Chapter 80.2 Teenage Affection

“Su Su is young, and has never participated in the Immortal Sect Competition. I apologize on her behalf,” Qu Xuanzi said.

As soon as he spoke, not to mention the disciples, but even the various sect elders quickly cupped their fists and said it didn’t matter.

Su Su pulled Fuya and sat beside Qu Xuanzi.

Many people looked at her curiously, while her fellow disciples looked at her with loving gazes and signaled their approval with their eyes.

Su Su broke into laughter and winked at them too.

Realizing that the person who’d come was Qu Xuanzi’s daughter, Cen Mixuan bit her lip.

She’d originally intended to present herself in front of Qu Xuanzi, but Yue Fuya’s accident made her unable to control her temper. Qu Xuanzi loved his daughter so much that even when Su Su interrupted the competition, he only turned a blind eye. Cen Mixuan was very dissatisfied inside.

Ying Zhuang stepped forward worriedly and softly called to her, “Junior Sister.” 

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However, it was exactly this person who’d won nine consecutive rounds on the first day, and defeated the eldest disciple of Chixiao Sect within three moves today.

He’d curled his five fingers into a claw and held the other disciple by his neck. At that moment, his icy-cold gaze made everyone feel like he was about to kill his opponent.

But then, he humbly and flurriedly helped his opponent up and apologized in an uneasy and embarrassed manner.

Due to interrupting the competition to save Fuya on the first day, for the next two days, Su Su sat well-behaved beside Qu Xuanzi, not wanting to cause him any trouble.

When she heard about “Xiaoyao Sect’s disciple”, her heart inexplicably palpitated.

Today, Yao Guang returned and sighed, “That person is indeed amazing. Even I can’t manage to defeat the eldest disciple of Chixiao Sect within just a few moves. I saw his moves and found them very cruel, but perhaps it’s a misconception caused by different cultivation methods. After all, that male disciple was much more polite and gentle than Cen Mixuan.”

“What does he look like?” Su Su asked.

Yao Guang smiled sheepishly and said, “Anyway, he’s not as good-looking as Gongye Jiwu.”

Su Su: “……”

She shouldn’t have asked Yao Guang about appearances. In her eyes, Gongye Jiwu was the best-looking in the world.

Perhaps I’m too sensitive, Su Su thought to herself.

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The person who’d brought the disciples to the competition for Xiaoyao Sect was called Zang³藏 (zàng) – Tibet (abbreviation for Xizang); storehouse/depository; Buddhist or Taoist scriptures Hai⁴海 (hǎi) – ocean; sea. He was fat, modest, and looked like Maitreya⁵弥勒佛 (Mílèfó) – Laughing Buddha (Bodhisattva (菩萨) usually represented as a very stout monk wearing a broad smile, and with a naked chest and paunch exposed)

Image: when he laughed.

He was Immortal Lord Zhao⁶兆 (zhào) – a surname; sign; omen; portent You⁷悠 (yōu) – leisurely; long or drawn out; remote in time and space ’s eldest disciple with mediocre cultivation. He’d used several hundred years to break through Gold Core to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Although his alcohol tolerance was very bad, he loved to drink, and was always so drunk that he couldn’t open his eyes all year round.

In the past century, Zang Hai had also participated in the competition, but he couldn’t last through the second round before he was kicked down.

This time, his Master had asked him to bring his newly recruited Little Junior Brother, and Zang Hai naturally didn’t have any expectations for him.

After all, it’s Xiaoyao Sect, everyone understood, and winning or losing wasn’t a concern.

At first, during the competition, Zang Hai guarded his Little Junior Brother in black. After thinking for a moment, he muttered, “Why don’t I take advantage of this time to drink? When I wake up, Junior Brother will be eliminated and we can just rush back to Xiaoyao Sect.”

As soon as he drank, he fell into a dead sleep.

When he woke up again, the young man in black nudged him, “Senior Brother, Senior Brother Zang Hai.”

Zang Hai opened his blurry eyes, and the young man’s face came into sight. He hiccuped and patted the shoulder of the person who’d arrived, “Little Junior Brother, is your competition done?”

“Senior Brother, it’s long over.”

“It’s over? Let’s go back then.” Zang Hai happily comforted, “You just joined the sect, consider participating in the competition as broadening your horizons. We, the Xiaoyao Sect, won’t compete with these common people⁸for fame/ranking/ etc.”

His Junior Brother in black shyly smiled, “Senior Brother is right.”

Zang Hai hung his gourd of alcohol on his waist, “Come, come, let’s go back to the sect.”

The black-clad disciple didn’t move and seemed embarrassed, “Senior Brother, I’ve advanced to the next level.”

Zang Hai: “……”

He’d originally thought that his Little Junior Brother was joking, but unexpectedly, when Zang Hai wobbled over to the side room, a group of people gathered around him to inquire, “What’s the origin of your Xiaoyao Sect’s newly accepted disciple? That eldest disciple of Chixiao Sect couldn’t last more than three moves under his hands.”

Zang Hai scratched his head. T-this can’t be, right?!

What’s the situation? Am I listening to some horror story?

After Little Junior Brother joined the sect, he clearly wasn’t interested in anything, not fighting or striving, just looking pitifully thin and weak. This time, although the Soul Calming Lamp was an immortal artifact, for most people, it didn’t have much purpose.

Why is Little Junior Brother as crazy as a dog, defeating people in just three moves! 

When he turned around, the young man had already disappeared, his whereabouts unknown.

I’m afraid only Master is clear about Little Junior Brother’s origin.

The whole Xiaoyao Sect was lazy, but there was something good about them, their hearts were pure and kind. Two years ago, Master had picked up a bloody person from some unknown corner. His body was covered in slash⁹撕咬 (sīyǎo) – with the teeth, like one animal attacking another marks, and in some areas, white bones could be eerily seen; he looked really miserable and pitiful. 

Immortal Lord Zhao You had treated his injuries, and his flesh slowly grew back. Later, upon testing his spiritual root, good heavens, he was actually a thunder attribute heavenly spiritual root.

Immortal Lord Zhao You was overjoyed and hurriedly took him in as his disciple, putting his heart and soul into teaching him.

Little Junior Brother was well-behaved and sensible. Everyone in the entire sect had an especially favorable impression of him. Immortal Lord Zhao You was afraid that Little Junior Brother would despise the sect for being weak¹⁰扶不起的阿斗 (fúbùqǐ de Ādǒu) – disappointing person; hopeless case; weak and inept person, but he didn’t expect that after realizing it he didn’t mind at all, and still remained in Xiaoyao Sect.

But details of where his Little Junior Brother had come from and what kind of past he’d had, Zang Hai had absolutely no idea¹¹一问三不知 (yī wèn sān bù zhī) – lit. to reply “don’t know” whatever the question (idiom); complete ignorance.

Defeating the eldest disciple of Chixiao Sect in three moves, is it really not a joke?

Zang Hai trembled. For the first time, he felt like his Little Junior Brother was a little scary. It can’t be, right! Little Junior Brother has just cultivated for two years. Master only asked me to bring the newbie Little Junior Brother to widen his horizons!

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Edited by: Gaze