With Heaven-Defying Talent, I Actually Became Lu Xueqi

Lu Xueqi flew on her sword toward Tongtian Peak together with the many senior and junior sisters of Xiaozhu Peak.

At the same time, numerous disciples from the other branches also took to the skies, flying toward Tongtian Peak on their swords.

In the direction of Tongtian Peak, the sky was densely filled with sword-riding figures, streaking across the firmament like flowing silver ribbons.

Inside Dazhu Peak, the situation was completely different from the original story. Zhang Xiaofan and Tian Ling’er behaved with remarkable intimacy, practically inseparable, as if the two had become one.

Tian Buyi’s face darkened the moment he saw their closeness, his expression growing slightly sullen.

Previously, he had always worried that Tian Ling’er would fall for Qi Hao of Longshou Peak. But to his surprise, the one who had captured her heart was Zhang Xiaofan—the most underestimated and unpromising disciple under his own tutelage.

At this moment, while Zhang Xiaofan interacted affectionately with Tian Ling’er, a gentle look unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

Yet within his gaze was also a trace of sorrow, as if he had endured the wash of countless years.

He looked at his senior sister Tian Ling’er beside him, then glanced at his Master Tian Buyi and the other disciples of Dazhu Peak. In his eyes flickered the color of reminiscence as he murmured softly.

“Is the Seven Peaks Tournament about to begin again? I wonder where fate will lead this time.”

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Tian Ling’er not far from him. In his eyes, aside from sweetness, there was a hint of confusion.

He clearly remembered that in his previous life, Tian Ling’er had loved Qi Hao of Longshou Peak. She shouldn’t be so affectionate toward him.

But now, Tian Ling’er was deeply attached to him, wanting to be by his side at every moment. Although he was full of doubt, he did not reject the feeling.

Because, Tian Ling’er was Zhang Xiaofan’s first love, and also his deepest regret.

Whether in the previous life or this one, he had always loved Tian Ling’er.

That’s right—Zhang Xiaofan was also a reincarnator.

After joining the Qingyun Sect, while cultivating the 《Tai Chi Profound Purity Dao》 and the Great Brahma Prajna, due to the vastly different circulation methods of the two arts, he had suffered a momentary qi deviation.

And it was at that exact moment that the memories of his past life awakened.

After his rebirth, Zhang Xiaofan returned to his youth and once again became a disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

Since then, he had always kept a low profile, never revealing to anyone that he had been reborn.

Over the past few years, he had cultivated quietly in secret.

Because it was his second time cultivating, his cultivation progressed at a staggering pace.

Moreover, as he cultivated Dao, Buddhist, and Demonic paths simultaneously, and with the experience of his previous life plus the support of the Heaven Book, his strength surged rapidly. In just a few short years, he had reached the Seventh Level of Jade Purity Realm—his breakthrough speed was astonishing.

Meanwhile, his senior sister Tian Ling’er had recently broken through to the Sixth Level of Jade Purity Realm.

Ever since her return to youth after rebirth, Tian Ling’er’s talent had become even more terrifying. Her cultivation advanced swiftly, and just a few days before the Seven Peaks Tournament, she completed another breakthrough, making her one of the top experts in Qingyun Sect.

At this moment, Tian Ling’er had secretly made up her mind: for this Seven Peaks Tournament, she must not let her father down. She was determined to win a good placement for Dazhu Peak.

However, when she turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, her eyes remained soft.

During this time, Tian Ling’er had also noticed some changes in Zhang Xiaofan, but she simply assumed they were due to the changes brought by her own rebirth.

So, regarding Zhang Xiaofan’s minor abnormalities, she didn’t pay much attention.

As for the other peaks like Chaoyang Peak and Qishan, a large number of disciples were likewise flying toward Tongtian Peak.

Among these disciples, the most peculiar were those from Longshou Peak.

Currently, the disciples of Longshou Peak had split into two factions.

Since Lin Jingyu and Qi Hao had completely fallen out and turned against each other, the two made no effort to conceal their hostility—constantly at odds with each other.

To seize the position of Longshou Peak’s head, Lin Jingyu had been actively winning over many disciples from the peak.

By now, he had already gathered a group of followers.

Though these followers were somewhat inferior in influence compared to Qi Hao’s faction, they had already formed a sizable force.

After all, Lin Jingyu’s current strength was formidable.

To expand his power, he deliberately drew closer to other disciples.

Under his maneuvering, several disciples whom Qi Hao had previously looked down on switched sides and joined Lin Jingyu’s camp.

As a result, the conflict between Lin Jingyu and Qi Hao became increasingly intense.

Now, not only were the two at each other’s throats, even their respective followers—senior and junior brothers—were caught in overt and covert strife.

At this moment, Longshou Peak resembled a powder keg ready to explode, the tension thick in the air and liable to ignite at any moment.

Cang Song had long since noticed all of this.

Previously, he had summoned both Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu together, giving them a severe scolding.

At the time, the two appeared extremely repentant, repeatedly promising to restrain themselves.

But afterward, they still did as they pleased, with no sign of easing their mutual animosity.

