Just when it matters most, the chain breaks. If you can rely on a man, pigs can climb trees.
Xin Lin gritted her teeth in frustration.
(Mommy, look over here)
Inside the Sealing Spirit Talisman, the domineering golden egg hops about, only hoping to catch Mommy Xin Lin’s eye.
"Releasing you would literally get roasted over a fire."
Xin Lin said irately.
It’s unclear whether the Overlord Egg is a demon or a monster. Its appearance might just add fuel to the fire and make things ssier.
"Xin Lin, what are you dawdling for? The contest has started!"
Grandmaster Jin urged from the side.
In the blink of an eye, the rest ti had passed.
"Dear... daughter... fight fight fight."
Silly Chu sat next to Emperor Longteng, his face blooming with a silly grin.
Xin Lin slowly walked onto the platform.
The platform was previously severely damaged but had been repaired. Zhang Zhiqing stood tall and straight, her face full of disdain as she looked at Xin Lin.
"Unexpectedly, you are my final opponent. You’re far inferior to Murong Ziyue."
Zhang Zhiqing had been keeping an eye on Xin Lin.
A country girl who has been running on sheer dumb luck since the written examination.
Unexpectedly, she blitzed her way into the Imperial Examination and even beca Chu Bei’s daughter.
So people are just born lucky.
But in the face of absolute strength, luck is useless.
"I’m not as good as Ziyue, but I’m slightly better than you. After all, I have Superior Talent."
Xin Lin smiled, not irritated in the slightest.
"You! I really want to see the extent of your so-called Superior Talent!"
Zhang Zhiqing’s eyes almost spat fire.
True Qi began to stir within her.
Xin Lin could feel a dark, murderous aura swirling around the platform.
The aura was chilling to the bone.
Xin Lin felt her limbs becoming significantly slower.
Zhang Zhiqing moved gracefully, swift as the wind, her leg sweeping out.
The formidable True Qi of the Xuanwu Eighth Layer roared towards her like a tiger.
Xin Lin felt a tight pressure all over her body; she hesitated not and t it with a punch.
Where the leg wind passed, Xin Lin’s right hand went numb, and she staggered several steps backwards.
Xuanwu Eighth Layer, such fierce True Qi.
Xin Lin was slightly taken aback, no wonder Murong Ziyue found this person difficult to deal with.
Pride Corpse was right, she’s not a match rely by contending in True Qi.
Her Fu Xi’s Energy had only just broken through the Martial Master cultivation level, which was far behind Zhang Zhiqing.
"Looks like Young Master Jin was right, even the Longteng Stele can be wrong sotis, you are not a true Advanced Spirit Master."
Zhang Zhiqing looked at Xin Lin, truly perplexed as to how such a useless person defeated Young Master Jin.
Even the Seventh Prince, a Basic-level Spirit Master, knows several Spirit Arts.
But Xin Lin, supposedly an Advanced Spirit Master, only dodges and uses simplistic martial fighting when facing an enemy, which is utterly baffling.
"What’s going on? Why isn’t Xin Lin fighting back?"
"She’s an Advanced Spirit Master, right? How co she doesn’t know any Spirit Art?"
Below the platform, the spectating candidates and ministers were all buzzing with discussion.
Grandmaster Jin scoffed coldly.
"What kind of Spirit Master is she? Since she got on the stage, she’s been resorting to the lowest levels of Ghost Escape Technique. She hasn’t displayed a single Spirit Art. I see her as nothing but bluffing. We’ve all been deceived."
Grandmaster Jin saw clearly.
There wasn’t a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation throughout the entire platform; she couldn’t possibly be a real Spirit Master!
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