Rebirth in Against the Gods with The Ultimate System

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First match of the round of 32 – Frozen Cloud Asgard - Xia Qingyue ---versus---- Heavenly Cloud Sect – Jiang Yi

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The opening match of the Round of 32 began with none other than Frozen Cloud Asgard's Xia Qingyue. Rising calmly from her seat, she moved past her companions with quiet grace, preparing to glide toward the stage like a drifting snowflake.

"Onee-chan, do your best!" Nezuko cheered brightly from Chu Yueli's lap.

Xia Qingyue paused, glancing toward the little girl. After a moment of silence, she nodded softly. Somehow her cheer made her momentarily happy.

The match began under a bright, cloudless sky, the arena alive with anticipation. Excitement crackled in the air as the crowd prepared to witness the clash between the serene, ice-wielding Xia Qingyue and the burly swordsman Jiang Yi, ranked second among the competitors. Known for his brutal blade techniques, Jiang Yi carried an air of dominance that matched his towering frame.

Xia Qingyue stepped into the arena, her ethereal white robes of the Frozen Cloud Asgard shimmering like frost in the sunlight. Her serene yet commanding presence silenced the crowd as she readied herself. On the opposite side, Jiang Yi planted his massive sword into the ground, a confident grin spreading across his face as he eyed her.

"Don't take this personally," Jiang Yi said, his tone almost teasing as he hefted his sword onto his shoulder. "But I won't hold back just because you're beautiful."

Xia Qingyue remained composed, her gaze steady. She had no words to waste on him—her actions would speak louder than anything she could say.

"Begin!"

The gong resounded as Ling Wugou gave the signal, and Jiang Yi surged forward like a thunderstorm. His massive sword tore through the air with a deafening roar, the ground beneath him cracking as he lunged for a decisive opening strike.

Xia Qingyue moved like a whisper on the wind, sidestepping with fluid precision. Raising her hand, an icy mist gathered around her slender fingertips. With a flick of her wrist, crystalline shards of ice shot toward Jiang Yi. He spun his blade in a swift arc, shattering the shards mid-air, but the temperature around him plummeted. Frost began creeping over his armor, slowing his movements.

"Not bad!" Jiang Yi grunted, shaking off the frost as he leaped into the air, unleashing a powerful downward slash. The force of his attack created a shockwave that rippled through the arena.

But Xia Qingyue remained composed. She raised her palm, summoning an intricate barrier of ice that absorbed the brunt of the blow with a resounding crack. The shards scattered harmlessly around her.

Before Jiang Yi could recover, Xia Qingyue extended her hand again. Beneath his feet, an elegant frost lotus blossomed, its petals shimmering with deadly beauty. The icy bloom erupted, engulfing Jiang Yi in a whirlwind of glacial energy. He struggled valiantly, but the frost's relentless grip slowed his every movement. Ice began to encase his limbs, creeping up his body with unyielding precision.

Xia Qingyue exhaled softly, her demeanor calm and devoid of malice but filled with certainty.

Jiang Yi roared in defiance, attempting one final surge of strength, but the frost held him fast. His sword slipped from his grasp as he fell to his knees, immobilized in a sheath of crystalline ice.

The referee stepped forward, raising his hand high. "The winner of the first match: Xia Qingyue! She will advance to the round of 16 tomorrow."

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, their awe palpable at her effortless display of power. Xia Qingyue turned gracefully, her frosty aura lingering like a silent reminder of her dominance. As she walked off the stage, she glanced subtly toward Yun Che, her gaze unreadable yet probing.

Yun Che smiled to himself, recognizing her intent. "Looks like she's serious about figuring me out. I'll have to give her something to think about," he mused, a newfound resolve stirring within him.

The battles continued, with Xiao Kuanglei claiming victory in the third match as well, advancing to the next round.

Now, the cheers were even louder as it was the first match for the Blue Wind Imperial Family.

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Round of 32 Fifth Match – Blue Wind Imperial Family – Cang Yue ----versus----- Crimson Thunder Sect, Bu Han

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The fifth match of the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament's Round of 32 and the first battle for the Blue Wind Imperial Family pitted Cang Yue against Bu Han, a sword disciple from the Crimson Thunder Sect. Known for their mastery of swordplay and thunder-based techniques, the Crimson Thunder Sect had long dominated the battlefield, and Bu Han, a prodigy in his own right, was the clear favorite in many eyes.

"You can do this, Yue'er. The Round 32 is on another level, but you're among the best. Just give it your all," Yun Che encouraged her, his voice steady with confidence.

"Win, and we'll follow," Retsu added, her gaze focused, an unspoken promise of support in her eyes.

"Yes… I'll be sure to win!" Cang Yue nodded and took a deep breath, steeling herself as she stepped into the arena. Her father, Cang Wanhe, stood watching from the sidelines, pride swelling in his chest. His daughter had made it to this prestigious stage, a testament to the strength of the Blue Wind Imperial Family. The victory over previous opponents had solidified their place in the tournament, and now even the fiercest of competitors would think twice before underestimating her.

The moment Cang Yue entered the arena, an air of quiet intensity settled over the crowd. She had arrived with purpose, and this match, her first in the Round of 32, would not be one she would take lightly.

Cang Yue stood poised, her three blades gleaming under the sunlight. With a smooth motion, she drew Shusui and assumed her stance. Every movement was a perfect blend of elegance and ferocity, her discipline apparent in every line of her form. Across from her, Bu Han smirked as he unsheathed his massive, lightning-infused broadsword, the crackling sparks illuminating his features.

Bu Han was a 20-year-old man, his presence commanding respect despite his young age. Standing tall with a posture that exuded confidence and poise, he was a warrior on the rise, having already reached the Ninth Level of the Spirit Profound Realm. His deep purple robes, a symbol of his cultivation status, flowed elegantly around him, the fabric rich and ornate, yet practical for battle.

