With Heaven-Defying Talent, I Actually Became Lu Xueqi

However, most of the crowd’s attention wasn’t on the match—instead, they kept sneaking glances at Lu Xueqi.

Unfortunately, Lu Xueqi was wearing a veil. Although people could glimpse her graceful figure and partial features, her breathtaking beauty was enough to astonish, and her mysterious aura only fueled everyone’s curiosity further. Many secretly hoped that during a future battle, her veil would be blown away so they could witness her true face.

Wen Min’s victory made Master Shuiyue nod in satisfaction.

Yesterday, of the nine Xiaozhu Peak disciples who participated, only two had advanced, which had left Master Shuiyue rather displeased. Wen Min’s victory today at least slightly improved her mood.

Thinking of Lu Xueqi’s strength, Master Shuiyue’s heart filled with more joy. Judging by the current trend, Xiaozhu Peak was very likely to have two disciples enter the top 16 today, which would be a passable result.

After Wen Min's match ended, Master Shuiyue led Lu Xueqi toward another arena.

As they approached the platform, they saw the area packed tightly with onlookers.

Ever since yesterday’s matchups were announced, Lu Xueqi’s battle had become one of the most anticipated.

Not only were ordinary disciples paying attention, even elders and peak masters of the Qingyun Sect were highly invested.

Everyone knew Lu Xueqi was exceptionally powerful, one of the favorites to win the tournament. Many wanted to witness her prowess firsthand.

As soon as Master Shuiyue and Lu Xueqi arrived, the outer circle of Qingyun Sect disciples automatically made way, though their eyes remained fixated on Lu Xueqi, filled with anticipation and eagerness.

Stepping into the arena, Lu Xueqi looked around and found that the audience was quite formidable.

Aside from her master, Master Shuiyue, there were also Shang Zhengliang, Head of Chaoyang Peak, Daoist Cang Song of Longshou Peak, and even Master Daoxuan himself.

Master Shuiyue gave a slight nod of greeting to the others, then found a seat and said to Lu Xueqi,

“Xueqi, go ahead.”

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, and in a flash, appeared atop the arena.

At that moment, Lin Bufan of Chaoyang Peak was incredibly nervous, beads of sweat dotting his forehead.

Ever since he learned yesterday that his opponent was Lu Xueqi, he had known that his journey in the Seven Peaks Tournament was over—he stood no chance.

He had originally planned to simply go through the motions and surrender voluntarily today.

However, now that his peak master, Shang Zhengliang, had arrived in person—and with Master Daoxuan, Daoist Cang Song, and other peak heads watching—he felt immense pressure and no longer dared to surrender outright.

When Lu Xueqi stepped onto the stage, Lin Bufan trembled as he bowed.

“Lin Bufan of Chaoyang Peak greets Senior Sister.”

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly.

“No need for formalities, Junior Brother Lin Bufan.”

Seeing that both parties were ready, a nearby elder announced,

“Since both contestants are in position, today’s match officially begins. This round is a sparring bout between Lin Bufan of Chaoyang Peak and Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak. As fellow disciples, you must not inflict harm using excessive force.”

As he spoke, he deliberately cast a glance at Lu Xueqi. Her overwhelming display of power yesterday had left him worried that she might unintentionally injure Lin Bufan.

Lu Xueqi nodded again and took the initiative to speak.

“Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak, please advise.”

Lin Bufan responded,

“Lin Bufan of Chaoyang Peak, please advise.”

With that, he raised his right hand, summoning an Immortal Sword faintly flickering with lightning, which hovered above his head.

With his master and many sect leaders and the Sect Leader himself watching, Lin Bufan resolved to give it his all. Even if he lost, he would do so with dignity.

Otherwise, he’d surely face consequences upon returning.

Below the stage, many disciples from various peaks began shouting,

“Go, Sister Lu! Defeat Lin Bufan of Chaoyang Peak!”

Their cheers echoed throughout the arena.

Even more shocking was that several Chaoyang Peak disciples, who were supposed to be cheering for Lin Bufan, had defected upon seeing Lu Xueqi and joined the cheering crowd supporting her.

Seeing this, Shang Zhengliang’s expression turned slightly grim. He turned to Master Shuiyue and said,

“Sister Shuiyue, your Xiaozhu Peak disciple is certainly popular.”