This gave Cang Song a serious headache.

Even though Cang Song had already betrayed the Qingyun Sect and joined the Demonic Sect, he still harbored genuine affection for the disciples of Longshou Peak.

Unfortunately, after repeated attempts to dissuade them failed, Cang Song seemed to have given up completely.

He no longer intervened in their conflicts, and even rarely managed the affairs of Longshou Peak, as if he had made some kind of firm decision.

From then on, the warmth in his gaze toward Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu gradually faded, replaced by an increasingly icy expression.

After many Qingyun Sect disciples arrived at Tongtian Peak, a wave of low murmurs and exclamations rippled through the crowd.

Most of the senior disciples were already familiar with Tongtian Peak’s scenery and showed little surprise.

However, the newly inducted disciples were deeply shaken by the sight before them and couldn’t help but marvel aloud.

When the group passed through the Rainbow Bridge and arrived at the area surrounding the cold pool of clear water, they all halted in unison, bowing respectfully and saying together, “Greetings, Spirit Lord!”

Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu from Tongtian Peak did the same.

They both knew that residing within the cold pool of clear water was the Spirit Lord of Qingyun Sect — the Water Qilin.

Although both Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu inwardly scoffed at bowing to the Water Qilin, as Qingyun Sect disciples, they still had to follow proper etiquette.

After paying their respects, everyone continued forward.

When the group from Dazhu Peak came to perform their salute, the Water Qilin suddenly leaped into the air.

It stared intensely at the group from Dazhu Peak, sniffing them repeatedly, as if searching for something.

This action left many Qingyun Sect disciples astonished.

Among the disciples of Tongtian Peak, Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu exchanged smug glances when they saw this, a flash of pride in their eyes.

They seemed to believe that only they knew why the Water Qilin was fixated on Zhang Xiaofan, and this notion gave them a kind of “God’s perspective,” a feeling of superiority and condescension.

Just as the two were secretly relishing this thought, a sudden “Wuu-aooo” roar echoed from beside the cold pool of clear water.

In the next moment, under their stunned gazes, a blazing figure burst out from a massive cave—a Qilin engulfed in fire shot into the sky and flew up beside the Water Qilin.

The Fire Qilin looked curiously at the Water Qilin’s behavior, its eyes filled with confusion.

The appearance of the Fire Qilin instantly triggered cries of alarm among the Qingyun Sect disciples.

“What is that? Is that a Qilin too?”

“Doesn’t our Qingyun Sect only have one guardian spirit beast, the Spirit Lord? Why is there suddenly a fire-covered Qilin?”

“Where did this Fire Qilin come from? Why have we never seen it before?”

Such discussions broke out incessantly.

Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu widened their eyes in disbelief at the Fire Qilin’s appearance, their faces full of shock.

In their understanding, Qingyun Sect only had one guardian beast—the Water Qilin.

The emergence of a Fire Qilin completely shattered their expectations.

They even began to suspect that this world might harbor other transmigrators.

Though they had heard of the Fire Qilin in stories from other worlds, they were certain that in this world, no such creature had ever appeared.

At that moment, the two, once deeply antagonistic, looked at each other—and in each other’s eyes, they saw unmistakable shock and suspicion.

Qi Hao, setting aside past prejudice for now, used voice transmission to ask Lin Jingyu.

“Lin Jingyu, what do you think is going on? Why would a Fire Qilin appear in Qingyun Sect?”

Lin Jingyu, receiving the transmission, furrowed his brows and looked utterly astonished.

“Qi Hao, could it be that there are other transmigrators in this world?”

Qi Hao’s face darkened instantly as he replied,

“I’m not sure either, but your guess could be right. Look at that Fire Qilin—do you think it might be from another world?”

Lin Jingyu examined the Fire Qilin again. Noticing that it looked somewhat small, a thought suddenly struck him.

“Qi Hao, don’t you think this Fire Qilin looks a bit like the one from the Storm World?”

Qi Hao scrutinized it carefully, then firmly shook his head.

“I don’t think so. We both know the Fire Qilin from the Storm World was already tainted with demonic energy and had a savage temperament.

But this one has clear consciousness. Though there’s a bit of naivety in its gaze, it clearly possesses intelligence, so I suspect it’s not the same one.

Could it be that we’re mistaken? Maybe this world originally had two Qilins, but they just weren’t mentioned before.

And because of our transmigration, the world changed—leading to the appearance of the Fire Qilin in Qingyun Sect?”

Lin Jingyu pondered for a moment, then responded via voice transmission.

“That’s definitely possible. Let’s keep observing for now.”

Qi Hao replied,

“Fine, we’ll observe. But let me make one thing clear, our grudge won’t end because of this.”

Lin Jingyu’s face turned cold, and his tone became equally frosty.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let go of our hatred so easily either.”

Between Lin Jingyu and Qi Hao, besides the shared identity of being transmigrators, lay even deeper conflicts of interest.

Unless one of them willingly admitted defeat, recognized the other as the Child of Destiny, gave up the right to inherit the leadership of Longshou Peak, and even entrusted their life to the other, their enmity could never be resolved…