Chapter Thirteen: Qin Ke'er

  The girl who suddenly appeared above my head looked like a teenager, with long black hair floating behind her, and on her head was a pale green hairpin that shone with a faint spiritual light, setting off the woman like an immortal.

  Looking at the girl, Wang Ke's heart skipped a beat, her exquisitely carved features and slender figure were instantly imprinted on his mind.

  "How beautiful! Is this a fairy?" He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, and Wang Ke's eyes were full of admiration without any hint of vulgarity. He had read about fairies in ancient books.

  However, the girl in front of him seemed to be even more beautiful than what was recorded on the book, at this moment, the girl had a displeased expression, her eyes slightly cold as she looked downwards.

  Many people on the Azure Dragon Peak couldn't help but lower their heads, some young men's faces were flushed with embarrassment, not daring to look at the girl in the sky. Others would occasionally steal glances at the girl in the sky, their eyes burning with fervor.

  Yu Zheng's face turned slightly red with embarrassment, and he stuttered: "Young Master, how did you get here? I was just joking around with him." At this time, one of his hands still held Wang Ke's treasure box, unsure whether to put it away or return it.

  "Yes, Young Master, we were just joking around with him, nothing serious." The nearby Autumn Leaf also hastily chimed in, swallowing her saliva at the same time, it was clear that both of them were somewhat tense.

  "Could it be that this young girl is the Young Master of the Shaolin Sect?" Upon hearing Yu Zheng and Akira's words, Wang Ke's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the girl with a hint of astonishment in his gaze.

  The girl in the air looks about the same age as herself, but unexpectedly her identity is actually the young master of Qingmu Sect, that must be the legitimate disciple of Qingmu Zhenren.

  Qingmu Zong is the largest sect on the Xianjin Continent, with tens of thousands of cultivators and numerous experts. The status of the young master of the sect is extremely noble, but unexpectedly, it's a 28-year-old girl. Looking at the girl, Wang Ke felt no jealousy in his heart, thinking that only someone as elegant as an immortal maiden was worthy of being the young master.

  "Hmph, are you just playing with him?" The girl let out a cold snort, and the chill emanating from her body grew even stronger. Suddenly, she stretched out her right hand, and with a swift motion, she pinched an intricate seal in front of her. Spiritual energy fluctuated, and a white light flashed from her hand, shooting straight at Zheng Er.

  When the white light appeared, a thick cold air suddenly filled the air, Wang Ke's body shook and he shivered. The girl on his head waved her hand, and a warm breeze swept over Wang Ke's body, instantly dispelling the cold air. Wang Ke nodded gratefully to the girl, but she seemed to ignore him, her eyes fixed on Yu Zheng.

  As the white light shot towards him, Yu Zheng's eyelid twitched and he instantly popped out several feet back. His right hand rose, and with a flash of light, a flying sword appeared. The sword then flashed with spiritual light, transforming into four beams of sword energy that suddenly wove together in front of him to form a web of swords.

  The sword net was held firmly behind him, with a very tight appearance. Autumn Leaf saw that Yu Zheng was using the flying sword so skillfully and couldn't help but nod his head in approval. The disciples of Qinglong Peak behind him showed an envious expression.

  Most people here are mid-term Nasal Qi practitioners, but Yu Zheng and Akira are the best among them. They use flying swords with the most proficiency. Some people behind them also have late-stage Nasal Qi, but they can't reach Yu Zheng's level.

  However, just as many people admired Zheng Xin's skill, the girl in the air curled her lip and showed a hint of disdain on her face. She pointed at the white light with her slender hand, snapped her right thumb and index finger, and a stream of spiritual energy shot out from her hand, instantly catching up to the white light in front and merging into it.

  The white light in front of him suddenly surged, the cold air emanating from it increased tenfold, and a layer of frost began to condense in the air. The people standing behind Yu Zheng couldn't help but shiver, including the disciples of Qinglong Peak.

  That white light was extremely fast and instantly arrived in front of Yu Zheng. At this time, Yu Zheng shivered with fear, gritted his teeth, and urged the sword net beside him to surround himself inside.

  That flash of white light collided with the sword net, and in an instant, a layer of frost condensed on the sharp sword net. The flying sword's spiritual light dimmed, and its spirituality was greatly lost. Then, the frost rapidly transformed into a thick ice that enveloped Yu Zheng's entire body.

  In just one breath of time, Yu Zheng was completely frozen, forming an ice sculpture on the spot. The flying sword was also frozen in place. However, Yu Zheng's eyeballs could still move, and at this moment, his eyes were filled with a shocked expression. His left hand still held Wang Ke's mysterious box.