His tone carried a strong note of jealousy.

Master Shuiyue chuckled softly.

“Naturally, disciples of my Xiaozhu Peak are well-liked—unlike those from your Chaoyang Peak, who don’t even get support from their own people.”

Hearing this, Daoist Tianyun's face darkened even more. He glared fiercely at Master Shuiyue and fell silent, shifting his attention to the arena.

On the stage, after seeing Lin Bufan summon his Immortal Sword, Lu Xueqi made no move at all.

Her expression remained calm as she quietly watched Lin Bufan.

That composed demeanor made Lin Bufan feel an immense spike of pressure.

Yet at this point, there was no turning back. Lin Bufan suddenly let out a roar, channeling all his spiritual power into his Thunderclap Immortal Sword.

In an instant, the Thunderclap Immortal Sword erupted with crackling lightning, radiating sharp, deadly energy.

Then, Lin Bufan pointed forward fiercely, and the sword shot out a bolt of thunderous sword energy, streaking straight toward Lu Xueqi.

Facing this fierce attack, Lu Xueqi remained utterly motionless, standing quietly in place as if she had been stunned by the incoming strike.

Down below, the Qingyun Sect disciples instantly turned pale and shouted in alarm.

“Junior Sister Lu, dodge quickly!”

“Junior Sister Lu, fight back!”

“Lin Bufan, if you dare hurt Junior Sister Lu, I’ll make you pay after the match!”

“That’s right, Lin Bufan, stop right now!”

Their cries were filled with urgency and concern.

Hearing the anxious voices from below, Lin Bufan’s face showed a hint of hesitation. For a moment, he wasn’t sure whether he should immediately recall his Immortal Sword.

However, just as the Thunderclap Immortal Sword was about to strike Lu Xueqi—

BOOM!

A deafening explosion resounded.

The Thunderclap Immortal Sword abruptly froze midair, as though it had slammed into an invisible, unyielding wall. It couldn’t advance a single inch further.

The disciples below widened their eyes in disbelief and shouted in shock,

“What is that?”

At the same time, Shang Zhengliang of Chaoyang Peak, Daoist Cang Song of Longshou Peak, and others shot to their feet in unison.

They stared at the scene on the arena with expressions of utter disbelief.

Shang Zhengliang cried out in alarm,

“Protective Profound Qi!”

Then, with a mix of awe and astonishment, he turned to Master Shuiyue and said,

“Sister Shuiyue, to think your disciple has already broken through to the Upper Purity Realm—this truly exceeds all our expectations!”

Master Shuiyue replied calmly and evenly,

“It’s merely Xueqi’s good fortune.”

With that, she said no more.

Though her face remained composed, Master Shuiyue’s heart surged with elation, barely able to contain her joy.

Lu Xueqi gazed at the Thunderclap Immortal Sword, which hovered a mere zhang (three meters) in front of her. She slowly raised her hand.

In that instant, a powerful force burst forth from her palm.

BOOM! Another thunderous roar.

That force struck the Thunderclap Immortal Sword with immense might.

The sword, like a kite with its string cut, was hurled backward, severely damaged.

Under Lin Bufan’s horrified and stunned gaze, the sword slammed brutally into his chest.

BANG! Lin Bufan and the Thunderclap Immortal Sword were sent flying off the arena by that terrifying force, crashing to the ground in a heap. He struggled for a long time but could barely stand.

On the arena, the elder overseeing the match stared at Lu Xueqi in shock, utterly stunned.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that someone so young could already break through to the Upper Purity Realm.

He himself had cultivated for centuries, and even now had only reached the Ninth Level of the Jade Purity Realm, still unable to break through to the Upper Purity Realm.

At that moment, the elder was filled with deep emotion and couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

“What a monster.”

Then, raising his voice, he loudly announced,

“Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak is victorious!”

As his words rang out, Lu Xueqi’s figure flashed and she reappeared before Master Shuiyue.

She bowed respectfully and said,

“I did not fail Master’s expectations.”

Master Shuiyue beamed with joy and nodded in satisfaction.

“Well done, Xueqi.”

Afterward, Master Shuiyue exchanged greetings with Master Daoxuan, Daoist Cang Song, and Shang Zhengliang.

Then she led Lu Xueqi and the Xiaozhu Peak disciples away from the arena.