Duan Xiaomo, who was standing beside Ling Chuxi, suddenly tugged on the corner of Ling Chuxi’s.
“What’s wrong, Xiaomo?” Ling Chuxi asked curiously.
“I want to go up,” Duan Xiaomo said softly, his gaze fixed on hers.
“You?” Ling Chuxi hesitated for a mont.
After training, Duan Xiaomo’s Great Fist Skills were indeed very proficient, but Ling Chuxi still wasn’t sure about his combat strength. Cang Yuan had once said that his foundation was too weak, which ant that he should have a basic foundation, but Ling Chuxi couldn’t tell the depth of his cultivation. After thinking about it, Ling Chuxi could only attribute this to the Celestial Core.
“Xiaomo, are you sure you’ll be okay?” Ling Chuxi asked worriedly. She wanted Duan Xiaomo to gain so practical experience, which could potentially raise his cultivation, but she also didn’t want him to get injured.
“Yes.” Duan Xiaomo’s voice was as plain as a blank canvas, with not a hint of emotion in it.
However, since she had spent so much ti with him, Ling Chuxi knew that though he seldom talked, every word he said had a point. If he said he wanted to fight, that ant that he was fully confident he could win.
“Alright then,” Ling Chuxi said slowly after thinking about it. Since he was confident, he should give it a shot. That young man on the field only had Level 9 Battle Qi, and she, Duan Feiyu, Ling Yichen, Baili Han, and others were all present. Even if that young man couldn’t stop in ti, they would be able to intervene in case of anything.
Ling Chuxi was also curious about Duan Xiaomo’s cultivation; how miraculous could this Celestial Core possibly be?
anwhile, Lan Xinyu was entering the field. Along the way, Lan Xinyu and the others had beco close to the disciples of the Su family, so they referred to themselves as mbers of the Golden Pill Sect too. Hence, nobody objected when she entered the field.
Ling Chuxi, however, glared at her disapprovingly. ‘You have already reached the Realm of Great Fulfilnt and yet you want to fight with soone of Level 9 Battle Qi? Have you been abused so badly that you need to feel better by beating up others?’
“Lan Xinyu, get down from there!” Ling Chuxi barked at her fiercely.
“What do you want?” Lan Xinyu looked at Ling Chuxi discontentedly.
“Co down and let Xiaomo go up,” Ling Chuxi said.
“Xiaomo?” Although Lan Xinyu was a little reluctant to give up such a rare opportunity to abuse others, she obediently retreated after she heard Duan Xiaomo’s na. Nonetheless, she was still a bit doubtful. Xiaomo had recovered not too long ago, and had only been cultivating with Ling Chuxi for less than two weeks. What did he want to compete for? Wasn’t Ling Chuxi worried about him getting injured?
Seeing Duan Xiaomo walk to the middle of the field, Duan Feiyu and the rest were stunned.
“Xiaomo, what are you doing up there?” Duan Feiyu raced onto the field, wanting to take Duan Xiaomo out.
“I want to compete,” Duan Xiaomo looked at Duan Feiyu and said bluntly.
Looking at Duan Xiaomo’s calm gaze, Duan Feiyu hesitated.
“Don’t worry, he’s confident in his abilities,” Ling Chuxi called out to Duan Feiyu.
“Just be careful,” Duan Feiyu murmured in concern and touched Duan Xiaomo’s head. He also knew the cultivation of the young man on the other side; as long as Duan Xiaomo was careful, he wouldn’t be in any danger.
“Ridiculous!” Lu Chengfeng suddenly bellowed, completely bypassing Duan Feiyu’s statent.
“No way! Second Young Master just recovered a few days ago, how much cultivation could he possibly have? This is rubbish!” Lu Chengfeng jumped onto the field, about to drag Duan Xiaomo away without any room for negotiation.
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