SQLJBFDTW Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Grand Competition (2) Who is the Homosexual?

When it was broad daylight, the competition grounds were already surrounded by crowds of people.

Young Nascent Souls, which one wasn’t a leading figure from their respective families? They were all the center of attention, almost escorted onto the stage by their fellow disciples. At a glance, each one was energetic and brimming with youthful spirit.

Chao Jianxue covered his mouth and yawned, looked around, and didn’t recognize anyone. He picked up a Nascent Soul contestant roster from a table and started browsing it as a pastime.

These large pictures, these captions.

It’s like celebrity promotional flyers.

The first page was Yu Wei’s name.

In the picture, Yu Wei stood holding a sword. The painting was slightly inferior to the real person in capturing his spirit, but it thoughtfully highlighted his characteristics.

Sword named “Only,” jade lotus sword tassel.

A beauty like jade, a sword like a rainbow, autumn waters for spirit, jade for bone.

Below the portrait was something like a slogan –

“The wind brushes a single autumn water, the sound moves with jade coldness.”

Chao Jianxue “slammed” the roster shut, not interested in looking at such obvious fan-attribute slogans. He had just recovered from his illness, so he walked slowly. His shoulder was suddenly bumped by someone, and he dropped the roster. He bent over to pick it up.

“It’s you?”

An exaggerated tone of voice, completely out of tune.

“Oh, it’s the eldest disciple of Fuxian Mountain from the Wuwu Sect. Senior Brother is walking a bit slowly, blocking our way. I was careless too. I hope Senior Brother doesn’t blame me.”

Chao Jianxue casually raised his head to look. Unfortunately, the disciple who bumped into him was from the Tianyao Sect. There wasn’t much sincerity in the apology on his face. Behind him, Mo Zezhi’s expression was also very awkward.

But that awkwardness was fleeting. Mo Zezhi crossed his arms and struck a condescending pose: “Senior Brother Jianxue, since you’re not feeling well, you shouldn’t have come out.”

“Our Senior Brother Zezhi really doesn’t like it. Senior Brother Jianxue, you should find someone else!” someone chimed in.

The Tianyao Sect disciples looked at each other, revealing mischievous smiles. They all thought Chao Jianxue was that sick homosexual who wanted to force himself on Mo Zezhi and break him, and now that he’s recovered, he’s come out to find Mo Zezhi again.

Chao Jianxue didn’t speak, just stood up straight, looking at them coldly, his chin slightly raised, displaying an expression of disdain, as if he were looking at idiots.

At the same time, he made a “tsk” sound.

The upper beam is not straight, and the lower beam is crooked. This generation of Tianyao Sect disciples aren’t good people, so it’s clear that the Tianyao Sect isn’t a good place either.

Seeing his expression, Mo Zezhi, the real homosexual, felt a strange itch. Before, Chao Jianxue always looked at him with longing eyes. When had he ever looked at him with such contemptuous eyes, as if he were a completely different person, not stupid anymore?

Now he only felt that Chao Jianxue was exuding a vitality he had never had before. Even this kind of look made him feel inexplicably alluring.

He licked his teeth and said, “Senior Brother Jianxue, perhaps there have been many misunderstandings before. Zezhi will apologize to you later, how about it?”

Chao Jianxue felt disgusted looking at his face for too long, let alone hearing such greasy words.

He said expressionlessly, “I fuck your ancestors, you idiot.”

His pronunciation was accurate and sonorous.

The surrounding disciples who heard it widened their eyes and turned their heads to look.

A beauty cursing was very explosive.

Chao Jianxue raised his foot and walked forward, deliberately bumping into the Tianyao Sect disciple who had bumped into him earlier.

With so many people watching, Mo Zezhi, who valued face very much, had an ugly expression: “Chao Jianxue! Don’t be so shameless!”

Chao Jianxue rolled his eyes at him as he brushed past him.

Mo Zezhi was so angry that he almost drew his sword, threatening him in a low voice: “Believe it or not, I’ll ruin your reputation?”

“Dog barking?”

“What are you saying so uncleanly!”

Chao Jianxue glanced at him, his disdain tinged with a kind of seductive allure, making it easy to overlook his inner machinations.

He rolled his eyes and said, “Defeat my junior brother first, otherwise you’re nothing.”

Mo Zezhi pressed his sword: “You wait!”

Chao Jianxue ignored him, exuding a kind of “come hit me if you’re unhappy” ease, raised his hand and scratched his ponytail, and soon walked onto the viewing platform.

So easily he shifted Mo Zezhi’s target to Yu Wei. Chao Jianxue felt refreshed. The only pity was that there were no popcorn snacks here, so he couldn’t watch the show while eating.

As soon as he sat down, some people recognized him, their expressions subtle.

