Ladies, Come Fight

“Red-haired brat, I’ll kill you!” Yan Huixue’s eyes burned with murderous intent. “This was supposed to be the first battle between the Mystic Maiden Palace and you outsiders. I planned to hold back, but after hearing the filth coming out of your mouth, I’ll make sure you die a miserable death.”

—

Chi Yu walked toward her with calm, measured steps. But this time, instead of her usual erratic self-talk, her voice was steady and composed. “You won’t be able to. You’re not my match. In fact, very few here are. You can’t imagine what I’ve sacrificed for this power, even though I never wanted this disgusting life-bound spiritual tool.” It was unclear whether it was her or her brother speaking.

—

With that, Chi Yu’s speed exploded.

Yan Huixue swung her whip, creating a dense, impenetrable web of strikes, like a deadly net meant to trap Chi Yu.

—

Boom!

The ground cracked beneath Chi Yu’s feet as her figure blurred, leaving behind four strange footprints.

“Prison Whip!” Yan Huixue shouted, her whip splitting into two, then four. The barbs along its length grew larger and sharper, forming a forest of deadly thorns.

But Chi Yu’s speed, far beyond what one would expect from a Hidden Artifact Realm cultivator, allowed her to bypass the thorny forest in an instant. In the blink of an eye, she was less than two meters from Yan Huixue.

—

Yan Huixue tried to retreat, but Chi Yu was relentless. A vortex of white light appeared on Chi Yu’s chest before shifting to her palm. From it emerged a slender, jade-like arm that grabbed Yan Huixue’s wrist with precision.

The moment the jade hand touched Yan Huixue’s skin, her whip shattered, and her movements slowed dramatically.

—

Chi Yu seized the opportunity, gripping Yan Huixue’s neck and lifting her off the ground.

Yan Huixue struggled desperately, but it was futile.

—

“Go, Sister Yan!”

“Quick, summon your whip again!”

“Trap him with your Prison Whip!”

—

Chi Yu sneered. “It’s useless. Do you think she doesn’t want to fight back? She’s probably tried countless times but can’t summon her spiritual tool anymore.”

Her words left Yan Huixue in shock. Gasping for air, she rasped, “Your life-bound spiritual tool can…”

“Correct. But there’s no prize for guessing right,” Chi Yu said coldly. “Is there anyone in charge here? The fight is over. Do I need to kill her to make it official?”

—

“Stop.”

Gu Caihe appeared, walking over to Chi Yu. “Let her go. You’ve won. You’ve earned half an hour in the Rebirth Tower.”

Chi Yu dropped the defeated Yan Huixue, who slumped to the ground in despair. She then walked over to Qin Gou, whispering, “Meet me at the cave later.” Without waiting for a response, she left quickly.

—

“Damn it! That red-haired brat ran away.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll challenge the others and avenge Sister Yan.”

The Mystic Maiden Palace disciples turned their attention to the other male disciples, issuing challenges one after another.

Qin Gou, curious about the Rebirth Tower’s potential, welcomed the idea of being challenged. But to his surprise, despite the overwhelming number of female disciples, not a single one approached him or Chen Keshua.

“Excuse me, Sister,” Qin Gou said, addressing a nearby disciple. “I’m Qin Yue from the Seed Demon Holy Sect. Would you care for a duel?”

The girl glanced at him and scoffed. “You? Not interested.”

—

“What’s going on?” Qin Gou muttered, baffled.

Chen Keshua patted his shoulder, laughing awkwardly. “Brother Qin, I think it’s because you made such a big scene yesterday. They’re too scared to challenge you.”

—

“That’s impossible. The Palace Master explicitly said they couldn’t treat me differently,” Qin Gou said, frowning in confusion.

Chen Keshua hesitated before replying, “Well, look at me. No one’s challenging me either.”

“That’s because your cultivation is too low. Beating you wouldn’t feel like an accomplishment…” Qin Gou trailed off, suddenly realizing something.

—

Chen Keshua grinned. “Now you get it, huh? Aside from me, you’re the weakest among the male disciples. I know your true strength, but they don’t.”

“So it’s my fault for being too low-ranked. They don’t want to bully someone weaker, and beating me wouldn’t be worth the effort…” Qin Gou murmured, rubbing his fingers against his spatial ring thoughtfully.

—

Meanwhile, in the palace hall, Ye Qishuang said to Yi Chengying, “Send a few peak Hidden Artifact Realm disciples to challenge Qin Yue.”

“Understood,” Yi Chengying replied, about to leave when Ye Qishuang stopped her.

“Wait, Little Chair. Look!” Ye Qishuang pointed to the ornate mirror.

In the mirror, Qin Gou had set up several white flags around him. He and Chen Keshua lounged in armchairs, legs crossed, looking completely at ease.

One flag read, “Fresh and Juicy Enlightened Body.” Another said, “Pure and Tender, Waiting for You.” The horizontal banner proclaimed, “Ladies, Come Fight.” His calligraphy was bold and striking.

Yi Chengying burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. “What a shameless guy! How does he even come up with this stuff? Palace Master, there’s no way this reckless troublemaker is the Heavenly Master. We must’ve made a mistake. Honestly, I like this kind of rogue. Why not let me have him instead of giving him to Sister Caihe?”

—

But Ye Qishuang didn’t laugh. Her expression remained serious as she stared at Yi Chengying, silencing her instantly.

“You don’t understand. You know nothing,” Ye Qishuang said, her gaze softening as she looked back at Qin Gou in the mirror. “Only I understand.”