His long, dark hair cascaded down his back, tied loosely at the base of his neck, allowing it to sway with each movement. At his side, behind him, rested a long sword—its sheath intricately designed, and the hilt just visible from over his shoulder.

"Please guide me, Princess Cang Yue," Bu Han said, cupping his hands in a formal salute, his grip tightening on his blade.

Cang Yue's voice was calm yet unwavering, her eyes locked onto her opponent. "Please guide me as well."

The call to begin rang out, and Ling Wugou's voice echoed across the arena. "Begin!"

The gong rang out, and Bu Han wasted no time, surging forward with a thunderous swing. His blade crackled with violent sparks as it sliced through the air, aiming to overwhelm Cang Yue with sheer force.

In a blur of motion, Cang Yue sidestepped the attack effortlessly, her blade arcing in a synchronized strike. Bu Han barely managed to deflect the strikes, his eyes widening at her speed. Before he could even think of countering, Cang Yue spun gracefully, her Shusui creating a whirlwind of slashes that forced him back. Her intense training from the previous night had paid off, allowing her to produce compressed air attacks, though less powerful than her Phoenix Cannon.

Bu Han gritted his teeth, frustration rising as he channeled thunder energy into his blade. "Thunderclap Slash!" he roared, unleashing a devastating arc of lightning toward her.

Without hesitation, Cang Yue crouched low, crossing her blades in front of her as she murmured, "Ittoryu - Kirishigure! (Cutting Autumn Mist)." She dashed forward with incredible speed, her movements so fluid that she appeared to blur. Her blades sliced effortlessly through the thunderous arc, dissipating it into harmless sparks.

Closing the distance in an instant, Cang Yue unleashed a flurry of precise strikes. Each slash was a masterpiece of control, carving through Bu Han's defenses with ease. His armor cracked under the relentless onslaught, and his movements grew sluggish, unable to keep up with her superior agility.

Desperate, Bu Han leapt back, gathering his remaining strength for a final, all-or-nothing strike. "Crimson Thunder—" he began, but before he could complete the attack, Cang Yue lunged forward with a powerful, decisive strike.

"Usugasumi 'Honoka' (Dilute Mist: 'Faint')," she muttered as her sword sliced through the air in a quick horizontal slash. In one fluid motion, she sheathed her sword.

The collision of her blade with his attack sent shockwaves rippling through the arena. When the dust settled, Bu Han was kneeling on the ground, his sword shattered and his aura crushed. He remained there, defeated, acknowledging his loss.

"I concede, princess. This one acknowledges his defeat." Bu Han cupped his hands respectfully, kneeling before her. Without a word, Cang Yue stored Shusui back into its scabbard, her victory quietly confirmed.

"Blue Wind Imperial Family – Cang Yue won! She will advance to the round of 16 tomorrow!"

Bu Han's sect mates rushed to his side, offering words of encouragement and support. The loss had been inevitable, but they held their heads high, proud of how their brother had fought. The crowd, however, cheered enthusiastically for Cang Yue, acknowledging her superior skill. In the world of the tournament, the lesser sects often viewed the act of putting up a good fight against the top sects as a victory in itself. Only the top sects truly measured success by winning the tournament.

Cang Yue smiled brightly as she advanced to the next round, her victory securing the Blue Wind Imperial Family's place among the top 16. Her father, Cang Wanhe, couldn't contain his excitement, his pride evident in his beaming expression. Xue Ling also shared in the celebration, her eyes sparkling with joy at their progress. This victory had already exceeded their expectations, pushing them far beyond the top 32—now, they were among the elite, with the top 16 within reach. Even if they lost in the upcoming rounds, being ranked among the top 16 was an incredible honor.

Lin Yueru cheered loudly for her friend, her voice full of pride and excitement as Cang Yue celebrated her victory for the Blue Wind Imperial Family. Cang Yue beamed with joy, the exhilaration of winning propelling her forward, eager for the next challenge.

"Good work," Retsu said, patting Cang Yue gently on the head, her tone warm with approval.

"You're getting better," Yun Che remarked, a smile playing on his lips as he watched her, impressed with her growth.

"I did my best. Ehee…" Cang Yue grinned, her heart light with happiness from the victory.

"You did it, Yue'er! Top 16!" Lin Yueru exclaimed, wrapping her friend in a tight hug. Cang Yue laughed, the warmth of her friend's affection only adding to her sense of accomplishment. Top 16 was already in her grasp, and nothing could dampen her excitement.

Her focus quickly shifted, though. Tomorrow's match loomed large in her mind. The winner of the next match would be her next opponent, and she was already weighing her chances. Reading through the matchups, she had a good sense of who would come out on top, and she was eager to face them in the next round. She was confident in her abilities, but the challenge was only growing tougher.

The announcer's voice rang through the arena, signaling the start of the next match and it was over in a few long incenses of time.

"Frozen Cloud Asgard - Wu Xuexin wins! She advances to the round of 16 tomorrow!"

Ling Wugou's announcement echoed across the arena, and the profound display screen lit up, showing the updated bracket. Cang Yue's name appeared next to Wu Xuexin's, marking their advancement into the next stage.

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Round of 16 Third Match Set – Blue Wind Imperial Family – Cang Yue ----versus----- Frozen Cloud Asgard – Wu Xuexin

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Cang Yue's eyes widened in realization as Wu Xuexin's name appeared on the board. The match tomorrow was going to be a true test of her abilities. Her opponent was from Frozen Cloud Asgard, a sect renowned for their formidable Frozen Cloud Arts. The crowd erupted in excitement, knowing that the battle between Cang Yue and Wu Xuexin would be one of the most anticipated of the tournament.

Cang Yue felt a knot of anxiety form in her stomach. She had faced formidable opponents like Ling Feiyu of the Heavenly Sword Villa and Fen Yuange of the Burning Heaven Clan, but this would be different. The Frozen Cloud Asgard's techniques were unlike any other, and she knew she would need more than just her strength and speed to overcome Wu Xuexin.

