Chapter 6: Chapter 6 I Report
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"You're grown up now, how can you still be so childish?" Xu Zimei shook her head helplessly and smiled at Zhong Xin, "Alright, I accept your challenge."
He understood the other party's intentions; his father was the Deputy Sect Master and, to a certain extent, he felt he was also losing face for his father.
"I have a Yellow Tier Vein Skill here," Zhong Xin said indifferently, "Both of you can study it for the time of an incense stick. Afterwards, we'll see who has the better comprehension and who can use the Vein Skill more proficiently, and that person will be deemed the winner."
"Fine, I have no objections," Xu Zimei and Liao Ruyan both nodded.
Following that, Zhong Xin took out the Vein Skill from his Storage Ring, and the name of this Yellow Tier Vein Skill was "Swallow Flying Blade Technique."
Liao Ruyan's eyes lit up upon seeing the Vein Skill.
In fact, she had been cultivating a Vein Skill since she began her Mortal Realm body tempering six months ago.
Just recently, she had finally cultivated this Vein Skill to the "Entering the Microscopic" level.
In Yuan Central Continent, every Vein Skill is divided into four levels: Entering the Microscopic, Abstruse, Other Shore, and Perfection.
And the Vein Skill Liao Ruyan was cultivating was precisely this "Swallow Flying Blade Technique."
Zhong Xin gave Liao Ruyan an inscrutable smile, then said, "If you have no objections, then begin your cultivation now."
"There's no need for such trouble," Xu Zimei shook her head, casually flicked through the Vein Skill a few times.
"Lend me your sword for a moment," he said to a disciple watching the excitement at the side.
With a clang, the long sword was drawn from its scabbard, and Xu Zimei, holding the hilt, lightly traced through the air.
Everyone felt an indescribably mysterious sensation pass before their eyes as the long sword burst forth with a meter-long Blade Qi.
It was as if there were swallows lightly chirping by everyone's ears, and the Blade Qi in front of them transformed into the image of a flying swallow in the sky.
The air was cleaved into a white streak, and then the flying swallow disappeared.
Xu Zimei casually handed the sword back to the disciple beside him and smiled at Liao Ruyan, "Your turn, please start your performance."
The atmosphere on the scene became quiet for a while, and after a long time, someone uncertainly muttered under their breath.
"Was that just now the true meaning of the Martial Path? Could it be that he has already cultivated the Swallow Flying Blade Technique to the level of Perfection?"
The crowd was astounded, as only a Vein Skill at the level of Perfection could transform into the true meaning of the Martial Path.
Liao Ruyan looked at Xu Zimei, unable to speak for a long time, "Damn it, you've already reached Perfection, how the hell am I supposed to compete with my mere Entering the Microscopic level!"
"If you feel that the time of one incense stick is too short, I'll give you one day. As long as you surpass me, you win," Xu Zimei smiled and said to the stunned Zhong Xin at the side, "What does Elder Brother Zhong think?"
"Ah," Zhong Xin quickly snapped back to reality, forcing a sunny smile, "That's good, but I think the importance of a competition is in the process, what everyone gains from it; the result is actually not that important."
"Bullshit, if the result isn't important, then the competition itself is pointless," Xu Zimei did not mince words, shook his head with a sigh, "Elder Brother Zhong, it's a shame you are the Great Elder's chief disciple and yet fail to understand such a simple truth.
It's hard to tell whether it's your own stupidity, or the Great Elder's teaching methods are too rigid."
"The master leads the way, but cultivation depends on the individual," Zhong Xin replied coldly, "Junior Brother Zimo, if you have a problem, take it up with me, you have no right to insult our master."
"Whatever you say," Xu Zimei shook her head and laughed, "I'm just worried about the two Dark Heaven Tiger cubs I have, when will you be delivering them?"
Zhong Xin was silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to Liao Ruyan.
Dark Heaven Tigers were imperial beasts, and even the entire True Martial Holy Sect did not have many; those few Dark Heaven Tiger cubs had already been earmarked by the Great Elder, intending to gift them as favors to some individuals.
Therefore, Zhong Xin dared not make rash decisions.
"If you can't do it, just say so. I'm not particularly keen," Xu Zimei replied with a faint smile, "But some people, if you can't play the game, shouldn't even start. It would save our True Martial Holy Sect the embarrassment.
Recall the elegance of the True Martial Great Emperor in the past, although we cannot surpass the glory of our ancestors, let's not disgrace it!"
"Exactly, if you can't play the game, don't. You're just wasting other people's time and energy," Lin Ruhu chimed in from the side, "A Great Emperor once said, 'Time is money, time is life, wasting someone's time is like robbing them of life itself.'"
"There's no need for you to beat around the bush. I concede, I won't go back on the bet I agreed to," Liao Ruyan shouted, her face flushing red before she turned and ran away.
"Zimo bro, are we being too harsh?" Lin Ruhu tugged at Xu Zimei's shoulder and asked quietly while looking in the direction Liao Ruyan had departed.
"Too harsh?" Xu Zimei asked, shaking his head with a smile.
First, he had not intended to stir up trouble; it was Liao Ruyan who sought to humiliate him and provoked him first.
Second, Liao Ruyan had long mastered the "Swallow Flying Sword Technique." Zhong Xin bringing it up for a contest was a filthy move. Wasn't that even more excessive?
Third, I'm supposed to be a villain, the kind who would wipe out your entire family for a single glare. What's wrong with being excessive?
Zhong Xin gave Xu Zimei a deep look and then hurriedly chased after Liao Ruyan.
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"Bullying a girl, what kind of skill is that?" At that moment, a discordant voice came from the gathered crowd.
The voice was very low, and because there were too many disciples gathered, Xu Zimei couldn't make out who had spoken.
"Who's whispering behind others' backs?" Lin Ruhu glared with wide eyes, asking the many youngsters in the field.
The numerous youngsters looked at each other and shook their heads in unspoken agreement.
"You see, I really dislike people who talk behind others' backs. Say what you have to say to someone's face, like a man," Xu Zimei walked forward with a light laugh, addressing the crowd: "I know that among you, there must be someone who heard who made that comment just now.
So, whoever tells me who was backbiting,
from now on you can hang with me, you'll be one of mine.
One of mine? Eh, that sounds easily misunderstood!
You'll be under me, yes, that's better, underling, my henchman."
No sooner had Xu Zimei finished speaking than someone beside him raised their hand.
"Zimo bro, I'd like to report, it was him who was backbiting."
"Right, it was definitely him, I heard it loud and clear."
"No doubt about it, he's often on good terms with me, usually talking behind your back, I vouch for it with my integrity and honor."
At this point, the youngsters in the field completely boiled over, every one of them turning into a detective prince.
All fingers pointed towards the disciple in the white robe in the middle of the field.
The reported youth was utterly baffled at that moment; he had only dared to make a few remarks because he was among the crowd.
He never expected such a cunning move!
These people, to become Xu Zimei's lapdogs, had each turned into avid flatterers.
Gifts
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Ranking 
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