With Heaven-Defying Talent, I Actually Became Lu Xueqi

Lu Xueqi watched Lin Jingyu approach under Wen Min’s guidance and couldn't help but ponder the reason for his visit.

Was it really just to share some information about Qi Hao?

However, she didn’t dwell on it. Once Lin Jingyu arrived, she would naturally find out.

Following Wen Min’s lead, Lin Jingyu walked forward, his gaze fixed on the stunning figure ahead, a fire quietly igniting within him.

Once he stood before Lu Xueqi, he bowed respectfully and said,

“Longshou Peak’s Lin Jingyu greets Senior Sister Lu.”

Lu Xueqi responded indifferently,

“No need for formalities, Junior Brother Lin. What brings you here today?”

Lin Jingyu showed no reaction to her cold tone and replied openly.

“Senior Sister Lu will be facing our Longshou Peak’s senior disciple Qi Hao for the championship today. Though Qi Senior Brother’s strength may be inferior to yours, our Master, to ensure Longshou Peak's victory, personally passed on a secret technique to him before the match.”

Lu Xueqi was slightly surprised.

“Oh? What sort of secret technique?”

Seeing that he had piqued her interest, Lin Jingyu felt a surge of joy.

Besides wanting to leave a good impression on Lu Xueqi, one of his goals in coming was also to hinder Qi Hao.

“This technique is called the Secret Art of Spirit Explosion. Once used, it can temporarily increase one’s strength by thirty percent. I urge Senior Sister Lu to be cautious.”

“I understand. Thank you for informing me, Junior Brother Lin.”

Lu Xueqi gave a slight nod.

Lin Jingyu showed a charming smile at just the right moment.

“To be of help to Senior Sister Lu is my honor.”

He hadn’t expected Lu Xueqi to suddenly change the topic.

“Qi Hao is your Longshou Peak’s top disciple, and your hope for the championship. Aren’t you afraid of being punished by Uncle Master Cang Song for doing this?”

Lin Jingyu remained unfazed.

“Only you and I know about this. Besides, Qi Hao and I are at odds—I’d very much like to see you dampen his arrogance.”

Lu Xueqi was slightly surprised.

“You’re quite honest.”

“In front of the wise Senior Sister Lu, I wouldn’t dare hide a thing.”

Lin Jingyu replied earnestly.

Just then, a commotion erupted outside the residence. Qi Hao was approaching with disciples from Longshou Peak, attempting to barge in.

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly at the sight.

Lin Jingyu, however, looked on with disdain, though remembering Qi Hao had bound a system, he gave a reminder.

“Senior Sister Lu, one more thing—when you face Qi Hao, avoid physical contact with him at all costs. He possesses a strange secret technique on his body.”

Lu Xueqi seemed to recall the time Qi Hao had trespassed on Xiaozhu Peak, trying to make physical contact with her. She immediately understood.

“Thank you for the warning.”

Seeing that Lu Xueqi didn’t question his motives and trusted him so easily, Lin Jingyu was secretly delighted.

He glanced at the flustered Qi Hao outside, a flicker of contempt in his eyes.

“Senior Sister Lu, I’ll take my leave first.”

Receiving a nod from Lu Xueqi, Lin Jingyu turned and departed.

Outside the residence, he mockingly called out to the riled Qi Hao.

“Oh, what wind blew you here, Senior Brother Qi? This is Xiaozhu Peak’s residence—if you want to act shameless, go back to Longshou Peak.”

Qi Hao was furious.

“Lin Jingyu! Shut your mouth! I just wanted to speak with Junior Sister Lu before the match—how is that causing trouble?”

He glared at Lin Jingyu with resentment, a strong sense of crisis welling up inside.

He hadn’t even been able to see Lu Xueqi alone, so how had this brat managed it?

Wen Min watched the verbal clash between Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu, exchanged glances with a few junior sisters behind her, and silently thought.

‘The rumors must be true.’

These two geniuses from Longshou Peak really were at each other’s throats.

“This is the resting area for Xiaozhu Peak’s female disciples. I’ll have to ask the both of you to leave.”

Wen Min said coldly, cutting off their argument.

Qi Hao’s face turned ashen at her words.

Not only had he failed to see Lu Xueqi today, he’d also lost face in front of Lin Jingyu.

He gave a cold snort, flung his sleeves, and stormed off with the Longshou Peak disciples.

Lin Jingyu, on the other hand, was secretly pleased—not only had he achieved his goal, but he’d also humiliated Qi Hao in public.