"Against Frozen Cloud Asgard tomorrow, tough luck, Little Yue," Yun Che said, glancing at the updated matchups. According to the system, Wu Xuexin was a highly talented disciple with a cultivation of the ninth level of the Spirit Profound Realm. She was only 20 years old, but her power and skill were not to be underestimated. In the original timeline, Wu Xuexin had faced Shui Wushuang from her own sect, but this time, she would be up against Cang Yue instead.

"I know…" Cang Yue's voice faltered slightly as she took in the weight of the challenge ahead. "But I won't give up."

She clenched her fists, determination replacing the initial worry in her chest. She had already proven her strength and resilience, having made it this far in the tournament. Facing Wu Xuexin of Frozen Cloud Asgard would be another hurdle, but she was ready to rise to the occasion.

The Round of 32 continued, and soon, the next match was announced. Shui Wushuang from Frozen Cloud Asgard triumphed over her opponent and advanced to the round of 16.

"Frozen Cloud Asgard – Shui Wushuang wins! She will advance to the round of 16 tomorrow!" Ling Wugou's voice boomed, and the crowd erupted in cheers once more. High-level figures from Frozen Cloud Asgard, including Wu Xuexin and Shui Wushuang, had made it through, showcasing their incredible skills.

Cang Yue could feel the weight of the competition pressing down on her, but she refused to let it deter her. Tomorrow would be a challenge, yes, but she was more than capable of facing it head-on. She was determined to prove herself in this battle against one of the top sects, knowing that a win would not only be a personal triumph but would solidify the Blue Wind Imperial Family's place among the best in the Empire.

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Round of 32 Eight Battle – Blue Wind Imperial Family - Unohana Retsu ----- versus ------- Jin Prefecture, Zhang Wei

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"The Jin Prefecture… they made it through?" Lin Yueru muttered, a hint of surprise in her voice as she noticed their names on the board.

"Are those people strong or something? One of them is my opponent in the final matches," Yun Che asked, his curiosity piqued.

Feeling a twinge of guilt for having misjudged Yun Che as a pervert earlier, Lin Yueru kept her tone neutral. "Not exactly. I beat one of them before facing Yue'er. They're part of the Blue Wind Imperial Family Military and aligned with the Xu Family. Their young master once came to Qinglong Sect, trying to recruit potential archers for the army."

"Judging by your expression, I'm guessing it didn't go well," Cang Yue remarked, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Lin Yueru sighed, her tone tinged with annoyance. "The young master proposed to me—to be his second wife, of all things—but I rejected him outright. I ended up defeating him even though I was only at the Sixth Level Spirit Profound Realm at the time. They may be masters of Earth Profound Arts, but against a fast archer like me, he didn't stand a chance." She shook her head. "And to think he already had a fiancée from the Xu Family. Still, he had the audacity to pursue me."

"To think two of them made it through. They're even better than the Xiao Sect," Yun Che commented thoughtfully.

"They didn't face us, that's for sure," Cang Yue chimed in with confidence. "Even facing Lin Yueru, they lost one of their elites. But I'll admit, having two of their members advance is no small feat."

"Masters of the Earth Profound Arts. We've seen fire and ice in the arena, and some even use lightning," Nemu mused thoughtfully. 

"Ufuu… Don't worry, Nemu. Onee-chan will win this," Retsu replied with a soft smile, grabbing her parasol as she glided toward the arena. Her serene composure belied the fierce determination beneath. She intended to win this match and secure her place against Shui Wushuang of Frozen Cloud Asgard tomorrow. First, however, she would deal with Zhang Wei of the Jin Prefecture. 

The arena fell silent as Unohana Retsu and Zhang Wei, a prominent disciple of the Jin Prefecture, took their places. 

Zhang Wei was an imposing figure, his muscular frame towering over most of the competitors. His broad shoulders and thick arms spoke of years of intense training, his presence exuding the strength of a seasoned ninth-level Spirit Profound Realm warrior. A short, dark beard framed his weathered and stern face, complementing his dark eyes, which burned with a mixture of arrogance and confidence. He carried himself with the air of someone who believed himself an unmatched swordsman. 

His attire—a practical, army-green robe—was simple yet sturdy, designed for combat and reflective of his military background. Utilitarian embroidery adorned the fabric, emphasizing functionality over flair. A thick belt at his waist held his weapon: a gleaming sword crackling with blue lightning, the very embodiment of his power. 

Retsu stepped calmly into the center of the arena. Her presence was a stark contrast to Zhang Wei's intensity. Her elegant parasol and tranquil demeanor might have seemed out of place for a battle, but the crowd had learned better than to underestimate her. 

Zhang Wei gripped his blade tightly, his eyes scanning his opponent. He had witnessed Retsu's prowess in earlier matches but dismissed it as luck. This was his moment to prove himself, a chance to best one of the strongest from the Blue Wind Imperial Family. 

"This one seeks guidance, Fairy Unohana," Zhang Wei said with a formal bow, his voice tinged with respect as he unsheathed his sword. Blue lightning crackled ominously along its edge. 

Then his lips curled into a confident smirk, and his tone turned bold. "If this one wins, he wishes the fairy to grace him with her beauty beneath the veil." 

A murmur rippled through the audience, but Retsu's serene expression didn't waver. She simply adjusted her parasol, her gaze calm and unyielding, as the match prepared to begin.

"Hoo? He's asking for the impossible," Yun Che smirked, folding his arms. 

Ling Yun clenched his fists, his face darkening. "He dares to ask the goddess to reveal her beauty. Such audacity..." 

Retsu smiled softly, her serene demeanor unchanged as she drew her parasol sword, its polished blade gleaming under the sunlight. "If you can defeat me," she replied, her voice calm yet filled with quiet authority. 

