Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 263 - 260: One Month’s Time

Chapter 263: Chapter 260: One Month’s Time

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the one-month deadline had arrived.

In the martial arts square of Xuanbing Mansion, the place was already packed with figures, and many more disciples were still on their way, because today, in this martial arts square, there would be two significant battles.

The first was a contest between two genius female disciples of Xuanbing Mansion, Zhuo Yanyun and Nangong Yao, both immensely popular among the disciples of the mansion. They would settle their rivalry today.

As for the second match, Ye Xuan versus Li Ziting, the latter’s status was well-known, being one of the top masters among the disciples of Xuanbing Mansion. As for Ye Xuan, some people were not very familiar with him. They only knew that he had caused a disturbance in the inner mansion and that his strength was not weak. But in many people’s minds, Ye Xuan definitely fell short compared to Li Ziting.

Therefore, what mainly attracted numerous disciples to watch was the first match. Those who specifically came to see the second match were mostly hoping to see Ye Xuan make a fool of himself. They wanted to witness firsthand how this pretty boy, who flirted with their Junior Sister Nangong, would be thoroughly humiliated by Li Ziting.

"Senior Sister, if you can defeat Nangong Yao in front of so many disciples today, no one will dare question your strength anymore." Enjoying the admiring glances from those around, Junior Sister Zhuo Qian also looked at Zhuo Yanyun with a smile.

"Don’t worry, there will be no suspense in today’s battle," Zhuo Yanyun said coldly, seeming fully confident.

By the time Ye Xuan and Nangong Yao arrived at the martial arts square, it was already overcrowded. The disciples densely packed the square, surrounding the central battle platform in layers, making the scene extremely lively with noise filling the air.

However, after Nangong Yao’s arrival, the noisy sounds in the square also quieted down considerably. Many adoring gazes were cast upon her, and even many disciples began chanting her name loudly, making the scene incredibly intense.

Such popularity even surpassed Zhuo Yanyun.

The two walked towards the center of the square, and the surrounding crowd automatically dispersed, making way for them.

"Nangong Yao, I heard that you have been in closed-door cultivation this past month. It seems you also know the gap between us. Unfortunately, last-minute efforts won’t bring you victory," Zhuo Yanyun looked down on Nangong Yao with an air of arrogance, her white clothes fluttering.

"That remains to be seen. Zhuo Yanyun, don’t be too arrogant. I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle the blow when you lose the match."

After a month of special training by Ye Xuan, and having stimulated the potential of her Xuanyin Body, Nangong Yao was now fully confident. Moreover, this battle was crucial, and she was fully prepared to give it her all.

"How could I possibly lose?"

Zhuo Yanyun glanced at Ye Xuan and then took a beast skin scroll from Junior Sister Zhuo Qian’s hand, and with a slight smile, said, "Ye Xuan, I even brought along a slave contract, just waiting to inscribe your name on it."

To this, Ye Xuan merely smiled lightly.

However, this raised quite a stir among the crowd, as only a few people knew about the bet, and most were unaware of this development.

At this moment, Junior Sister Zhuo Qian also coldly smiled and stepped forward, announcing loudly to everyone, "Everyone, this Young Master Ye Xuan has made a bet with my sister. If Junior Sister Nangong loses this match, he will become my sister’s slave."

Woosh!

As soon as she finished speaking, the square erupted into a tumult, with many people looking at Ye Xuan in shock, their expressions soon turning to sympathy and intrigue.

"This guy, to win Junior Sister Nangong’s favor, has actually resorted to such a despicable method," Gu Feiyang thought it was Ye Xuan trying to win Nangong Yao’s favor by agreeing to such a harsh bet, and his contempt for Ye Xuan deepened.

"If Junior Sister Nangong loses, there’s no need for my match with him either. A slave isn’t qualified to challenge me."

Next to him, Li Ziting remained indifferent, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"It seems you left out one thing."

As for those whispers around, Ye Xuan seemed to ignore them and then pointed at Zhuo Qian, "If I win the bet, you must let me dispose of you as I see fit."

"What?"

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Gu Feiyang’s face immediately displayed a look of astonishment, and soon his expression darkened, "This Ye Xuan really is a despicable villain, trying to use such a method to get Junior Sister Zhuo Qian."

However, Li Ziting didn’t see it that way. Logically speaking, Ye Xuan already had Nangong Yao’s affection; how could he be interested in someone like Zhuo Qian? This was surely just a means of retaliation for the last incident.

Zhuo Qian’s complexion changed, but as she was about to speak, Zhuo Yanyun’s cold voice spread, "Now that the complete terms of the bet are public, everything that needed to be said has been said. Now, Nangong Yao, let the match begin."

As soon as she spoke, her tall figure soared into the air, darting to the central platform of the square.

After Ye Xuan nodded, Nangong Yao also lightly leaped up, as graceful as a dragonfly skimming the water, landing opposite Zhuo Yanyun.