He cupped his hands toward Wen Min and turned to return to Longshou Peak’s residence.

Wen Min watched Qi Hao’s departing figure and shook her head in disappointment.

This once-talented youth of the Qingyun Sect had now fallen into such disgrace—it was truly lamentable.

Meanwhile, the leaders of each peak emerged from the Jade Purity Hall, their expressions grave.

Master Shuiyue returned to the Xiaozhu Peak team, and Lu Xueqi immediately stepped forward and bowed.

“Greetings, Master.”

She already knew that Qi Hao’s injuries hadn’t healed, so her chances of winning this match were extremely high. As long as Lu Xueqi could maintain stable output today, taking the championship wouldn’t be a problem.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Master Shuiyue led the Xiaozhu Peak disciples toward the arena.

Along the way, though some disciples wanted to speak with Lu Xueqi, none dared to act out of turn due to Master Shuiyue’s intimidating presence.

Over on Dazhu Peak’s side, Zhang Xiaofan stared blankly at Lu Xueqi’s graceful figure.

Tian Ling’er noticed and was quietly furious.

“Xiaofan, do you think Senior Sister Lu is pretty?”

Tian Ling’er suddenly stomped hard on his foot.

“Senior Sister Lu is indeed pretty.”

Zhang Xiaofan replied honestly, completely missing the flush on his senior sister’s face.

“You!”

Tian Ling’er stomped her foot in frustration and ran over to Su Ru’s side.

Su Ru gave Zhang Xiaofan a helpless glare—this disciple’s cultivation had indeed improved rapidly, but his emotional intelligence was abysmally low.

After Tian Buyi returned, he didn’t notice anything unusual between his daughter and his young disciple. Instead, he said,

“Let’s head over as well.”

Zhang Xiaofan naturally had no objections.

Tian Buyi led everyone to the front of the arena, and the surrounding disciples quickly made way.

Today’s duel, after all, starred Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu.

As Tian Buyi brought Zhang Xiaofan to the platform, Dao Xuan and the various Peak Masters took their seats.

Though most peaks no longer had disciples in the competition, everyone was still eager to witness this battle that would determine the top four rankings.

“.…Look at Dazhu Peak and Longshou Peak’s disciples!”

Fenghui Peak’s head, Zeng Shuchang, glared at the disciples behind him, shaking his head in disappointment.

The scolded disciples could only offer bitter smiles—limited by talent, they truly couldn’t reach such heights.

When Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu ascended the platform at their respective masters’ signals, both happened to glance toward the spectator seats—at Lu Xueqi.

This action made Lu Xueqi furrow her brows slightly. In the chat group, she complained.

Lu Xueqi: “Why are those two looking at me before the fight?”

Xiao Yan: “Hahaha, Fairy Lu’s charm is simply overwhelming!”

Lu Xueqi: “Serious talk—who do you all think will win this match?”

Lu Yu: “I’m betting on Zhang Xiaofan. He broke through your Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art defense and he’s the child of destiny. His strength shouldn’t be underestimated.”

Xiao Yan: “But Lin Jingyu is a transmigrator. He probably has some system support.”

Lu Xueqi: “Strangely, Zhang Xiaofan’s performance doesn’t match the original story, nor does he seem like a transmigrator. I’m not sure what’s wrong with him.”

As the group continued their discussion, the fight on the platform had already reached its climax.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword radiated emerald light toward the heavens, while the Firewood Stick unleashed waves of blue brilliance. Explosions echoed nonstop.

Lin Jingyu grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Still injured, he could only exert seventy percent of his power, and any advantage his higher realm granted had already vanished.

More terrifying still was Zhang Xiaofan’s seemingly bottomless spiritual energy reserves and his physique, tough as bronze and iron, which gave Lin Jingyu the illusion of facing a savage beast from ancient times.

“How is this possible…”

Lin Jingyu gritted his teeth, thinking to himself.

“This timid fool from the original story—how did he become this strong?”

From the viewing platform, Lu Xueqi narrowed her eyes and analyzed in the chat group.

Lu Xueqi: “Lin Jingyu’s Daoist arts are exquisite, but he lacks endurance. If he has no trump card, he’ll lose within a hundred moves.”

Just as she predicted, after thirty exchanges, cold sweat was already forming on Lin Jingyu’s forehead.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaofan only grew more and more valiant. Each swing of the Firewood Stick carried the force to split mountains and shatter stones.

“Damn it!”

A ruthless glint flickered in Lin Jingyu’s eyes—he had no choice but to use “that” move.