  "No, it can't be! A single Ice Seal Technique has frozen Senior Brother Yu Zheng solid! With the same Late Nascent Soul stage, how can Master's power be so terrifying?" The cultivators from Qinglong Peak behind him were all stunned, their eyes wide with shock. Just now, Master had used a technique called Ice Seal, which was only a low-level technique, but unexpectedly, Master's usage of it had such great power! Senior Yu Zheng, also in the Late Nascent Soul stage, hadn't even been able to put up any resistance before being frozen solid.

  Wang Ke was also shocked, staring at Yu Zheng who had been frozen in ice, and forgot to rush forward to retrieve his own treasure box. Then, a white light flashed before Yu Zheng, and the woman slowly descended, casting a cold glance at Yu Zheng who had been frozen in ice.

  "After Nascent Soul stage, you're bullying a Nascent Soul beginner, you really are giving Qinglong Peak a good reputation." The Young Master's gaze swept over the cultivators of Qingmu Sect behind him, and they all lowered their heads, looking ashamed.

  "Hmph, you still want to covet the other party's spiritual stone? Your audacity is not small." The woman said as she reached out and took the precious box from Yu Zheng's hand.

  His gaze swept randomly inside the box, glanced at the lower-grade spirit stones inside, turned his head to glance at Wang Ke, then shifted his gaze back to Yu Zheng. Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand and made a grasping motion towards the empty air near Yu Zheng's waist, and incredibly, he managed to snatch over a storage bag that was tied around Yu Zheng's waist.

  Then, the master of the Shaomen sect fell silent for a moment, and then his hand flashed with a burst of spiritual light. A spirit stone emitting a faint, hazy glow appeared in his hand, accompanied by a small, several-inch-long jade vial.

  "These two things are considered your compensation for this junior brother, you have no opinion, right?" The Sect Master looked at Yu Zheng who was sealed in ice and said calmly.

  Yu Zheng's eyes, frozen in ice, rolled around, indicating that he had no opinion. At this point, how could he have even half an opinion? Although his heart was filled with pain at the moment, this mid-grade spirit stone was something he had managed to get only after much effort, and he had been planning to use it when breaking through to the next realm. The small bottle of spiritual elixir was also something he had been reluctant to use all along.

  "This junior brother of Xuanwu Peak, you don't have a storage bag, do you? I just so happen to have an extra one on me, I'll give it to you. You take care of these things yourself." Shao Menzhu said indifferently, his left hand flipped over and a palm-sized pouch appeared in his hand. In the blink of an eye, Wang Ke's treasure box, the mid-grade spirit stone, and the jade bottle all disappeared. At the same time, she reached out with one hand and beckoned, and the scattered books on the ground flew into her hand and disappeared in a flash.

  Watching one thing after another disappear, Wang Ke didn't have any worries. The young master in front of him, who looked like a fairy, wouldn't embezzle his own things.

  As expected, the young master put away his things and with a flick of his wrist, the storage bag flew over to Wang Ke, who received it with a happy heart and bowed in thanks: "Thank you, Young Master".

  "Ke'er, you're really kind-hearted, getting involved in such matters." Just then, a bright and clear voice came from afar, followed by a flash of sword light appearing on the distant horizon, shooting towards them in an instant. The people present looked up to gaze at it.

  "Is it Ke'er? Is the Young Master's name Ke'er?" Wang Ke's heart skipped a beat, thinking that this name sounded particularly good. His gaze shifted to look at the Young Master's waist, and indeed, there was a white jade pendant hanging from his belt, on which Wang Ke vaguely saw the three characters "Qin Ke'er". Wang Ke firmly committed these three words to memory.

  In an instant, the sword light from afar had already reached the sky above. A handsome young man retracted the sword light and floated down from mid-air with a faint smile on his face. The aura emanating from his body was extremely powerful, undoubtedly that of a high-ranking Qi Condensation cultivator.

  Wang Ke's gaze also shifted away from Qin Ke'er, looking at this new young man, feeling the aura emanating from him, Wang Ke was extremely shocked in his heart.

  "This person looks like he's only twenty-five or six years old, yet he has such a terrifying aura, what a genius!" Wang Ke thought to himself.

  The young man's gaze swept around, looking at the icy seal on Yu's face with a faint smile: "Ke'er Shimei's Ice Seal Technique is indeed formidable. It seems that among the younger generation, it's already hard to find an opponent who can match her. She'll probably be able to enter the Nascent Soul stage soon."