At that moment, the clamor in the square gradually subsided. Eyes filled with a hint of eagerness and anticipation were all set on the two elegant figures standing on the platform.

Each figure had its distinct charm, like two blossoming flowers on stage. Zhuo Yanyun was like a cold lotus, beautiful yet distant, dressed in flowing white robes that added an ethereal quality; Nangong Yao, on the other hand, resembled a pure lily, alluring and graceful, her appearance exuding an innocent charm, making her undoubtedly more likable compared to the former.

"Make your move."

Nangong Yao drew her sword, activated the Innate Ice Emperor Skill, and a wave of icy chill spread from her body, as if forming a layer of ice crystals on the surface, glimmering faintly.

"Hmm?"

Zhuo Yanyun’s gaze shifted slightly. She sensed a change in Nangong Yao’s aura compared to before, although it wasn’t clear exactly what had changed. She couldn’t pinpoint it yet, just a gut feeling.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Zhuo Yanyun raised her blue sword. A stream of bright cold light surged up like waves, the Sword Qi soaring.

Swoosh!

Zhuo Yanyun swung her arm, tracing an arc in midair, emitting a burst of snowy light. The Sword Qi gushed forth like a spring, mixed in the cold wind and surged toward Nangong Yao in waves.

Whoosh!

Almost at the same time, Nangong Yao also thrusted her sword, emitting an aura equally cold, yet more piercing than Zhuo Yanyun’s True Qi.

Both unleashed their might at once, and as they crossed swords, the entire Battle Platform began to be covered with frost, forming a thick layer of ice.

Glacier Island was already cold all year round, and both of their Cultivation Techniques were top-notch from Xuanbing Mansion, easily freezing the Battle Platform, making the entire Martial Arts square bitterly cold, with cold winds arising.

Fortunately, most disciples of Xuanbing Mansion practiced Ice Attribute Cultivation Techniques. Rather than fearing the intense cold, they actually relished it.

The exchange between the two was a delightful sight, as both were top-notch beauties. Each move of their Swordsmanship was stunningly beautiful and elegant, like celestial fairies dancing from the Heavenly Realm.

Yet amid the delightful sight, there was hidden lethality. On the Battle Platform, streams of Sword Qi struck down, slicing the ice-covered platform into a crisscross of grooves, scattering ice shreds all around.

"How has her Martial Arts improved so much?"

After ten moves, Zhuo Yanyun was inwardly alarmed. Previously, Nangong Yao’s movements were crude and simple, her Martial Arts skills were quite poor. Even though she had made some progress, she was still far behind Zhuo Yanyun. But now, she managed not to show any flaws, at least none that Zhuo Yanyun could find. If there were any, they were quickly remedied, leaving no opportunity to strike.

How could there be such a great improvement in just one month?

"What do you think, Senior Sister Zhuo, don’t you look down on last-minute cramming?"

Nangong Yao, noticing Zhuo Yanyun’s thoughts, didn’t forget to throw back a retort, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Hmph, don’t get ahead of yourself too soon, you’re still too green to beat me!"

"Frost Embrace the Moon!"

Zhuo Yanyun snorted coldly, employing a Middle Rank Heavenly Grade Martial Arts she was proficient in. She held the sword with both hands and swung her arms, the terribly cold Sword Qi forming a crescent moon shape, then she slashed it out, stretching three to four dozen feet in the air, leaving a lingering trace as it sliced toward Nangong Yao.

"Ice Marks Accumulate!"

In the pupils of her eyes, the crescent Sword Qi slashed through the wind toward her. Nangong Yao, too, boosted herself into the air, like a gracefully fluttering butterfly. She swung her sword evenly, unleashing a vast expanse of Xuanyin True Qi that swept forward, turning into a frosty ocean in front of her.

Puff puff puff!

The Sword Qi exploded within the ocean of frost, turning the air chaotic, and beams shot out diagonally. Both Zhuo Yanyun and Nangong Yao were hit by a slash of Sword Qi, blood instantly staining their garments.

The remarkable aftermath of the Sword Qi spread even beyond the Battle Platform, hitting the front-row disciples of Xuanbing Mansion, causing them to cry out in chaos and scramble in a fluster.

Shocked by the intensity of the duel, those front-row disciples began to retreat. Although they had initially wanted to closely appreciate the grace of the two talented beauties, they thought it better to prioritize their own safety, moving back a bit.

Crack!

Ye Xuan reached out with his palm and caught a stray wave of Sword Qi, then gently pinched it. In his palm, only powdered ice remained.

The battle on the Battle Platform was fierce, and Ye Xuan squinted his eyes. Indeed, Zhuo Yanyun’s strength was not to be underestimated. If Nangong Yao were still in the state she was a month ago, she would likely have already shown signs of defeat.