However, some outer disciples of the Wuwu Sect greeted him. Unlike the inner sect’s jade plaques, the outer sect disciples’ nameplates were made of wood, so you could tell their identity at a glance.

Before long, a commotion suddenly broke out in front. Chao Jianxue supported his chin and looked out through the gaps in the crowd. Sure enough, the beloved junior brother Yu Wei had arrived.

He was surrounded by several senior brothers and sisters, but he seemed very quiet in the lively atmosphere, with a profound sense of hidden immortality.

Chao Jianxue watched intently.

In all fairness, the phrase in the booklet, “A beauty like jade, a sword like a rainbow, autumn waters for spirit, jade for bone,” did not use particularly exaggerated rhetoric.

Even if they were all wearing the same sect uniform, Yu Wei was still the most outstanding one in the crowd.

Yes, standing the straightest, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, his proportions were astonishing.

He still had the air of a youth, but his steady temperament made him different from ordinary youths. That kind of temperament was like a magnet, making it easy for people not to look away.

Chao Jianxue silently looked at the booklet a few more times, then looked at the real person a few more times, and was really a little jealous.

Suddenly, Yu Wei’s gaze looked over and stopped in his direction.

Chao Jianxue was stunned and covered his face with the booklet, as if he had done something wrong.

It shouldn’t be?

There are so many people here, and they aren’t familiar, so why would Yu Wei look at him? It must be his illusion.

Thinking of this, he lowered the booklet. Sure enough, Yu Wei was no longer looking this way and was talking to Nan Shan.

Nan Shan looked at the battle roster and complained, “It’s bad enough to be matched up with anyone, but to have to face that Mo Zezhi, it’s really unlucky. Junior Brother, let loose and fight. No matter what, we have to cut down his arrogance, otherwise he’ll really think that Fuxian Mountain is full of good-for-nothings like Chao Jianxue!”

Yu Wei suddenly asked, “Is Eldest Brother… really a homosexual?”

Heh, Nan Shan shivered: “Who knows! Don’t think about these things at such a young age, don’t learn bad things!”

Yu Wei didn’t speak, just frowned.

Nan Shan said, “Don’t worry about whether he’s a homosexual or not. In short, I’m inclined to think that Mo Zezhi is a pervert. Who told Chao Jianxue not to be wary of outsiders? Now it’s good, he’s being branded as a homosexual even if he isn’t one. This kind of person is not easy to deal with, be careful when you go on stage.”

Across the crowd, Yu Wei found Mo Zezhi at a glance.

The Tianyao Sect’s clothing can be described as eye-catching. Among all the light-colored school uniforms, only the Tianyao Sect’s were dark-colored.

At this time, Mo Zezhi was also staring at Yu Wei. Cultivators have sharp senses, and Yu Wei could clearly perceive the other party’s ill intentions, which were fierce and aggressive.

But seeing him look over, Mo Zezhi put on a hypocritical smile and nodded at him.

Yu Wei retracted his gaze and said to Nan Shan, “Senior Brother is right.”

Nan Shan was confused: “What did I say that was right?”

Yu Wei said with certainty: “He’s a pervert.”

He inconspicuously glanced at Chao Jianxue again, seeing him looking at the booklet, lingering on the first page for a long time without turning it.

Yu Wei certainly knew what was on the first page of the booklet.

At that time, the senior sister who made the roster came to him to paint his portrait. He stood motionless under the tree for half a day, watching her paint, revise, throw it away, and then redraw it, which was very hard work.

What was Chao Jianxue doing looking at his portrait so carefully?

Amidst his doubts, he suddenly saw Chao Jianxue smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, as gentle as a spring scene.

Yu Wei covered his eyes, and his fingertips also heated up, for some reason.

Distance creates beauty. If Yu Wei had come closer and seen the booklet in Chao Jianxue’s hand, he would definitely have felt cold.

Because Chao Jianxue was drawing a beard on Yu Wei’s portrait.

With just a little magic, the portrait changed from a “graceful fairy” to a “thick-bearded man,” the contrast making him laugh uncontrollably.

Because he was too bored, he had to find some fun for himself.

The disciples behind him saw what Chao Jianxue had in his hand and were no longer surprised. They were very clear: As expected, Chao Jianxue hated Yu Wei and wanted to smear him like this.

After a few drumbeats, the competition officially began.

Chao Jianxue saw cultivators fighting for the first time. It was a dazzling display, with all kinds of colored lights and crisp collision sounds, as well as those strange spiritual weapons and moves. Cultivation novels don’t deceive me!

Chao Jianxue was the only one in the audience who hadn’t seen such a scene, and he was dazzled, not knowing where to look.

