Divine Dragon Venerable, a legendary profession! (A 13,000-word chapter-please vote with your monthly tickets)

Ye Qingyao stood with her hands behind her back, her black training clothes outlining a body brimming with explosive power. Her signature waist-length braid had not been tied up; she let the evening breeze stir it, the flying strands revealing a stretch of neck as long and graceful as a swan's.

She was still the same Ye Qingyao: cool, aloof, and proud, like a sharp blade returned to its sheath.

With their official business concluded, she temporarily put aside all those trivial yet heavy responsibilities—clearing the Official Road, settling the wounded, and allocating supplies.

Now, there was only one person in her eyes and one thing on her mind.

Testing Li Xiang's progress.

In truth, the moment Li Xiang had ridden his tiger straight in, slaughtering ghosts with a single blade as though no one could stand in his way, her heart had begun to stir. She had wanted to invite him to spar. After all, fighting Qin Zhong offered no satisfaction, and he did not even provide any emotional gratification.

As for the others, they were not Hong Tianbao's personal disciples. She had no obligation to spar with them.

Only Li Xiang brought her fresh surprises every time they met.

Li Xiang stood several dozen paces opposite her, his expression calm, without saying much.

He could read the fighting spirit in Ye Qingyao's eyes. It was the excitement of a hunter spotting worthy prey, and also a senior sister's desire to test her junior brother.

No more words were needed. Their spar would reveal the truth.

"The sixteen branches of Riverside's Martial Guild will gather here again to attack the ghosts in the mass graveyard together."

Ye Qingyao's cool voice reached Li Xiang on the wind. "Those ghostly things are stragglers deliberately let through by the great grandmasters, grandmasters,