"Begin!" Ling Wugou's voice rang out, signaling the start of the match. 

The gong sounded, and Zhang Wei wasted no time. He charged forward with a roar, his blade crackling with lightning as he unleashed a relentless flurry of strikes. Each swing of his sword sent powerful arcs of energy through the air, shattering the arena floor beneath his feet. 

But Retsu met his onslaught with unparalleled grace. Her parasol twirled effortlessly, acting as both a shield and a weapon, deflecting every rock and shard of earth he hurled her way. Her movements were fluid, each step precise, her parasol spinning elegantly to block the debris while her blade redirected his strikes with almost casual ease. 

The crowd watched in awe, mesmerized by her calm and composed defense. Retsu moved as though she were part of a dance, her actions seamless and unhurried, in stark contrast to Zhang Wei's increasingly frantic strikes. 

Her parasol shielded her from every rock-infused attack, and her sword countered his lightning-charged swings with precision. It was clear to everyone in the arena—once Retsu drew her sword, no one dared to underestimate her. 

As the match progressed, Zhang Wei's confidence began to falter. His strikes grew desperate, his movements reckless. Each attack failed to penetrate her flawless defense. 

And then, Retsu shifted to offense. Her parasol shield and sword worked in perfect harmony—a masterful combination of attack and defense. Zhang Wei's Earth-based Profound Arts were rendered ineffective, his towering strength meaningless before her elegance and skill. 

Despite the thunderous sound of clashing blades and shattering ground, Retsu's expression remained serene. She didn't need to rely on her illusion arts; her pure mastery of the blade was more than sufficient. With every passing second, it became painfully clear to Zhang Wei—and the entire arena—that he stood no chance against the goddess who wielded her parasol and sword with such effortless grace. 

"For the round of 32, this battle is quite underwhelming," Retsu mused inwardly. After clashing with disciples from the elite sects, this match felt anticlimactic, almost dull in comparison. 

In a single, fluid motion, her parasol sword arced through the air, its sharp blade catching Zhang Wei off guard. He reacted just in time to raise his sword, but the sheer force behind her strike sent his weapon flying from his grip. Before he could even process what had happened, Retsu was already upon him. 

The gleaming edge of her parasol's blade rested against his chin, its razor-sharp edge grazing his skin and drawing a fine line of blood. Zhang Wei staggered backward, his breath ragged, but Retsu closed the distance in an instant, her parasol blade now pointed unwaveringly at his throat. 

A flick of her wrist would end the match. Zhang Wei froze, his body trembling as he realized the futility of resistance. 

"You fought well," Retsu said softly, her voice carrying both warmth and finality. 

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, captivated by her elegance and lethal precision. With a practiced motion, Retsu resheath the blade of her parasol, transforming it back into its delicate, unassuming form. She offered Zhang Wei a small, compassionate smile before turning and walking off the stage, her every step exuding poise and grace. 

Zhang Wei, still stunned, slowly sank to his knees, lowering his head in defeat. His pride lay shattered, yet a newfound respect gleamed in his eyes—an acknowledgment of the overwhelming power he had just faced. The only regret he has was the face of the beauty hidden beneath the veil will never be uncovered by him.

"Blue Wind Imperial Family – Unohana Retsu won! She will advance to the round of 16 tomorrow!"

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Round of 16 Fourth Match Set – Blue Wind Imperial Family – Unohana Retsu ----versus----- Frozen Cloud Asgard – Shui Wushuang

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As the announcement echoed through the arena, Retsu smiled softly, a calm confidence emanating from her. She glanced at her elegant parasol, its intricate design catching the light, and closed it with a graceful snap. 

"Ufuu… Looks like I made it," Retsu said, her tone serene as she glided into their seating zone. 

"Good work, Nee-sama!" Nemu beamed, her youthful enthusiasm shining brightly. 

"Good work, Yue'er… Ret-chan!" Mio fanned herself while crunching on some rice crackers. "Their opponents were nobodies, but they put up a fight." 

"Retsu-chan! We made it!" Cang Yue's voice was filled with joy and pride as she joined the conversation. Advancing to the top 16 was a remarkable achievement, their rankings now among the best in the empire. However, her gaze soon shifted to the chart displaying their next opponents: two disciples from the Frozen Cloud Asgard. "But our next match… it's against the Frozen Cloud Asgard team." 

Retsu's smile didn't waver. "Nothing I can't handle, Little Yue," she said, her tone laced with unwavering confidence. 

Cang Yue frowned slightly, her own doubts creeping in. "Muu… what about me? I can't counter the Frost Profound Arts. Moreover…" She leaned in to whisper, her voice tinged with concern, "I can't transform into Nezuko in the middle of a fight." 

Retsu's eyes softened as she considered the challenge. "Maybe Yuyun could help. If she can redirect the Yin Lunar Body's power to bolster your own, it might make you invulnerable to cold just like Nezuko. Those Frozen Cloud Asgard disciples aren't pushovers, but that could level the playing field." 

Cang Yue's eyes brightened with determination. "I'll ask her later." Her mind was already racing with ideas on how to train and strategize against Wu Xuexin. 

Retsu, however, remained calm, radiating confidence. Shui Wushuang, her designated opponent, was no stranger to her, and she had already prepared herself thoroughly for the challenge. "Don't worry too much, Little Yue. Focus on your training. You'll be fine."

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"Two members of the Blue Wind Imperial Family against the elite contenders of Frozen Cloud Asgard? The battle between beauties—this is the match I've been waiting for!" one spectator exclaimed, a murmur of excitement rippling through the crowd.

"Shui Wushuang and Unohana Retsu… Princess Cang Yue and Wu Xuexin…. who's going to win?" another chimed in, sparking lively debates among the audience. Speculations flew, comparing their strengths and styles, with some even theorizing strategies for the upcoming battle.

