Purple Cloud Sword Art, Purple Cloud Sword Array

"It's fine, Cousin. You've improved so quickly that even I can't beat you anymore!"

Xie Chengyu waved a hand and calmly left the arena, returning to the Yun family's seats.

Seeing Xie Chengyu lose by going easy on her, Yun Yi sighed.

"Alas, Chengyu, you shouldn't have given up like that."

"Ling'er may be your cousin, but a Martial Artist's cultivation is like rowing upstream: if you don't advance, you fall behind. Only by setting aside some feelings can you go further."

"If you'd fought with all your strength, Ling'er wouldn't have stood a chance. You could've competed for the Confucian Sect's Immortal Destiny, too."

Xie Chengyu waved a hand, unconcerned.

"Uncle, you know Ling'er and I grew up together, practically inseparable. We have feelings for each other. I couldn't bring myself to beat her."

"I don't need this opportunity. I know my place, too. Ling'er's talent far surpasses mine. If she joins the Confucian Sect, her future accomplishments will be much greater than mine."

"You..." Yun Yi said no more.

He thought that his daughter certainly had quite the charm.

They said Han Chen of the Han family had a crush on his daughter, and a few days ago a younger brother at the Spirit Condensing Realm had appeared out of nowhere.

It was only natural that his nephew liked Ling'er, too.

Although Yun Ling'er had won the first match, in the eyes of outsiders, it hadn't been entirely honorable.

Quite a few people were gossiping about it.

Consort Li in Yun Ling'er's dream—that is, Jiang Li of the Jiang family—glanced at Han Chen beside her and sneered.

"Yun Ling'er's really gone backward. She used to be able to compete with us openly and fairly, but now she's resorting to underhanded tactics."

"Anyone with eyes could see that Yun