A Draw

Perhaps it was because Tang Yu's words were simply too shameless.

After hearing them, Ning Qingyan froze for a moment, even wondering if she had misheard. Then she asked again.

"What did you say?"

"I said we could duel in a friendlier way—one that wouldn't hurt our relationship or our clothes. Wrestling."

Tang Yu rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Though saying something like that might make people take him for a pervert, he truly did not want to damage their relationship.

Beside him, Nangong Ying stared wide-eyed at Tang Yu.

What was this guy trying to do???

After confirming once more that she had not misheard, Ning Qingyan was also somewhat stunned before flying into a rage.

"As expected of a demon from the Joyous Union Sect—shameless, vulgar, despicable, and lowly!"

"Who are you calling a demon? How does coming from the Joyous Union Sect make me a demon? Only your Jade Maiden Sect is pure and spotless, is that it?"

Hearing Ning Qingyan repeatedly call them Joyous Union Sect demons and the like, Nangong Ying felt her hands itching as well, her face full of displeasure.

"Besides, what kind of skill is it to bully my junior brother? He's only been cultivating for less than a month. As the young sect master of the Jade Maiden Sect, aren't you ashamed?"

She remembered Ning Qingyan quite clearly.

The other woman was Fang Meiyun's personal disciple and also a genius cultivator the Jade Maiden Sect was focusing on nurturing.

As long as her cultivation was sufficient, taking over as the next sect master was practically guaranteed.

But in terms of cultivation, both she and Ning Qingyan were at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. If they truly fought, it was hard to say who would win or