After three matches were fought swiftly, he heard someone behind him shout, “The next match is Yu Wei versus the Tianyao Sect! Last chance to bet, who else wants to bet!”

Chao Jianxue decisively took out a high-grade spirit stone and said, “I bet!”

The outer disciple paused for a moment, then reacted, leaned closer and lowered his voice, “Senior Brother Chao, Senior Brother, do you want to bet on the Tianyao Sect to win?”

It was said that Chao Jianxue couldn’t stand Yu Wei, and combined with the recent rumors, his guess was not without reason.

But Chao Jianxue showed an incomprehensible expression: “What are you saying, Junior Brother? Yu Wei is my own junior brother, how could I hope for him to lose? I bet on Yu Wei to win!”

“Okay! Please keep the receipt, Senior Brother!” The disciple smiled and handed him a piece of paper.

Chao Jianxue turned his attention back, hearing the drums beating on the stage. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, went up to the stage, and the surrounding chattering sounds weakened.

Facing Mo Zezhi head-on, Yu Wei felt that he indeed had inexplicable hostility towards him.

Before it even started, Mo Zezhi looked him up and down with sinister eyes, his spiritual power already circulating at his toes, with an aura of confidence that he would win.

Yu Wei frowned slightly, also pressing his spiritual power on the Only sword.

The presiding disciple saw that the atmosphere between the two was different from the others and coughed, “I declare again, this competition is just an exchange, everything should stop at the point of victory.”

Mo Zezhi snorted coldly.

Just a disciple who had just ascended to the Nascent Soul stage, he had already cultivated in the Nascent Soul stage for fifty years, how could he possibly lose.

He glanced sideways at Chao Jianxue.

He would make Chao Jianxue willingly submit to him.

Yu Wei naturally saw his expression in his eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, what did this have to do with Chao Jianxue?

Before the disciple could perform the ceremony before the exchange, Mo Zezhi drew his sword and charged over.

With a “ding” sound, the Only sword collided with it, emitting a light blue spiritual light.

The people below the stage hadn’t reacted yet, and the two people above had already changed several kinds of body movements, the sound of swords and shadows was endless, and then they realized, “Isn’t it a little too intense!”

Each of Mo Zezhi’s swords was different from the way the people in front fought. General competitions leave three points of leeway for future meetings, but his sword was tricky, and everywhere he went, he went straight for the weak points of Yu Wei’s body-protecting spiritual power, which was simply not martial ethics.

In contrast, Yu Wei’s body movements were graceful, using softness to overcome strength. Although there was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he didn’t lose his composure under such a fierce offensive. Instead, he used the force to his advantage and resolved many of Mo Zezhi’s ruthless moves.

His clothes fluttered, and his figure in the air was like a startled dragon, winning the starry eyes of his fans, who whispered, “Yu Wei is so handsome!”

Chao Jianxue stared at him and couldn’t help but be stunned.

He was indeed too handsome!

When could he be this cool?

However, Yu Wei’s soft attack did not gain an advantage under Mo Zezhi’s ruthlessness, and gradually there was a sign of defeat.

Seeing that the situation was not right, some people added bets on Mo Zezhi.

The cold sword wind swept past Yu Wei’s nose, he leaned to the side and bent over to dodge, rarely revealing a bit of impatience.

“Heh—” While the Only sword was at a stalemate with the opponent, Yu Wei asked in confusion, “Why is it so?”

Mo Zezhi exerted force and smiled coldly, “If I win you, Chao Jianxue will be mine.”

“…”

Spiritual light surged, Yu Wei shook him away, his eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

Originally, he just wanted to stop at the point of victory, it was just a competition. But hearing such words, a sense of discomfort suddenly rose from the depths of his heart.

The sword light of the Only sword turned, and he changed the restrained footwork he had used before, approaching Mo Zezhi step by step. In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum changed, and the reversal was particularly wonderful.

The people below the stage watched in a daze, suppressing the screams in their throats.

The two had been fighting for a long time, and Mo Zezhi’s spiritual power was being consumed too quickly, and he was beginning to struggle. On the other hand, Yu Wei’s spiritual power was much more stable than his, and he couldn’t help but become anxious.

When he was defeated, he glanced at Chao Jianxue again, only to see the latter lazily propping up his head, his eyes seeming to mock him.

Mo Zezhi suddenly became annoyed.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the accessories on his waist and threw out a large amount of white powder. The powder was spicy in his eyes, and Yu Wei was unprepared. It was too late to sheathe his sword and block it again. Mo Zezhi’s sword was already across his neck.

The scene froze, and everyone was silent.

Then there was an uproar.

“He’s cheating!”

“But there are no rules against it!”

There are no rules, because it has become an unwritten rule to only compete with natal spiritual weapons.