With Heaven-Defying Talent, I Actually Became Lu Xueqi

Under her gaze, three figures suddenly squeezed in from outside the arena.

These three were none other than Zhang Xiaofan, Du Bishu, and the already-finished competitor, Zeng Shushu.

This time, Zeng Shushu hadn’t been so lucky.

In his match, he had directly encountered Qi Hao.

Although he possessed the strength of the Seventh Level of Jade Purity Realm, making him one of the standouts within the Qingyun Sect, facing Qi Hao—who was at the Ninth Level of Jade Purity Realm—led to a straightforward defeat, denying him entry into the final four.

Zeng Shushu was slightly dissatisfied with the result, but given that his strength fell short and luck hadn’t favored him, he had no choice but to accept it with resignation.

Afterward, he headed toward the arena where Zhang Xiaofan was competing.

Just as he arrived at Zhang Xiaofan’s arena, he discovered that his good friend had already defeated his opponent and was stepping down from the stage.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan called over Du Bishu and Zeng Shushu, and the three of them quickly made their way toward the arena where Lu Xueqi and Tian Ling’er were fighting.

At that moment, all three were deeply invested in this match.

Zeng Shushu was purely driven by his admiration for the beauty of Lu Xueqi and Tian Ling’er.

As for Zhang Xiaofan, he was filled with worry.

He didn’t want anything to happen to either Lu Xueqi or Tian Ling’er.

Tian Ling’er had been his childhood companion, and the bond between them in this life ran deep.

Lu Xueqi, in his previous life, had also been a deeply entangled figure in his emotions—someone he cared for greatly.

Thus, he was desperate to know the outcome of their match.

However, by the time they arrived at the arena, the battle between Lu Xueqi and Tian Ling’er had already concluded.

Seeing this, Zeng Shushu couldn’t help but wail.

“Damn it! We rushed here only to be late. This was the fight I was looking forward to the most!”

Du Bishu nodded in agreement beside him.

He had never believed that Tian Ling’er could defeat Lu Xueqi today.

In Du Bishu’s view, the chances of Tian Ling’er winning were extremely slim—the outcome had been within his expectations.

He had insisted on coming only to catch another glimpse of Lu Xueqi’s elegance.

Even now, with a veil covering her face, Lu Xueqi’s ethereal beauty and her noble, aloof aura had already won the hearts of countless male disciples within Qingyun Sect.

Zhang Xiaofan pushed his way through the crowd with effort and entered the inner circle.

Seeing the Qingyun Sect disciples beginning to disperse, he quickly ran over to Tian Buyi and asked,

“Master, how did Senior Sister’s match go?”

As he spoke, he glanced with concern at Tian Ling’er, then turned to look at Lu Xueqi, who was walking away alongside Master Shuiyue. His eyes brimmed with complicated emotions.

Tian Buyi’s expression was a bit grim as he shook his head.

“Your Senior Sister lost.”

Although Zhang Xiaofan had mentally prepared himself, hearing those words still sent a jolt through his heart.

He quickly turned to Tian Ling’er and comforted her.

“Senior Sister, are you alright? Did you get hurt during the fight?”

Tian Ling’er, who had been feeling a bit down, couldn’t help but brighten a little at Zhang Xiaofan’s concern.

“Junior Brother, I’m fine.”

She then gave Zhang Xiaofan a faint smile.

Upon seeing Zhang Xiaofan return, Tian Buyi asked offhandedly.

“Old Seventh, how did your match go? You lost, didn’t you?”

Zhang Xiaofan immediately turned and respectfully replied.

“Master, your disciple won.”

At the moment, Tian Buyi was still focused on Tian Ling’er’s defeat and absentmindedly responded.

“It’s alright, Xiaofan. A loss is a loss. For Dazhu Peak to have two disciples make it into the top eight is already quite good.”

Just then, Su Ru let out a sudden cry of surprise.

