Ye Beixuan: Has Little Junior Brother Read Too Many Books?

"How is this possible? How could this guy be qualified to be one of the top ten seed students in the Outer Sect Grand Competition?"

Below the notice board of the Sword Dao Institute Dao-Seeking Academy.

Su Qing looked at Ye Beixuan's prominent name among the top ten seed students, her tone and eyes filled with disbelief.

A male disciple standing beside her, noticing her doubts, kindly asked, "Junior sister, who do you think is unqualified for this list? Tell us so we can give you some feedback."

Su Qing felt the other person's gentle gaze, pursed her lips, and said confidently, "It's Ye Beixuan from the Miscellaneous Dao Institute. Which of the nine seed students selected from the other seven academies isn't a disciple who has risen to fame?"

Even though we haven't seen him in True Person, we've heard of his deeds. This Ye Beixuan has absolutely no achievements to speak of, so why is he qualified to be one of the top ten seed students?"

After speaking, she glanced at the group of fellow disciples present, seeking their approval.

To Su Qing's surprise, everyone present was looking at her with strange eyes.

Even the kind-hearted senior brother looked embarrassed.

"Junior sister, you've only been a disciple of the Dao-Seeking Academy for three years, right?"

Su Qing nodded slightly. "Not bad."

No wonder.

The kind senior brother said, "You probably haven't heard of the last Three Sects Competition Miscellaneous Dao Institute swept the top spots in both the True Disciple and Inner Sect competitions. Although Senior Brother Wang only got third place in the Outer Sect Grand Competition, their Miscellaneous Dao Institute's performance was the best."

Moreover, Senior Brother Cao, who didn't even secure a seeded spot in the inner sect competition last year, swept all his opponents to take the top prize. Therefore, it's not surprising that the Miscellaneous Dao Institute has a spot in the Outer Sect Grand Competition; on the contrary, I think it's too few."

As soon as he said this, the people around him echoed his sentiments.

"That's right, in my opinion, the Miscellaneous Dao Institute should secure two seeded player spots."

"We don't want to end up like our senior brothers in the inner sect, having absolutely no experience participating in competitions."

"..."

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Su Qing was full of doubt. "But, those two from the Miscellaneous Dao Institute are also students who have only been studying at the Dao-Seeking Academy for three years, just like me."

The kind senior brother remained unperturbed, saying with an envious expression, "But they receive guidance from Half-Saint as soon as they enter the Miscellaneous Dao Institute. Our instructors are merely elders at the Dao Integration Realm, or even deacons at the Spirit Nurturing Realm, and they provide one-on-one guidance. It's fair to say that from the moment we became disciples, we were worlds apart from the disciples of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute."

Those around him also spoke up upon hearing this.

"Yes, I really envy the senior brothers of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute. If I can make it into the top ten in this competition, I will definitely join the Miscellaneous Dao Institute."

Stop dreaming. The External Affairs Institute is your true home.

"You scoundrel, how dare you underestimate me! Take this sword!"

Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Su Qing felt resentful but had nowhere to vent her anger.

Her eyes widened in fury as she stared at the three characters "Ye Beixuan" on the notice, thinking, "Ye Beixuan, I will definitely fight my way into the top 100 and show the world that you are nothing but a good-for-nothing who follows me around."

I am the true prodigy!!!

The Foreign Languages Department's annual meeting was held as scheduled.

Early that morning, Chu Feng, unusually early, looked at the drowsy Xu Caichen and the battle-ready Ye Beixuan, and said, "For this competition, I won't set any goals for you. Just remember to show the spirit of our Miscellaneous Dao Institute."

Upon hearing this, the two immediately cupped their hands and said, "We will certainly live up to our master's expectations."

Chu Feng nodded slightly and beckoned to Nie Xiuyuan beside him. "Xiuyuan, this time you will represent our Miscellaneous Dao Institute at the Outer Sect Grand Competition."

Upon hearing this, Nie Xiuyuan instantly sobered up and respectfully asked, "Master, isn't this inappropriate?"

Chu Feng smiled and said, "What's inappropriate about it? Most of the heads of the other nine academies are in seclusion and those who came before are elders. You are, after all, a steward of our Miscellaneous Dao Institute. What's wrong with you attending the Outer Sect Grand Competition on my behalf?"

Seeing that his master had gone to such lengths, Nie Xiuyuan nodded and said, "Master, rest assured, I will certainly not let you down."

"Go."

Chu Feng waved his hand as he spoke.

"Promise."

