Chapter 94

After the Brushstroke Immortal was dragged away, Immortal Venerable Changyun led Yan'er over. Yan'er bowed deeply to Qiaoqiao, saying, "Thank you for saving me."

She couldn't help but ask, somewhat curiously, "How did you know the swallow was a distress signal I left?"

Qiaoqiao blinked. "Probably because I like to look at paintings upside down."

Yan'er couldn't help but laugh.

Wen Zhi and Xiao Tingyu exchanged a glance. It was their junior sister who saved her, or rather, it was Yan'er's perseverance in saving herself that saved her.

"If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know."

Although she is still weak now, she will strive to become strong. She doesn't want to experience being controlled by others again.

The immortal who rescued her said that she was exceptionally talented and was willing to take her as his disciple. Yan'er did not like the Profound Heaven Sect, but she knew that this was a rare opportunity for her and she wanted to seize it.

Qiaoqiao saw an unwavering determination in her eyes and nodded. "Okay."

"Are you Master Alchemist's junior sister?" Immortal Venerable Changyun asked Qiaoqiao kindly. "We're stewing Immortal Spirit Duck with Cloud Mushrooms at home. Would you like to have a bowl?"

A collective slurping sound erupted from the audience.

As everyone knows, Immortal Venerable Changyun not only highly skilled in cultivation but also a master chef. Anyone who drinks a sip of his soup can instantly gain three years of cultivation. Moreover, according to those who have tasted it, the soup is extremely delicious and flavorful.

One sip is enough to keep you from hunger for ten years; even in my dreams, I can taste the deliciousness of that soup.

The Immortal Venerable actually invited Qiaoqiao to taste his food! Everyone was incredibly envious; couldn't they at least be allowed a sip?

Drink soup in the morning, and you'll be content to die in the evening!

Qiaoqiao shook her head seriously. "I want to continue participating in the competition and bring glory to my sect."

The elders of the Flowing Cloud Sect were so moved that they wiped away tears below.

Qiaoqiao is simply a treasure of the sect!

He actually refused the sword immortal's invitation for the sake of his sect. If it were him, he would have gone without hesitation.

An elder is not as enlightened as a disciple.

I am ashamed, truly ashamed.

Immortal Venerable Changyun chuckled, "Then next time, next time I'll invite Bai Fu along. He loves the taste of this Immortal Spirit Duck meat the most."

Qiaoqiao was surprised. Her master actually liked to eat duck meat?

She silently made a mental note of this, deciding to surprise her master when he arrived...

Immortal Venerable Changyun, preoccupied with the duck meat on the stove, quickly left with Yan'er. As soon as he was gone, the disciples began to buzz with discussion. Although they hadn't gotten to drink the soup the Immortal Venerable had cooked, who would have thought they could enjoy a piece of gossip while watching the martial arts competition!

The Brushstroke Immortal was disgraced, and his younger sister is the true Painting Immortal. This is truly shocking. Then there's the appearance of Immortal Venerable Changyun, and his attitude towards Qiaoqiao is unexpected. It seems he already knew Qiaoqiao and even mentioned "Alchemist"...

One of the disciples, who had been following the whole story, couldn't wait to explain that this Alchemist was Qiaoqiao's third senior sister, the Alchemist who had solved the plague in Envy Fish City, and the one who refined the Clear Void Pill used by Immortal Venerable Changyun.

The disciples were increasingly astonished as they listened: such a powerful Alchemist was actually a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect? The Flowing Cloud Sect seemed to be quite different from what they had imagined!

At this point, Qiaoqiao had already begun the second round of the draw.

Because of her performance this round, more than twice as many people are paying attention to her as before. The characters on the jade slip are flying and condensing into three large characters - Bugua Zi.

The disciples gasped in surprise.

"It was him!"

"The Little Divine Calculator of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, Azure Cloud Ranking!"

"Qiaoqiao's luck with the draw is bad."

"Looks like I'm going to be eliminated this round."

Wen Zhi and Xiao Tingyu exchanged glances: It was him! It seems Qiaoqiao is going to advance again.

The disciples from the other three sects were puzzled by the confident expressions on the faces of the Ethereal Peak group. What was going on with them? Did they actually think Qiaoqiao could win?

She was lucky to have encountered the Brushstroke Immortal before; perhaps she just happened to see the painting and guessed its secret. But this Little Divine Calculator is blind!

Besides, he's a well-known good person who loves helping ordinary people. Surely Qiaoqiao wouldn't be involved in any gossip about him?

Half an hour later, Qiaoqiao and the Bugua Zi stood on the martial arts stage.

The Bugua Zi, dressed in black, with his eyes closed, held a green bamboo staff in one hand and an iron divination plate in the other. He stepped forward, nodded to Qiaoqiao, and said politely, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Qiao."

Qiaoqiao said, "Before the competition, could you tell my fortune?"

The Bugua Zi was slightly surprised, but still agreed.

"Then please say just one word, fellow Daoist."

Qiaoqiao thought for a moment, then casually said, "White."

The Bugua Zi's slender fingers fiddled with the divination board. His expression was initially somewhat nonchalant, but his brow gradually furrowed—he couldn't figure it out! How could he not predict this girl's fate?

In the two hundred years since he began cultivating Daoism, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation!

Those whose divination results are not clear must have extraordinary origins.

Just who is this girl?!

He suddenly looked up at Qiaoqiao. Qiaoqiao hadn't intended for him to do her fortune telling, so she asked softly, "How's my luck been lately?"

In front of everyone, the Bugua Zi, not wanting to ruin his reputation, vaguely said, "Auspicious, a sign of good fortune."

"Oh." Qiaoqiao smiled, revealing a shallow dimple. "Thank you for telling my fortune, fellow Daoist. This fruit is for you. It's a fresh fruit from the Flowing Cloud Sect; please try it."

The Bugua Zi took the fruit and felt that it was smooth to the touch and contained abundant Spiritual Qi.

Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the expectant gaze directed at him, as if hoping he would take a bite of the fruit and taste it.

The Bugua Zi felt that as a "good person," it wouldn't hurt to respond to her expectations. He had just finished his last competition and hadn't heard about Qiaoqiao's heroic deeds yet; otherwise, he would at least have hesitated...