Li Shiyin pulled the Muran Sword out from Yao Qingke's throat, stood up, and turned her back to the crowd below, fully displaying the demeanor of a generation's sword immortal.
The disciples watching the battle below immediately cheered, all praising this wonderful battle, all praising Li Shiyin!
Someone highly praised: "The White-Robed Sword Immortal is unrivaled in the world!"
Someone became a fan: "Miss Shiyin, I want to be your dog!"
Someone noticed a flaw: "With Li Shiyin from Dan Peak directly defeating Yao Qingke, doesn't that mean she has already reached the third place on the Geniuses Ranking?"
Someone raised doubts: "Did anyone notice something wrong with Yao Qingke's green vines? How could she grow so many green vines in such a short time!?"
"What? You want to use your shallow ignorance to speculate on such peerless geniuses?" someone replied. "Wake up! You don't understand their genius world..."
"My Shiyin is powerful and decisive, little Yao Qingke is laughable!"
Someone else raised questions again: "Did anyone notice that Li Shiyin is only at the late Foundation Establishment stage? How can she fight a cultivator at the post-Golden Core stage with just the late Foundation Establishment cultivation base?"
"She comprehended Sword Qi and Sword Intent. If that's not enough, her movement skill seems to be at the Divine Immortal level..."
At the same time, under the Debate Platform, there were several special observers paying attention to this assessment.
One of them, an old man who looked over fifty, had an ashen face as he watched Li Shiyin standing on stage with a sword and the healing Yao Qingke. He simply could not accept that Yao Qingke had also lost to Li Shiyin.
...And that was even when she was cheating. Losing even when cheating, how disgraceful.
"Now Yao Qingke has also lost. So Li Shiyin has defeated Song Ze, Yan Tianxing, Ye Qingxuan, and Yao Qingke in a row, all the outstanding disciples of your Peak this generation were thoroughly beaten by her..."
Next to this old man was a middle-aged man of about forty years old. He gloated and laughed, "What do you think, Senior Brother He? Each slap landed right on your face. Does your old face hurt?"
He Daoguang glanced coldly at Liu Boxian, his voice like frost, "This sword cultivator who comprehended Sword Qi and Sword Intent is not your Sword Peak disciple. Lu Junxing over there is also not your Sword Peak disciple. Does your old face hurt?"
"Ah, Senior Brother He, how can you say that? They are both sword cultivators of the Daosword Sect!" Liu Boxian said righteously, "Besides, the Sword Peak disciple Tian Wenjin has already comprehended Sword Intent and Sword Qi. My Sword Peak also has such a genius in the sword..."
On the Debate Platform, Li Shiyin finally turned around, enjoying the cheers below. She looked at her master, the Muran Sword in her hand disappeared, she smiled brilliantly, then...
Sat down weakly.
"I didn't lose!"
At this moment, behind her, Yao Qingke suddenly cried out. Her newly healed body gripped the Qingxing Sword and stabbed towards Li Shiyin!
"Be careful!"
The people below quickly reminded Li Shiyin.
But at this time, Li Shiyin had no spiritual power left in her body, and was exhausted. She couldn't react in time.
The referee was about to stop Yao Qingke, but before he could act...
"Ding!"
Someone had already come up from below, passing through the protective array on the Debate Platform, and appearing behind Li Shiyin. He pinched the Qingxing Sword with his fingers.
He held the sword blade with five fingers, glanced at Yao Qingke, then snatched the Qingxing Sword away.
He also bent down and picked up Li Shiyin horizontally. Holding the sword in one hand and carrying Li Shiyin in the other, he looked at He Daoguang's side, then walked down from the Debate Platform.
"What does he mean by this?!" He Daoguang was furious, pointing at Qin Ran and cursing.
Qin Ran actually looked at him expressionlessly, but he obviously interpreted some meaning on his own.
Liu Boxian didn't answer him, but looked at Qin Ran and Li Shiyin with deep meaning.
Three years had passed before he belatedly realized something, seeming to understand but not understand, and said, "So this is why the Sect Leader insisted on putting such a good seedling in Dan Peak!"
Qin Ran held Li Shiyin and slowly walked down from the Debate Platform.
