Drawing Lots! Lu Xueqi's Gaze!

Drawing Lots! Lu Xueqi's Gaze!

As soon as those words were spoken.

The scene immediately fell silent.

The female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak watched Ji Changfeng and Lu Xueqi, who were "facing off" against each other, with smiling eyes.

They knew about the "bet" between the two.

Thus.

They were also rather curious about how it would turn out?!

Would Ji Changfeng be the one calling her Senior Sister~

Or would Lu Xueqi be the one calling him Senior Brother~

They were really curious.

Compared to the spectators from Xiaozhu Peak, the people of Dazhu Peak were rather baffled.

They did not know about the bet between Ji Changfeng and Lu Xueqi.

Thus, seeing the two facing off now, they thought Ji Changfeng had somehow made Lu Xueqi, a Xiaozhu Peak disciple, angry...

Tian Ling'er puffed out her cheeks and glared somewhat indignantly at Ji Changfeng and Lu Xueqi as they stared at each other.

She knew about the "bet."

But seeing them gazing at each other so "affectionately" in public, anyone unaware of the situation might think something was going on between them...

Lu Xueqi ignored the surrounding spectators.

At this moment.

Ji Changfeng was the only one in her eyes.

Four years of bitter cultivation, all for this day!

Hearing him call her "Junior Sister," a trace of emotion flickered in Lu Xueqi's eyes. She spoke in a particularly serious tone:

"Our bet has yet to be settled. You should not call me Junior Sister!"

Ji Changfeng smiled faintly at her words.

He looked at the Cold Girl before him with an "appraising" gaze and said, "Not Junior Sister? Then what should I call you?"

Four years had passed.

Lu Xueqi had grown even more beautiful. She wore a white dress, its hem fluttering in the wind. Her jet-black hair fell straight down around her, carrying a faint fragrance.

Her skin was snowy and delicate, her eyes clear as water and bright as stars. Her beautiful, refined face exuded a coldness that kept others at a thousand paces' distance.

Of course, that was merely how others saw her.

If Ji Changfeng had to put it into words.

Nai Qi was incredibly interesting!

Wasn't this proof?

Hearing Ji Changfeng's question, Nai Qi actually considered it earnestly and carefully.

If he could not call her Junior Sister, what should he call her?

Hmm...

Her master and Senior Sisters all called her Qi'er or Xueqi.

Should she let Ji Changfeng call her that too?

No, no!

Only those close to her could call her that.

Lu Xueqi fell into a tangle of indecision.

Perhaps he could just call her by name?

But would that be too distant?

After all...

Ji Changfeng had taught her the Dao.

Just as Lu Xueqi was deeply conflicted, Wen Min finally stepped forward with a smile and rescued her from the awkwardness.

"Junior Brother Ji, are your eyes only on Junior Sister Xueqi?"

Wen Min smiled softly.

As soon as she said this, the surrounding Xiaozhu Peak disciples immediately began teasing him:

"Oh my~ When Junior Brother Ji came to Xiaozhu Peak four years ago, he made a bet with Junior Sister Lu. Now he only has eyes for Junior Sister Lu..."

"Exactly, exactly..."

Facing the teasing from the Xiaozhu Peak disciples, Ji Changfeng could not help shaking his head with a smile. He looked somewhere behind him and said:

"Senior Brother Song, aren't you going to come up and greet Senior Sister Wenmin?"

"Huh?!" Song Daren froze slightly.

He walked forward somewhat awkwardly.

The next moment, the female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak all turned their gazes toward him, then...

Looked again at their eldest Senior Sister, Wen Min.

"W-Wen Min, it's been a long time."

Song Daren said nervously.

Seeing this, Wen Min smiled softly and said gently, "Senior Brother Song, sixty years have passed since we last met. Have you been well?"

Song Daren was stunned.

He stared blankly at Wen Min's smile and said absentmindedly, "Good, very good, extremely good..."

Ji Changfeng pushed him helplessly.

Had he lost his soul? Why was he chanting slogans over there?

