The wind and snow blowing into the pavilion were swept back out. Nalan Yanran was inwardly shocked. Wutan City was only a small city, yet the Xiao Clan had actually produced two One-Star Dou Zhe in her age group.
But even with their cultivation at the same level, she was confident she could win! That confidence came from the foundations of a great clan!
"Xiao Tian! Then let's find somewhere to fight!"
"Let's go!"
The boys of the Xiao Clan all cheered Xiao Tian on.
"Be careful, Brother Tian. Great clans have lots of profound Dou Techniques. Don't underestimate her," Xun'er reminded him quietly.
"Mm. Xun'er, if I win, can we have extra red bean cakes tonight?"
"Sure."
Nalan Yanran clenched her little fists, flames of anger igniting within her. Just a genius from a small clan! I, Nalan Yanran, will show you what a gap in ability means!
Inside the meeting hall, Old Master Nalan and Xiao Zhan were chatting merrily.
"Xiao Zhan, your father and I went through so much together back then. If he hadn't risked his life to save me, I would never have gotten where I am today. Those two sons of yours have exceptional constitutions and fine talent. I intend to betroth Yan'er to one of them."
Overwhelmed by this unexpected favor, Xiao Zhan hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Old Master Nalan, let's wait until Yanran grows up before discussing this. When it comes to love and marriage, we mustn't hold the children back."
Old Master Nalan laughed heartily. "Xiao Zhan, I truly wasn't wrong about you! I'll make myself clear right here! This childhood betrothal must be settled! Just give me an answer! Which of your sons will marry Yanran?"
"Well..." Xiao Zhan smiled bitterly to himself. He knew Old Master Nalan never went back on his word, and an answer came to him.
At the training grounds, the cold wind sent snow dancing. Amid the snowy scenery, a young boy and a young girl clad in martial attire faced each other.
"Xiao Tian, where's your weapon? So you can't say I'm bullying you as a great clan's disciple, I'll let you make the first move!" Nalan Yanran had absolute confidence in herself. Her family's Clear Wind Sword Technique was High Xuan Class. What profound Dou Techniques could this tiny Wutan City possibly have?
Xiao Tian smiled and said, "My fists are enough to deal with you. Since you're letting me move first, don't cry when you lose."
"Only weaklings cry! If you get an arm or finger broken in a moment, you'll have brought it on yourself!" Nalan Yanran snorted coldly, looking a little tsundere, her little face flushed red in the howling wind and snow.
"Go, Xiao Brother Tian!" Xun'er waved her little fists from afar.
"Go, Xiao Tian!" Several clan children their age shouted, drawing some people over.
"Here I come!" Xiao Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, a red gleam flashing in their depths. Over four years of building his foundations, his Sharingan had reached Two Tomoe. If he hadn't feared being out of place in this world, a single Genjutsu would have been enough to make Nalan Yanran slit her own throat with her sword.
Xiao Tian charged out as swift as a gale! In an instant, Nalan Yanran saw only a blur before her, and shock filled her heart.
So fast! Could the Xiao Clan of this tiny Wutan City actually possess some extraordinary movement Dou Technique?!
"Spirit Illusion True Eyes! Activate!"
Xiao Tian was dumbfounded. He abruptly stopped his charge, his attention caught by Nalan Yanran's suddenly silver eyes.
Holy crap! Was this the world of Dou Qi? Nalan Yanran had an eye technique like this, too?
"What happened to your eyes?"
Nalan Yanran gave a cold, haughty smile and raised her head proudly, looking down her delicate nose at him as she explained, "These are the Spirit Illusion True Eyes Grandpa passed down to me! A High Xuan Class eye technique! They can see through an enemy's attack routes and trajectories through disturbances in the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Impressive, right?"
The Xiao Clan children immediately cried out in amazement! Looking at Nalan Yanran's godlike eyes, they were filled with envy.