“Xiaofan, what did you say? Y-you won?”

Tian Buyi’s thoughts were interrupted. Snapping back to attention, he turned wide-eyed toward Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded firmly.

“Madam, I won.”

Tian Buyi’s eyes widened in shock, and his previously grim face lit up with joy.

He eagerly asked.

“Old Seventh, what happened? How did you beat your opponent?”

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and explained.

“Master, I only used a bit of strength, and my opponent fell straight to the ground.”

Tian Buyi’s mouth twitched slightly upon hearing this.

He couldn’t help but glance at Du Bishu, wanting to confirm the truth of the matter.

Du Bishu, seeing Tian Buyi’s gaze, nodded.

Although he hadn’t clearly seen the entire process of Zhang Xiaofan’s fight, it was indeed as Zhang Xiaofan had said. His opponent had suddenly collapsed after clashing with his magical weapon.

Du Bishu then relayed everything he had witnessed in detail to Tian Buyi.

After hearing it all, Tian Buyi’s eyes widened in astonishment.

However, upon realizing that Zhang Xiaofan had made it into the final four, he grew excited and burst into hearty laughter.

“Hahaha! Xiaofan, well done!”

He had never expected such a delightful surprise.

Previously, he had already mentally prepared himself for all Dazhu Peak disciples to be eliminated in the top eight.

Who could have thought that it would be his least promising disciple, Zhang Xiaofan, who would successfully advance to the final four?

Once the excitement passed, Tian Buyi’s face still shone with joy as he looked earnestly at Zhang Xiaofan and said,

“Xiaofan, you did well!”

Immediately after, his expression turned concerned as he asked,

“Xiaofan, were you hurt during the match?”

Seeing the worry in his master’s eyes, Zhang Xiaofan shook his head.

“Master, I’m fine. Not a scratch. You don’t need to worry.”

Only then did Tian Buyi nod with relief.

“Good! Let’s head to the Jade Purity Hall now and prepare for the semi-finals.”

The tournament schedule was tightly packed today, and Dao Xuan intended to finalize the rankings of the Seven Peaks Tournament before the day ended.

Now, only the semifinals and the final match for first and second place remained.

Led by Tian Buyi and the others, Zhang Xiaofan headed toward the Jade Purity Hall.

By this time, all the disciples of Qingyun Sect were already aware of the tournament results.

No one was surprised that Qi Hao and Lu Xueqi had advanced to the final four.

Qi Hao had always been the top favorite to win the championship, and Lu Xueqi’s reputation had long preceded her.

But the news of Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan entering the final four left everyone stunned.

Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan had only joined Qingyun Sect a few short years ago, yet both had displayed formidable cultivation throughout the matches.

Especially Lin Jingyu—his overwhelming strength, combined with the Divine Weapon of the Nine Heavens, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, had unleashed terrifying power.

Every strong opponent he had faced came away with a newfound respect for him.

Even the various Peak Masters who had come to watch the tournament had begun to pay close attention to him.

Not only was Lin Jingyu handsome, but his cultivation was also powerful, and his reputation within Qingyun Sect was steadily rising, vaguely showing signs of surpassing even Qi Hao.

After this Seven Peaks Tournament, disciples throughout Qingyun Sect had been fervently discussing who was stronger—Qi Hao or Lin Jingyu.

These whispers soon reached Qi Hao’s ears, causing his expression to darken considerably.

He felt that his prestige was being threatened and secretly swore.

If he encountered Lin Jingyu in the semifinals, he would make sure to teach him a harsh lesson.

As for the other finalist, Zhang Xiaofan, most of the disciples were full of disdain.

According to those who had fought him, every time they battled Zhang Xiaofan, they would inexplicably feel their blood surging uncontrollably, only to lose the fight in a daze.

Thus, many disciples in Qingyun Sect held a poor opinion of Zhang Xiaofan, believing his victories were purely due to luck—or even underhanded methods…