In the Frozen Cloud Asgard seating area, Shui Wushuang clenched her fists. The name "Unohana Retsu" of the Blue Wind Imperial Family carried weight—mysterious, elegant, and undeniably dangerous. She had seen that parasol in action before, and the sheer unpredictability of its transformations left a lasting impression.

"Looks like I'll need to train for every possibility tonight," Shui Wushuang murmured, steeling her resolve. She closed her eyes, already envisioning her opponent's parasol shifting through its arsenal of forms, countering each scenario in her mind.

Next to her, Wu Xuexin crossed her arms, her expression pensive. "It seems we'll both have to face them eventually. Fighting the Blue Wind Imperial Family won't be easy."

Shui Wushuang nodded but kept her focus. "I know. This isn't a fight I can take lightly." Her tone was firm. "I'll need to be fully prepared if I want to stand a chance against someone like Unohana Retsu."

Wu Xuexin chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "You realize, if we both lose tomorrow, we'll still have to fight each other for our rankings, right?"

Shui Wushuang turned to her with a determined look. "If we lose, Xuexin, it won't be because we didn't give it our all. I'm not planning to go down without a fight—and you shouldn't either."

Wu Xuexin sighed, leaning back in her seat. "Fine, fine. I'll try to match your stubbornness."

The two exchanged a fleeting smile, though the weight of tomorrow's battles loomed over them. Each would prepare in their own way, knowing that against opponents like Retsu and Cang Yue, anything less than their best would mean certain defeat.

Xia Qingyue sat gracefully in her seat, her demeanor calm and collected. Unlike some of the other competitors, she seemed relatively relaxed. Most of her matches so far had been straightforward—her opponents either succumbed to her overwhelming ice techniques or conceded before sustaining serious injuries. However, her composure was not without purpose. She knew the real challenge lay ahead, facing the likes of Unohana Retsu, Princess Cang Yue, Ling Yun, Ling Jie, or even her brother, Xia Yuanba.

More than anything, though, her eyes were set on Yun Che. He was the reason she had entered this tournament, and she intended to settle things with him once and for all.

Her focus shifted momentarily to Xiao Kuanglei, the strongest contender from the Xiao Sect. His raw power and reputation were formidable, making him her most immediate obstacle. She mentally prepared for their inevitable clash, determined to secure her place in the round of eight.

Meanwhile, Gong Yuxian observed her disciples' progress. The matches were proceeding smoothly, but the looming battles against Unohana Retsu and Princess Cang Yue weighed on her mind. She sighed softly, knowing that the unpredictable nature of Unohana Retsu's fighting style posed a significant challenge for her disciples. Still, she resolved to provide Shui Wushuang and Wu Xuexin with pointers to help them prepare.

The tournament advanced quickly, with Xia Yuanba, Ling Jie, and Ling Yun effortlessly moving into the round of 16. Xia Yuanba, in particular, had drawn considerable attention with his display of raw power, defeating his opponent with a single devastating punch. Qin Wushuang couldn't contain his excitement, overjoyed to see Yuanba's continuous advancement.

Mai's face lit up with joy as she watched Yuanba emerge victorious, securing his place in the round of 16. Her excitement was infectious, and she couldn't hide her pride as she hurried to greet him as he step into the Imperial Family seating zone.

"Yuanba, you were amazing out there!" Mai exclaimed, her voice full of admiration.

Yuanba scratched the back of his head sheepishly, his cheeks tinged with a slight blush. "It wasn't that big of a deal…"

"Nonsense! You were incredible!" Mai insisted, producing a carefully prepared meal she had been working on. "Here, I made this for you. You must be starving after that fight."

Her eyes sparkled with warmth as she handed him a small bento box, meticulously arranged with his favorite dishes. Alongside it, she offered him a flask of cool, refreshing tea.

Yuanba accepted the meal with a wide grin, his heart swelling at her thoughtfulness. "Mai, you didn't have to go to all this trouble…"

"It's not trouble at all!" she replied, her tone soft but firm. "You've worked so hard to get here, Yuanba. Let me take care of you for once."

As Yuanba took a bite of the food, his eyes widened in delight. "This is delicious! You really outdid yourself, Mai."

Qin Wushang let out a long sigh, his gaze falling on his disciple Yuanba, who was beaming as he chatted animatedly with the noodle girl, Mai. The way Yuanba's eyes lit up and how he leaned in to listen to her every word—it was clear that she had a significant influence on him. 

Maybe this isn't so bad, Qin Wushang mused to himself. If she can inspire him, perhaps she can also push him toward reaching even greater heights.

Despite his usual reservations, Qin Wushang found himself relaxing as he observed the interaction. The girl's demeanor was spirited yet calm, and Yuanba seemed completely at ease in her presence. She might actually be good for him. Maybe I should consider involving her more, perhaps even letting her offer him advice from me.

Even as these thoughts crossed his mind, Qin Wushang couldn't help the small, proud smile that formed on his face. Yuanba's progress as his disciple had been remarkable, but seeing him so motivated and full of life made him prouder than any victory or cultivation milestone ever could. 

Amid the matches, Yun Che decided to take a break. While Retsu set out lunch for their group, he excused himself quietly, his eyes narrowing as he sensed a familiar aura nearby. His instincts told him this presence was close—perhaps too close. Without a word, he slipped away after reassuring his girls, heading toward the source.

Xia Qingyue, who had been watching him intently, felt her curiosity spark. She had been waiting for the opportunity to confront him alone, and this seemed like the perfect moment. Rising from her seat, she approached Gong Yuxian.

"Asgard Mistress, may I excuse myself for a moment?"

Gong Yuxian studied her disciple briefly before nodding. "You may, but be cautious. The participant hallways are safe from interference, but remain vigilant."

"Yes, Mistress," Xia Qingyue replied, her expression serene. Yet, the urgency in her movements betrayed her true intentions. She moved swiftly, her flowing robes trailing behind her as she pursued Yun Che's fleeting figure.