Long Qi Qi sat on top of Zhu Feng, looking at the posture of these two people: Qin Ran held Li Shiyin horizontally with both hands, the Qingxing Sword was sheathed and held in his hand; Li Shiyin had both hands around Qin Ran's neck, her little head leaning to one side, nestled in Qin Ran's embrace...
It looked less like Qin Ran was carrying Li Shiyin, and more like Li Shiyin was hanging on Qin Ran.
"What a loving couple of dogs..." she silently appraised.
Carrying his female disciple in broad daylight in front of all the Daosword Sect disciples, Qin Ran felt it was somewhat inappropriate; especially Li Shiyin's action of hugging him back, making the two of them seem even more intimate, making their relationship seem even more inappropriate.
He could see all the disciples staring wide-eyed at them as if seeing ghosts.
... If he had a clear conscience it would be fine, they were just closer as master and disciple, let others say what they want. But Qin Ran felt guilty... He also had ghosts in his heart!
His silly female disciple was covered in sweat after the fight, pressed against his chest, the smell of her sweat kept slamming into Qin Ran's nose... That was the body fragrance of a young girl, intoxicatingly fragrant to him, making him increasingly uneasy.
He gently patted Li Shiyin's back with the Qingxing Sword and asked, "Have you recovered some strength?"
Li Shiyin's little head was buried in his arms. Hearing this, she shook her head without speaking.
In fact, with Li Shiyin's recovery ability, she would have no problem fighting another battle after resting for a while.
No one understood Li Shiyin better than Qin Ran. He asked so disingenuously, and Li Shiyin shook her head so indulgently, rubbing her little head against his chest, driving him crazy with the tingling feeling. So he had a legitimate reason to keep holding her.
"Let's go see what's going on with Wenjin over there." He said.
"Mmm." Li Shiyin's mouth and nose were pressed tightly against his clothes, making a muffled noise.
The hot breath from his silly female disciple's nose penetrated his clothes and sprayed onto his skin, warm and hot... He had never felt someone's breath could be so hot; her "Mmm" vibrated against him, making his skin tingle with numbness, surprisingly comfortable.
Qin Ran felt his whole body was light and fluttering.
Holding such a fragrant and soft girl in his arms, he was reluctant to let go.
Carrying her, he walked through the crowd and arrived below the No. 2 Debate Platform, looking up at the platform.
The four matches this round had actually started together. Li Shiyin's ended faster, while Tian Wenjin's ended slower, but by now, it was also nearing the end.
It was evident that the reason this match ended slower was that Lu Junxing was deliberately coaching Tian Wenjin.
In this generation of disciples' hearts, Lu Junxing was an insurmountable mountain.
He had stood at the top of the Geniuses Ranking for many years. People challenged him every day, but over these many years, he was still at the top. Even Liu Baixuan had never beaten him.
According to Liu Baixuan himself, he still didn't know Lu Junxing's limits.
People often discussed: who was stronger, Liu Baixuan or Yao Qingke; whether Dong Zhongyuan deserved to sit at the fourth place on the Geniuses Ranking; but few asked if Lu Junxing deserved to be first.
What was more often discussed was how high Lu Junxing's level was.
Regarding this question, Qin Ran, as a disciple of the same generation, had an answer: Lu Junxing was a Su Changqing with inferior resources.
These two had similar talents, but Su Changqing was a Lingnan Immortal Sect disciple, building his foundation with the Mystic Scripture, incomparable to Lu Junxing.
For Tian Wenjin to beat such a Lu Junxing, he would have to go berserk and evolve uncontrollably seven or eight times.
Clearly, Tian Wenjin couldn't go berserk, so the battle between them was more like Lu Junxing coaching Tian Wenjin.
When the time was almost up, Tian Wenjin had indeed learned something, and admitted defeat on his own initiative.
Watching the Sword Qi dissipate and Sword Intent withdraw on the platform, Qin Ran secretly asked Li Shiyin, "Are you fighting Lu Junxing tomorrow?"
"Yup!" Li Shiyin turned her head in Qin Ran's arms, her bright eyes meeting Qin Ran's.
"Can you beat him?" Their talk was like whispering lovers, Qin Ran's heart pounded wildly.
Li Shiyin shook her head.
"What a pity." Qin Ran said.
"I can beat him in the future!" Li Shiyin said. Perhaps shy, she buried her little head in Qin Ran's embrace again.
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