleam in his eyes, he swung the long saber toward the hem of her skirt.
The audacity of this man!
Qiao Mu shot him a cold glare and promptly evaded his attack with lightning-fast reflexes. "You're asking for trouble!"
This man's intentions were all too clear.
Did he think Qiaoqiao would be so easily humiliated?
Did he aim to rip her clothes and expose her, hoping to attract attention?
Qiao Mu scoffed bitterly.
How naive he was. He would bear the consequences of his own actions.
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