CHAPTER 134: 134 - YOU’LL HURT YOURSELF

"He’s going after...?" One of the inner disciples opened his mouth, his eyes wide as he watched the arrogant young man approach Qingyi.

"Shhhh, let him try, I’ll want to see that!" Another whispered.

Everyone there had heard of Qingyi’s achievements. Everyone except that poor fellow, apparently.

The arrogant young man approached Qingyi in confident strides, placing his hands on the handsome young man’s shoulders.

"Fall to your knees, before I have to break them." He growled, unleashing his full Qi of the second stage of the Golden Core realm, forcing even the distant cultivators to retreat.

The marble under Qingyi’s feet cracked, resisting for a brief moment before breaking, causing the handsome young man to sink to his heels.

But despite all that power, Qingyi didn’t even flinch.

His face held a gentle, humorous smile, with no trace of offense in his beautiful, piercing black eyes.

It didn’t take long for the arrogant young man to realize his mistake and hastily try to retreat. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Qingyi moved his hands, grabbing both of his opponent’s wrists. Without giving the young man time to react, he strengthened the grip of his fists.

A heartbreaking scream echoed as the arrogant young man’s bones were crushed in loud, despairing cracks.

Qingyi didn’t even use his Qi, it wasn’t necessary. Only his brute physical strength was enough to deal with those insects.

"Argh... FUCK! MY HANDS!" The arrogant young man whimpered, falling to his knees.

"I only broke the bones, I didn’t destroy any of your meridians. It should be completely healed in a few days with a good healing pill." Qingyi patted the young man on the back, whose watery eyes filled with terror.

With what little strength he had in his legs, he ran, retreating from the arena.

Watching the young man’s back move away, Qingyi shifted his gaze to Elder Xu Qingxue.

He noticed her plump rosy lips curving into a subtle smile, lasting just over a second before she suppressed it.

"The others, you may leave," she said, her eyes fixed on Qingyi’s.

"But elder, we haven’t even taken part in your test yet!" one of the disciples complained, shrinking under the silver-haired beauty’s cold gaze.

"It’s not necessary." She shook her head, taking a step towards Qingyi.

The other inner disciples hesitated, but in the end just bowed and withdrew. The moment that monster had gotten there, they had all lost.

At least they wouldn’t be going home with some broken bones.

After a few moments, Qingyi and Qingxue finally found themselves alone, her long silver hair fluttering in the gentle breeze.

"Long Qingyi greets elder Xu Qingxue!" Qingyi bowed, clasping his fists respectfully.

After a moment of silence, Qingxue asked: "Did the sect leader instruct you to become my direct disciple?"

Qingyi couldn’t help but hesitate at that question. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

"Yes, elder, I was instructed by the sect leader to become your disciple and take part in the scarlet dragon competition with you." He decided to be honest.

"Mmm~~" Qingxue exhaled softly as she took another step towards him.

Soon, they were face to face, her warm, sweet breath invading Qingyi’s nostrils as she studied him.

"Draw your sword," she moved away, turning her back on Qingyi.

The handsome young man’s eyes focused on her shapely hips as she walked away, swaying gently with each step.

"I will test your blade. If it’s worthy, you’ll be my disciple. If not, I believe you should report your failure to the sect leader."

She turned, her double swords sliding out of their sheaths with loud, sharp whistles.

Her Qi exploded, her dress fluttering as her body was covered in wind Qi, the fabric rising and revealing a brief glimpse of her white panties sinking into the rift between the fat, fluffy mounds of her virgin femininity.

Qingyi couldn’t help but shudder at the sight, feeling his dragon awaken.

If he had the courage, he would certainly thank her for allowing him to see such a beautiful scenery.

"I won’t disappoint the elder!" Qingyi bowed one last time, controlling his thoughts and focusing his mind.

"Ugh... poor thing, one more to fall into the hands of that damned womanizer!" Ruxue’s voice sounded in Qingyi’s mind, her sweet, seductive laugh echoing in his head.

Qingyi ignored her, drawing the heaven-defying thunder sword.

His lightning sword Qi immediately took over the blade, shining brightly, with electric sparks exploding from it and making the air around him boil.

Qingxue couldn’t hide a flash of surprise on her beautiful, delicate face, but it didn’t last long.

"Come," she ordered.

Qingyi activated the lightning steps, his body exploding in speed as he used the first form of the Stormy Monarch sword art.

Qingxue didn’t even move, just casually raising her sword.

A loud clang echoed and Qingyi immediately regretted having made a frontal advance. It was like hitting a wall of cast steel, a painful tremor spreading through his arms.

"It’s not bad," Qingxue’s serene, cold voice hit Qingyi’s eardrums and he tried to back away, but it was too late.

She raised her right leg, her foot hitting Qingyi’s chest with a thud.

The handsome young man was thrown backwards, bouncing on the ground and being forced to drive the heaven-defying thunder sword into the ground, tearing through it for almost a hundred meters before finally coming to a stop.

Luckily, his constitution was extremely powerful; if it had been up to his strength alone, he would surely have broken all his ribs.

His eyes rose, watching Qingxue, whose leg was still raised.

Her dress slid down smoothly, revealing even more of the pale, smooth, perfect skin of her thick, luscious thighs, a thin trickle of sweat running down between them.

It was a beautiful sight, but Qingyi couldn’t enjoy it for long.

Qingxue was already upon him, her sword flying towards his neck at an absurd speed.

"Use all your power, you’ll hurt yourself if you keep holding back."