  "What's wrong, Brother Hao Xin?" Qin Ke'er's face was somewhat cold and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her attitude towards this young master a bit chilly.

  "He's one of the core disciples, no wonder he's so strong." "I heard he's a disciple from White Tiger Peak, and was promoted to core disciple just two years ago. I didn't expect him to already be a high-ranking master in the foundation period now, it's really impressive."

  As soon as the name "Ao Xin" was heard, the disciples of Qinglong Peak began to whisper among themselves, each with an expression of reverence and admiration on their faces. Ao Xin listened to these people's words, a proud smile appearing on his face.

  "Let's go, Ke'er Shimei. The Sect Master has something to discuss with you. These disciples are of low status, it's not necessary to bother with them." Ao Xin said indifferently, her gaze sweeping around the area, looking at the many disciples of Qinglong Peak with disdain. When her gaze fell on Wang Ke, she paused slightly.

  "Zuo Linggen actually became an inner disciple, and still a disciple of Xuanwu Peak. When I have nothing to do, I'd better stay in your Xuanwu Peak honestly, don't come out and wander around everywhere, aren't you afraid of losing face for your Xuanwu Peak? If seen by brothers and sisters from other sects, they will also mock our Qingmu Sect for having no one." Ao Xin said disdainfully to Wang Kelinggen, who was inferior in terms of cultivation.

  These humiliating words fell into Wang Ke's ears, like a knife cutting his heart one by one. Originally, Wang Ke saw that the young man was handsome and elegant, and at such a young age, he already had such strength, and he was born with admiration. Now, however, his eyes turned cold.

  "One day I will make you take back every word you said today." Wang Ke secretly vowed in her heart. Proud to see the hostility in Wang Ke's eyes, she frowned, somewhat displeased, and was about to take action to teach Wang Ke a lesson.

  "That's enough, you're just a bit more advanced in your cultivation, what's so special about that? Were you born in the Foundation Establishment stage?" Qin Ke'er said coldly, her face masked with frost as she gazed at Ao Xin.

  Although Ao Xin's cultivation was much deeper than Qin Ke'er, when facing Qin Ke'er's anger, he could only smile and respond with a series of apologetic smiles: "Sorry, Ke'er Shimei, it's my fault. But he's just a disciple of the miscellaneous spirit root, you don't need to get so angry, do you?"

  "Hmph, what's the big deal about being a disciple of the Miscellaneous Spirit Root? Who says that a Miscellaneous Spirit Root cultivator can't reach high levels of cultivation? Perhaps in the eyes of a highly cultivated Miscellaneous Spirit Root cultivator, you so-called superior spirit root cultivators are the real waste," Qin Ke'er said bluntly.

  When Wang Ke heard Qin Ke'er speak up for herself, she felt a sense of relief in her heart, and the unhappiness from earlier was swept away. Her gaze towards Qin Ke'er was filled with gratitude.

  "This junior brother, remember that cultivation relies on oneself. Don't be belittled by others. If anyone in the sect gives you trouble with your cultivation, you can come find me. This is my transmission token, take it." Qin Ke'er flicked her sleeve and a white jade token fell into Wang Ke's hand. She then coldly swept her gaze around the surrounding area, causing those who were looking at Qin Ke'er to lower their heads in embarrassment, their faces somewhat unsightly as they glared at Wang Ke.

  "Bastard kid, actually made me lose face in front of Ke'er Shimei, unfortunately with Ke'er Shimei here, can't vent my anger, will have to wait for another chance." A hint of cold light flashed through Ao Xin's eyes.

  "It's done, you can leave now. Remember to work hard and don't be looked down upon," Qin Ke'er said, before leaping into the air, a flash of white light appearing beneath her as a sword beam emerged, supporting her slender body as she instantly disappeared into the distance. Behind her, Ao Xin gave Wang Ke another glare before also rising into the air on a sword beam and flying away.

  Wang Ke carefully put away Qin Ke'er's transmission token and quickly headed in the direction of the Gongde Temple, leaving behind the disciples of Qinglong Peak who were staring at each other in dismay. Yu Zheng was still frozen in place, watching Wang Ke's receding back with a heart that felt as if it had been cut by a knife.

  Qin Ke'er was just passing by today, saw the disciples under her door being bullied, and felt pity so she took action. She didn't expect to leave an indelible impression on Wang Ke's heart. Nor did she expect that her own fate would be closely tied to this humble disciple of miscellaneous spirit roots in the future.