"Huh? Ahem..." Song Daren snapped back to his senses and gave an embarrassed cough.

But just as he was about to say something more.

Whoosh—

A flash of sword light streaked past.

A Tongtian Peak disciple suddenly appeared ahead, standing above the Sea of Clouds as he announced in a clear voice:

"Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, the Sect Master and the Peak Masters have been waiting in Yuqing Hall for some time. Please proceed to Yuqing Hall in an orderly manner..."

As soon as he finished speaking.

The surrounding Qingyun Disciples immediately fell silent and stopped talking.

The disciples of Dazhu Peak and Xiaozhu Peak likewise gave up on continuing their conversation...

Everyone crossed the Sea of Clouds in an orderly fashion and passed over Rainbow Bridge.

They headed all the way toward Yuqing Hall.

Before leaving, Ji Changfeng glanced into the distance and discovered that Qi Hao and the others from Dragon Head Peak had arrived long ago. They were simply walking with disciples from another peak.

They seemingly did not wish to have much contact with Dazhu Peak.

Zhang Xiaofan had the Fire-Stirring Rod tucked at his waist, while Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey Xiaohui stood on his shoulder and curiously looked around in every direction...

Although Xiaohui had been saved by Ji Changfeng.

Because Ji Changfeng often went into secluded cultivation, it had formed a deep friendship with Dazhu Peak's cook, "Zhang Xiaofan," and often followed him around to play.

Ji Changfeng glanced at Zhang Xiaofan.

The Fire-Stirring Rod at his waist showed no unusual reaction whatsoever. It was no different from an ordinary stick, so...

When everyone crossed Rainbow Bridge, they were not attacked by the Water Qilin Spiritual Venerable dwelling beneath it, and they arrived at Yuqing Hall without hindrance.

Inside Yuqing Hall.

The Peak Masters had long since taken their seats.

Master Shuiyue beckoned lightly, and Lu Xueqi, carrying the Heavenly Ya Divine Sword on her back, came to stand beside her master with a cold expression.

Before doing so, however, she gave Ji Changfeng an especially lingering look.

Ji Changfeng noticed Lu Xueqi's gaze. He smiled lightly at her, then lowered his head and withdrew his gaze.

Before the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament officially began, Cangsong Daoist stepped forward as usual and delivered a long speech full of lofty principles. Only then did he announce the official start of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament...

At the same time, he called for the disciples to come forward and draw lots.

When it was Ji Changfeng and Lu Xueqi's turn to draw lots, Cangsong Daoist quietly made a small move and successfully arranged their numbers so they would become opponents.

As long as Ji Changfeng and Lu Xueqi passed through the first few rounds smoothly, they would ultimately clash in the semifinals.

"Seventh Senior Brother, I got number one?" Zhang Xiaofan shook the wax pellet in his hand.

Ji Changfeng opened his own and looked at it.

Number three.

According to the rules, his first-round opponent would be the person with number sixty-two.

Ji Changfeng immediately looked toward Dragon Head Peak.

Sure enough.

The number in Lin Jingyu's hand was sixty-two.

"Little Senior Sister, you lost!" Ji Changfeng said with a faint smile.

Tian Ling'er stared at him in shock.

She looked at Ji Changfeng in disbelief and said, "H-How did you guess that?"

"Secret!" Ji Changfeng said with a smile.

How could anyone possibly guess something like that?

Unless...

He had someone above him.

Tian Ling'er pouted. Somewhat displeased, she removed the Amber Vermilion Ribbon from her waist and handed it to Ji Changfeng.

"Here~ Remember to return it to me tomorrow~"

"Don't worry, Little Senior Sister." Ji Changfeng smiled and reached out to accept the Amber Vermilion Ribbon Tian Ling'er handed him.

Whoosh—

But just then, he suddenly sensed a gaze seemingly fixed upon him?

Ji Changfeng turned his head slightly.

The Cold Girl beside Master Shuiyue was staring at him.

Who else could it be but Lu Xueqi?