Gong Yuxian watched her go, a faint crease forming on her brow. "What could make her so intent? That girl has been unusually restless today..."

Yun Che followed the trail of the familiar energy through the quiet corridors of the arena. The presence was unmistakable. As he turned a corner, his eyes fell on her—a vision of grace and elegance walking with measured poise.

She wore the formal attire that symbolized her status as the untouchable flower of the Heavenly Sword Villa, the wife of Ling Yuefeng—Xuanyuan Yufeng. Her long, dark brown hair cascaded down her back, adorned with a delicate, ornate headpiece. Her light skin glowed under the soft lighting of the corridor, accentuating her doll-like facial structure.

Her makeup was intricate yet understated, enhancing her naturally striking features. She wore a multi-layered gown in shades of cream, white, and lavender, embroidered with intricate designs that spoke of her elevated status. The luxurious fabric shimmered faintly with her movements, while delicate, artistic tattoos on her visible arms added an unexpected touch of mystery.

A loyal attendant followed a step behind her, silent and respectful.

Yun Che stopped in his tracks, bowing his head in deference. He knew the truth about her—that she was, without her knowledge, his current agent, her actions guided by forces she could not yet comprehend. Despite this, he treated her with the respect her station demanded.

"This Yun Che greets the villa mistress."

Xuanyuan Yufeng paused and turned toward him. Her delicate brows arched slightly as she regarded him. She returned his bow, her expression calm yet inquisitive.

"Please, be at ease. You must be Yun Che of the Blue Wind Imperial Family," she said, her voice smooth and refined. "You are younger than I imagined."

Yun Che straightened, flashing his signature confident grin. "One of my many marvels, kind mistress."

Her lips curved into a faint smile. "Amusing… It is a shame the Heavenly Sword Villa does not have talents as striking as yours. Apart from my children, of course."

There was a distant tone in her voice when she mentioned her children, a hint of wistfulness that Yun Che didn't miss. He regarded her carefully, his expression softening for a brief moment.

Yun Che inclined his head slightly, his expression calm yet understanding. "Thank you for the compliment, Villa Mistress."

He could sense her inner turmoil, though it was veiled beneath her composed demeanor. Awakening to a reality where she had been absent for years, married to a man she despised, and raising his children—it was a cruel fate. Most people would have succumbed to madness, yet here she stood, serene and poised. He couldn't help but admire her resilience.

Xuanyuan Yufeng's eyes carried a faint glimmer of discontent as she spoke, "The Blue Wind Imperial Family is certainly the dark horse of this tournament. To defeat the Burning Heaven Clan, humiliate the Xiao Sect… It may only be a matter of time before your group challenges the Heavenly Sword Villa itself."

There was no malice in her tone—if anything, there was an undercurrent of hope. Yun Che caught the subtlety, the unspoken wish hidden in her words. He nodded, acknowledging her disdain for the sect she was bound to. "I'm not sure what to say to that."

She smiled faintly. "Ease yourself, young man. I do not mind the outcome whether the villa wins or not. Tell me, in your eyes, what is the Heavenly Sword Villa?"

Yun Che paused, considering her question before responding with a touch of humor, "Aside from being one of the top sects of the Blue Wind Empire backed by a sacred ground? Good, I guess."

Her lips curled into an amused expression. "Not very convincing, is it?"

He shrugged lightly. "Kind of?"

Her smile softened, but her eyes betrayed a deeper seriousness. She gazed at the distant view before turning back to him. "I share your sentiment. But tell me, if a calamity were to befall your family, what would you do, young one?"

Her words startled her attendant, who shot her a wary glance, as though the villa mistress was issuing a threat. But Yun Che remained unperturbed. He understood her intentions; this was not a threat but a warning—a message from an ally who couldn't openly reveal her true stance.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice steady as he replied, "Do whatever it takes to save them."

Her expression softened at his answer, and a genuine smile graced her lips. "Your heart is indeed genuine. If only this one were twenty years younger… To live a youth unburdened by regret and to truly understand the value of family. Then perhaps I, too, could have appreciated what it means to have a good life."

Yun Che regarded her with a mix of respect and sorrow, sensing the weight of her words. She, like so many others, was a victim of circumstances beyond her control. Yet, there was strength in her survival, and he silently vowed to keep her in mind as he pursued his own path.

Yun Che met Xuanyuan Yufeng's gaze with a steady resolve. "I am certain that one day, justice will find its way to those who are wronged. The heavens will not forsake you, Villa Mistress. Whatever wrongs they've done, they will repaid tenfold if you remain patient."

Her tense posture relaxed slightly, and a faint, almost wistful smile graced her lips. As she began to walk past him, she offered a soft parting glance, her voice calm yet laced with an unspoken warning. "I shall keep your words in mind, young one. But be cautious tonight. Evil often prowls in the shadows—great devils in human form, masquerading as kin, driven by greed and corruption."

Yun Che's eyes narrowed slightly, understanding the weight of her words.

Her attendant, Li Xuan, tilted her head in confusion. "Mistress, what do you mean by that?"

Xuanyuan Yufeng didn't stop or turn back as she answered vaguely, her tone cool and enigmatic. "Nothing of consequence, Li Xuan. I have stretched my legs long enough. Let us return."

Before disappearing down the hallway, she addressed Yun Che one last time, her voice soft yet resolute. "Young Yun Che, devils may embody the corruption of this world, but even their power can be turned against them. May this advice suffice. Good day."

Her graceful figure disappeared into the distance, leaving her attendant bewildered. Li Xuan glanced at Yun Che with a mix of pity and unease, interpreting her mistress's words as a veiled threat.

However, Yun Che understood.

Xuanyuan Yufeng wasn't threatening him; she was warning him. Her cryptic remarks confirmed his suspicions: someone from the Heavenly Sword Villa—likely Ling Yuefeng or his father—might make a desperate move tonight. He recalled the failed attempts from the previous nights. This time, they might go all out.

