Chapter 10: The Show-Off, Cheeky Junior Sister
Looking around at everyone staring at her, Song Zhen felt a little puzzled.
Clapping… why is everyone looking at me? Isn’t clapping after someone’s speech the most basic etiquette?
“Aren’t you all going to clap? Elder Liu spoke really well,” she said.
The crowd froze for two seconds, then reluctantly joined in.
Even if they didn’t understand why, following along looks like the right choice.
Listening to the warm applause, Song Zhen finally felt a familiar sensation. Yes, this feels right.
Elder Liu, standing at the front, stared silently…
Is this some kind of new ritual? Why wasn’t I told about this? Did the Sect Leader set a new rule?
At that moment, the Sect Leader, rushing around outside looking for materials for his little disciple, started sneezing violently.
This competition used a lottery system to ensure fairness. Even if you draw a bad opponent, you could only blame your luck.
Most disciples were secretly relieved they weren’t paired with Song Zhen—they didn’t want to have their “peaches stolen,” tickled in the armpits, or jabbed in the throat.
But there’s always someone with worse luck—a tall, burly male disciple ended up being paired with Song Zhen.
Song Zhen greeted him politely: “Senior Brother Hu, what a coincidence!”
Senior Brother Hu forced a smile. “Yeah… it’s quite the coincidence. I hope you go easy on me.”
Song Zhen beamed: “No need to be polite! You’ll need to go easy on me too.”
This time, all the elders were watching. Many disciples wanted to show off and impress the elders. Being chosen as a direct disciple could change their lives.
There were many arenas, and the senior brothers and sisters would also come to watch.
On stage, the action was wild, but the spectators sat silently. Seeing a disciple openly use a “monkey steals peach” technique, the seniors squirmed in their seats.
The opponent laughed: “I knew you’d use that move. That’s why my pants are made of soft iron, to block it!”
The other disciples below: …what? pants made of soft iron? That’s insane!
Elders watching: …Soft iron pants? I can’t even imagine… Seriously, what’s happened to these disciples? Can someone explain?
The match between Song Zhen and Senior Brother Hu was absolutely spectacular.
Senior Brother Hu had equipped every possible piece of gear on his body, but that came with a downside—his movements were restricted.
After all, all that weight wasn’t light, and on top of that, Song Zhen had the teleportation skill, which allowed her to control the fight completely.
She kicked Senior Brother Hu squarely in the rear, and before he could react, she teleported to his side and struck him with her sword.
It was pure play for her; if she had wanted, she could have easily eliminated him with a single kick.
But Song Zhen was different—she countered each of his moves one by one, all while explaining to him the flaws in his swordsmanship.
“Senior Brother, you’re really good. Against others, you’d have a high chance of winning. It’s just… you drew me.”
“And your gear—really unnecessary. Once your cultivation improves, your speed will make this weight useless. It’s heavy and uncomfortable.”
Sword cultivators rely on speed. The slower you are, the easier it is for the opponent to react and notice your weaknesses. “Speed conquers all” truly applies in cultivation as well.
Ji Fan and Forth Senior Sister Liu Qian watched from below, bursting with pride.
Today, Song Zhen’s techniques weren’t underhanded. Compared to other, more mischievous disciples, she stood out as refreshing.
Liu Qian asked Ji Fan: “I thought you mentioned that her moves were tricky and a bit… shameless. Isn’t that good?”
Ji Fan shook his head, pointing at the other arenas: “Do you know why they turned out like this? It’s because of our junior sister. “
“This was the exact move our little junior sister used the first time she sparred with someone — and she even defeated a disciple in the Foundation Establishment stage.”
“Do you have any idea how I felt when I saw her shove her hand toward someone’s throat? Do you know how I felt when she used ‘monkey steals peach’ on them? You don’t understand at all!”
Who could possibly understand his wounded heart? Senior Sister was always busy with the Law Enforcement Hall’s affairs, so all the responsibility for Junior Sister fell on him. He really had it rough!
Liu Qian’s mouth twitched as she looked at the disciples on the sparring platforms. In her mind, scenes of Song Zhen doing all those things surfaced at once.
Tsk! This junior sister really has some… intense tastes.
At this moment, Song Zhen kicked Senior Brother Hu off the stage, then strutted proudly.
“I won! I won! Speed conquers all! I won~”
Watching Song Zhen on the stage with her hands on her hips, wiggling her butt, Ji Fan and Liu Qin instantly lowered their heads and used their sleeves to cover their faces.
After covering their faces, the two of them kept on complimenting each other:
Ji Fan: “Senior Sister, your movements are fast!”
Liu Qian: “Junior Brother isn’t slow either. By the way, has she always been this cheeky?”
Most cultivators are modest. A boastful disciple is rare, and one as showy and cheeky as Song Zhen is almost unique.
Ji Fan sighed: “She’s extroverted. The more you interact with her, the more you’ll see.”
The audience stared… confused.
Other winners hesitated, then joined Song Zhen in celebrating. She was the Sect Leader’s disciple, so obviously she knew best.
Everyone in the crowd looked down. Some held back laughter, some were awkward, some started counting ants.
These junior disciples really are lively.
Song Zhen watched with delight. Winning should come with celebration; otherwise, what’s the point?
Elder Liu sat nervously in the stands. Every elder’s eyes were filled with confusion.
You’re confused? I’m confused too! But the sect leader isn’t here, so whatever trouble his disciple caused — you can wait until he comes back and ask him yourselves!
Today’s match was truly spectacular.
In the end, Song Zhen took second place by the tiniest margin — after all, the senior brother who won first place had entered the sect several years earlier than she had, and his cultivation was nothing to scoff at.
She’s talented, yes, but it’s not like others aren’t.
Still, today’s competition really opened the eyes of all the senior brothers, senior sisters, and elders.
These disciples’ moves were nothing but one shameless technique after another — eye-searing, brutally aggressive, and simply indescribable.
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