The three brothers responded and then turned and left together.

Elder Bing watched the three figures disappear, then turned to Chu Feng and said, "Sir, aren't you worried about Xu Caichen at all?"

Chu Feng smiled and said, "This kid has already grasped six-tenths of the Literary Intent. Although he doesn't have much combat experience, once he draws the Rite Character Sword, most people are no match for him."

"The Rite Character Sword?"

Elder Bing looked puzzled.

Chu Feng said, "In the Analects of Swinging,' 'Li' refers to the skill of concealing a sickle or other sharp weapon within the sleeves or clothing."

"That Caichen bought a hidden sword specifically for this competition and practiced with it for two and a half months."

Elder Bing: "..."

Ye Beixuan and his two fellow disciples flew towards the plaza where the Outer Sect Grand Competition was being held on their swords.

The square was already packed with people.

Although Xu Caichen was just an ordinary scholar before, he had participated in the provincial examinations, so he was not surprised to see such a scene.

He turned to the two people beside him and said, "Senior Brother Ye, Martial Uncle Nie, I'll go downstairs and wait for the drawing ceremony of the competition."

Ye Beixuan nodded. "Let's go, let's go see the stage first."

"Good."

Xu Caichen responded and then entered the crowd.

Half an hour later, the drawing of lots began.

Xu Caichen drew number five for arena number nine. Looking at the number in his hand, he muttered, "This is really an auspicious number."

With the draw ceremony concluded, the competition officially began.

On arena number nine, a deacon shouted:

"The next match will be between Xu Caichen from the Miscellaneous Dao Institute and Chen Zhuang from the Body Cultivation Institute."

Upon hearing his name called, Xu Caichen immediately jumped onto the stage. At the same time, a burly young man with muscular build strode up with an arrogant air.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, a cheer erupted from below.

"Chen Zhuang is awesome!"

"Senior Brother Chen Zhuang is so awesome!"

"..."

Chen Zhuang did not underestimate his opponent because he was a seemingly weak scholar. The mere mention of the name "Miscellaneous Dao Institute" was enough for him to take his opponent seriously.

Chen Zhuang.

Xu Caichen.

After exchanging greetings, Chen Zhuang put his hands on his hips and said with a smile, "Brother Xu, we all want to see the techniques of your Miscellaneous Dao Institute. Why don't you go first?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Caichen smiled and said, "Brother Chen, I only learned a few minor skills at the Miscellaneous Dao Institute, which are hardly worthy of being called elegant. However, my move, the Rite Character Sword,' involves drawing the sword from the sleeve and emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. Once I make my move, you won't have a chance to make a move. Brother Chen, you should make the first move."

The harmonious scene between the two instantly silenced the surrounding audience.

The people below the number nine arena all looked at Xu Caichen as if he were an idiot. Who would be so open about revealing their moves to their opponent? This is a competition, not a friendly sparring match!

Even Ye Beixuan in the stands was stunned. He turned to look at Deacon Nie, "Uncle-Master, has Junior Brother been reading too many books?"

Although Nie Xiuyuan usually appeared muddle-headed, he was more clear-headed than anyone else when it came to matters, so how could he not understand the hidden meaning in Ye Beixuan's words?

"Don't worry, you'll find out as you watch."

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Ye Beixuan was full of question marks. "Martial Uncle Nie, how did you become a riddle teller too?"

On the arena, upon hearing Xu Caichen's words, Chen Zhuang's eyes flashed with surprise. He said with a serious expression, "Since Brother Xu is so open and aboveboard, then I, Chen Zhuang, will no longer hide anything. What I cultivate is the Heavenly Dipper Virgin Boy Technique. If you can break through my protective barrier with that sword, then I will admit defeat."

But before that, take my punch first, Heavenly Dipper Fist!

After saying that, he threw a punch in the direction where Xu Caichen was.

That punch, with its powerful force, gave the impression of being unstoppable.

"Present!"

Xu Caichen remained unfazed upon seeing this, and with a loud shout, he casually flicked his sleeve.

Words come out of your mouth!

A seven-foot-tall character for "etiquette" instantly appeared on the arena.

The seemingly powerful fist energy was frozen in mid-air.

Clang!

A faint, almost inaudible sword cry rang out, and before the audience could react, Dao Sword flew out from Xu Caichen's sleeve.

The sword strike was as fast as lightning, shattering the fist's protective aura with unstoppable force. Then, as easily as piercing a windowpane, it pierced through Chen Zhuang's protective shield, the sword tip stopping at his throat...