But Yun Che also sensed something more profound in Xuanyuan Yufeng's actions. Despite being trapped in a life she didn't choose, she had regained her original memories and identity through his efforts. No longer bound by mind control, she now moved of her own will, reclaiming her life and subtly sabotaging the villa from within using the knowledge he gave her.

Her willingness to risk herself, despite not fully understanding the role she played, earned Yun Che's respect. She had chosen to act from the shadows, not as his puppet, but as a woman seeking justice for the years stolen from her.

"Thank you, Xuanyuan Yufeng," Yun Che murmured under his breath, his expression solemn yet grateful.

Now, his focus shifted. If an assault were imminent tonight, he needed to prepare. The safety of his family and allies was paramount. His Mihawk persona wouldn't need to intervene, but Yun Che mused that perhaps a diversion was in order—something to turn their attack into an opportunity to strike back.

A plan began to form in his mind, one that could exploit their arrogance while keeping his family secure. His lips curved into a determined smile.

As Yun Che plans to walk back, a figure appeared before him, her presence graceful yet commanding, like a swan descending from the heavens. It was none other than Xia Qingyue. Her exquisite robes fluttered gracefully with each step, a testament to her ethereal presence. Her strikingly beautiful eyes, deep and enigmatic, fixed on him with unwavering intensity. 

"Qingyue…" Yun Che said, his voice calm yet cautious, as he met her penetrating gaze. How long had she been standing there? Had she overheard his conversation with Xuanyuan Yufeng? 

"Greetings, Sir Yun," Qingyue replied, her tone calm but laced with subtle intensity.

Yun Che nodded slightly. "Hey… what brings the young mistress of the Asgard here?"

"Quite a conversation you had with the Villa Mistress," she said, her voice steady. "It seems she is… acquainted with you."

Yun Che smiled faintly. "Ah, she merely gave me a warning."

Qingyue remained silent for a moment, her eyes sharp and calculating. Why would the Villa Mistress warn Yun Che? Was it for offending her—or for something far graver? Choosing her words carefully, she asked, "A warning? What kind of warning, if this Qingyue may ask?"

"Who knows…" Yun Che replied evasively.

Her expression tightened. "Dodging again… Is this Qingyue not worthy of knowing the world around you?"

"You're the Asgard Mistress, Qingyue. I once said when we last met… I'm just—"

"A replacement," she interrupted, her voice cutting. "You said this before." She stepped forward, her frost-coated aura intensifying, making the air between them chill and heavy. Her gaze bore into his. "If you are not the Xiao Che or Yun Che this Qingyue married, then answer this: Who are you? What in the world are you? This Qingyue will not leave without an answer."

Yun Che's expression remained calm, though her rising frost aura made him acutely aware of her seriousness. "I cannot answer that question."

Her disappointment was palpable, but her resolve didn't waver. Frost energy crackled around her hands, a clear sign that she was ready to act if he refused further.

He walked past her with measured steps, speaking over his shoulder. "However, let's meet in the arena—if you make it through. When we face each other, defeat me, and I'll answer your questions truthfully. I won't dodge. I swear it."

"This Qingyue will hold you to that promise," she said coldly, her chilling aura sharpening like a blade. "You will answer this Qingyue, one way or another."

Yun Che resisted the urge to sigh aloud, though his internal monologue betrayed his unease. "Yikes… this chick is really serious."

Feigning a cough, he asked, "Why are you so determined to know the truth? We barely know anything about each other. Even if I told you everything… would it really change anything?"

She froze at his words, her icy confidence faltering for the first time. He had struck a nerve. What would she truly gain by knowing the answers?

"This Qingyue…" she murmured, her voice soft but conflicted.

Before either could say another word, a voice echoed through the hallway, breaking the tense silence between them.

A man in his early twenties approached them, his dark hair neatly slicked back, and his sharp features accentuating an air of arrogance. His attire, a long-sleeved jacket or robe in muted tones of dark gray and brown, suggested wealth but lacked refinement. His eyes burned with disdain as he fixed them on Yun Che. 

"Mu Che… So, the cripple becomes strong. The retarded, banished young master survives and somehow gains power," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. 

"Huh?" Yun Che blinked, genuinely puzzled. Mu? When did he ever go by that name? "Who the hell are you?" 

The man's face twisted in outrage. "You dare not recognize me? Zhang Jin, son of Prefecture Chief Zhang Chong of the Jin Prefecture in the Blue Wind Empire!" 

Yun Che glanced at Xia Qingyue, shrugging as if to ask her if she knew this character. She returned his gaze with a serene shake of her head, her lashes fluttering as she dismissed any recognition. 

Unbothered, Yun Che looked back at Zhang Jin, his tone as nonchalant as ever. "Dude… really? I don't know you at all." 

Zhang Jin's eyes narrowed, his indignation flaring. "You can pretend all you want but to think the once-retarded fool now not only speaks but fights for the Blue Wind Imperial Family! You think defeating Fen Juebi of the Burning Heaven Clan makes you mighty? Let me remind you, the sickly idiot banished from the Xu family is still just that—a fraud! In our match later, I'll show everyone that your so-called strength is nothing but a facade. A True Profound Realm practitioner like you will be easily crushed!" 

Yun Che crossed his arms, his mind piecing together who Zhang Jin might be. Ah, yes. My opponent for the last match of the round of 32. Just another arrogant punk with a fragile ego. And that name—Mu Che? Truly, it couldn't be more ridiculous. 

"You know him?" Yun Che asked Xia Qingyue, tilting his head toward Zhang Jin. 

Her expression remained unbothered as she replied, "No." 

Zhang Jin's focus shifted abruptly. His expression softened, and his cheeks turned red as he noticed Xia Qingyue. The swan-like beauty of the Frozen Cloud Asgard stood before him, her cold elegance radiating effortlessly. Attempting to salvage his dignity, he bowed low. 

"Xia Qingyue of the Frozen Cloud Asgard. It is an honor to meet…" 

"Shut it," Xia Qingyue cut him off icily, her voice sharp and dismissive. 

Zhang Jin's mouth hung open, his bravado crushed as her words echoed in the empty hallway. Yun Che barely contained a chuckle as he watched Zhang Jin squirm under the weight of Xia Qingyue's disdain.

Zhang Jin stood frozen, awkwardness radiating off him in waves after Xia Qingyue's cold dismissal. 

"Whooo, shot down in an instant," Yun Che teased, his voice laced with mock sympathy. Then, turning back to Zhang Jin, he added, "You've got the wrong guy, by the way. I'm Yun Che, not this Mu Che—or whatever unlucky soul you're mistaking me for." 

Before Zhang Jin could respond, a voice cut through the tension. 

"So, this is where you ended up, Mu Che… To think my nominal husband would be here." 

A young woman approached, her cultivation at the Fourth Level Spirit Profound Realm. Her long dark brown hair was styled in an elegant bun, and her striking golden-yellow eyes gleamed with surprise—or was it mischief? She wore a stunning, intricately designed lavender top with light blue and gold accents, the outfit shimmering as if dusted with glitter. 

"Nominal husband? You married this woman before marrying me?" Xia Qingyue asked, her voice calm but tinged with skepticism. Her gaze moved from Yun Che to the woman, sizing her up.

The woman's expression twisted upon seeing Xia Qingyue. The disparity between their beauty was like heaven and earth. Xia Qingyue's serene elegance dwarfed her own charms, and jealousy flashed in her eyes. Still, she knew better than to offend someone from Frozen Cloud Asgard. 

Yun Che shrugged, feigning confusion. "I have no idea what they're talking about. I spent most of my life in the Xiao Clan, remember? They must have mistaken me for someone else. Honestly, 'Mu Che'? If I were playing along, I'd pick a better name than that. Maybe it's just one of those things where the heavens made seven people in the world who look alike. Maybe there's a 'Mu Che' running around Blue Wind Empire with my face. Who knows?" 

"..." Xia Qingyue sighed, standing silently beside him. The man before her seemed so different from the Yun Che she had married—or was supposed to marry. There was something far more profound and enigmatic about him, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something vast and untold. 

"More importantly," Yun Che added, glancing at the woman, "who the hell is this?" 

Before Xia Qingyue could reply, Zhang Jin stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the woman from behind and kissing her cheek with a grin. "Qian'er, you're here," he cooed, his voice dripping with affection. 

The display was as sudden as it was bizarre. Yun Che blinked, completely thrown off. Meanwhile, Xia Qingyue sighed again, a frosty aura beginning to emanate from her as her patience wore thin. 

"What the heck is wrong with these two?" Yun Che muttered under his breath, watching their overly affectionate display with an expression of sheer confusion. The audacity of their behavior was almost impressive. 

Xia Qingyue, meanwhile, cast him a sidelong glance, her cold gaze making it clear she was seconds away from freezing the lot of them, Yun Che included.

"Xu Qian is now my fiancée, Mu Che," Zhang Jin declared proudly, puffing his chest as if he had accomplished something extraordinary. 

Yun Che exhaled a long sigh, rubbing his temples. "Oh, so that's her name. For the last time, I am not Mu Che—I am Yun Che. I don't care if she's your fiancée, wife, girlfriend, or even your slave. It has nothing to do with me." 

"Yun Che, Mu Che… it's all the same," Xu Qian said dismissively, crossing her arms with a smug look. 

"It's not!" Yun Che shot back, visibly exasperated. "I'm not whoever this Mu Che is! Next time, try listening with your ears, not your elbows!" 

Zhang Jin smirked, clearly enjoying the confrontation. "No matter who you say you are, you're my opponent, and I'll make sure you regret showing up here. Ready to taste my boot?" 

"I don't even care," Yun Che muttered, waving off the empty threat. 

Then, as if oblivious to the rising tension, Xu Qian plastered on a look of mock pity. "I'm sorry, Mu Che. You're a nice man, but we're just not meant to be together." 

Yun Che raised an eyebrow, confusion written all over his face. "Excuse me?" 

"Having an idiot husband like you would ruin my reputation even more. Kicking you out of the Xu Family and sending you back to the countryside was the best thing that could've happened," she said sweetly, her tone oozing false innocence. 

"The hell is this woman even talking about?" Yun Che turned to Xia Qingyue for answers, but she only sighed. 

"This Qingyue knows nothing of this nonsense. Do not ask her," Xia Qingyue replied, exasperation creeping into her usually composed demeanor. 

Xu Qian smirked triumphantly, ignoring Yun Che's frustration. "You might be strong now, but you're still the same idiot in my eyes. Zhang Jin will crush you easily. What's a True Profound Realm compared to his Half-Step Earth Profound Realm? Even I'm stronger than you. And let's be honest—why would Xia Qingyue even look at you?" 

"Sure… sure…" Yun Che muttered, shaking his head. A smirk tugged at his lips as he resisted the urge to reveal that the woman standing beside him was, in fact, his wife. 

"Hmph!" Xu Qian sneered. "I'll show you, Mu Che. You were nothing back then, and you're still nothing now. You might as well give up before Zhang Jin humiliates you completely." 

With that, Zhang Jin grabbed Xu Qian by the waist and strutted away, their arrogance radiating in every step. 

Yun Che let out a long, exhausted breath. "What the hell was that all about? Do they seriously believe I'm this Mu Che?" 

Xia Qingyue, walking a step behind him, sighed quietly. She said nothing more, choosing to hold back her questions for now. She had made up her mind to confront him in the arena—and this time, she would get the answers she sought. 

Yun Che, hands tucked in his coat pockets, continued walking. The faintest smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Half-Step Earth Profound Realm? This should be interesting."