Her father had taught her before.
When speaking, leave three-tenths unsaid; when acting, hold back seven-tenths.
When venturing outside, unless one’s reverse scale is touched, one should not easily make a move.
When engaging with others, unless the opponent draws their weapon first, one should not easily unsheathe their sword.
Because a sword is meant for killing.
If one draws their sword without the resolve to kill, they are unworthy of being called a swordsman.
“Hah, truly arrogant.”
Wang Xuan snorted coldly, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
He poured Spiritual Power into the edge of his sword, unleashing a crescent-shaped sword radiance.
The formidable momentum instantly startled everyone around.
“This… this is Senior Brother Wang’s strongest killing move, the Bright Moon Slash!”
“To think he would use this move against Ye Ling’er?”
“You don’t understand. Miss Rou’er is watching. Senior Brother Wang must surely be venting anger for her.”
“A strike from the Golden Core Stage with killing intent is indeed terrifying!”
“Alas, it seems Ye Ling’er will either die or be crippled today.”
The crescent radiance blasted toward Ye Ling’er, stirring up thick clouds of dust.
Wang Xuan was confident that with this move unleashed, the outcome of the battle was beyond any doubt.
He stood proudly with his sword, exuding the demeanor of a master, and said calmly, “Junior Sister Ling’er, admit defeat.”
“For the sake of the Ye family’s reputation, as long as you obediently kowtow and apologize to Junior Sister Rou’er, I will spare your life. I’ll only break one of your legs and let you go…”
However, before Wang Xuan could finish speaking, his words abruptly stopped.
The billowing dust before him instantly dissipated with a bang.
Everyone fixed their gaze and saw that Ye Ling’er, having withstood Wang Xuan’s killing move, was completely unharmed.
Her robe remained neat and tidy, not even stained with a speck of dust.
“Heavens, what am I seeing?!”
“Senior Brother Wang’s strongest killing move was actually…”
Amidst the crowd’s exclamations of astonishment, Ye Ling’er smiled faintly and said, “Wang Xuan, is this your strongest strike?”
“Is this all? And you dare call yourself the number one genius?”
Wang Xuan’s face turned pale then flushed, his heart roiling with shock.
“You… you’re merely at the Foundation Establishment Realm. How could you possibly block my Bright Moon Slash?!”
“Because you are too weak.”
Ye Ling’er smiled slightly and unhurriedly swung her sword.
This sword strike seemed light and unremarkable.
But the moment the sword edge was swung, the surrounding air instantly reversed its flow.
Everyone was enveloped by a sharp sword pressure, suffocating and struggling to breathe.
A sharp Sword Intent filled the entire classroom.
It was as if some great sword master had struck toward their White Deer Academy.
“This aura…”
Wang Xuan’s pupils constricted sharply, and he exclaimed in terror, “Nascent Soul Realm?!”
“This… how is this possible?!”
The surrounding crowd was instantly stunned, their eyes wide open, unable to speak.
Ye Ling’er was a Nascent Soul Great Master.
Even their teacher, Yang Wending, was only at Golden Core Peak.
Ye Ling’er was the same age as them. How could she possibly have reached the Nascent Soul Realm?!
Yet, the ironclad truth lay before them, forcing them to believe.
Faced with the oppressive intimidation of a Nascent Soul Great Master, Wang Xuan was directly immobilized on the spot, unable to move at all.
“Bone Shattering!”
Ye Ling’er shouted sternly, striking toward Wang Xuan from a distance with a palm.
In the next second, the Sword Intent in the air rapidly converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
The air currents condensed into an invisible long sword that directly pierced Wang Xuan’s chest.
After the long sword struck, it exploded once again inside Wang Xuan’s body.
Waves of pure Sword Intent shattered all the bones throughout his body.
“Ah!”
Wang Xuan collapsed limply to the ground like mud, letting out a shrill, pig-like scream.
“Stop, ahhh!”
“Save me, save me quickly!”
However, even the formidable senior brother Wang Xuan had been so thoroughly crushed by Ye Ling’er.
The Qi Refining Stage youngsters around naturally had no courage to step forward and make fools of themselves.
Within seconds, all the bones in Wang Xuan’s body were shattered by the Sword Intent.
He lay limp as mud in a pool of blood, unable to move at all.
Ye Ling’er let out a soft sigh and slowly turned her head.
Even though Qin Rou had already hidden herself in the crowd, she was still precisely locked onto by Ye Ling’er’s gaze.
Feeling Ye Ling’er’s murderous stare, Qin Rou was terrified out of her wits, her clothes already soaked through with cold sweat.
At this moment, her heart was filled only with deep regret.
Regretting why, out of jealousy, she had provoked such a terrifying scourge.
Ye Ling’er glanced at Qin Rou before turning her head again and slowly walking up to Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan’s face was ashen with despair as he rasped, “Junior Sister Ling’er, I… I was wrong…”
“I beg you to spare me, I promise I’ll never get involved in this matter again…”
“Didn’t you just say you were going to break one of my legs?”
Ye Ling’er said calmly, “Father said, when cutting weeds, you must pull out the roots.”
After leaving this icy remark, Ye Ling’er swung her sword once more.
She directly severed Wang Xuan’s throat, ending his life.
This ruthless strike was executed without the slightest hesitation.
It left the entire scene silent as a tomb, as quiet as a funeral hall.
They were still immersed in the terror of Ye Ling’er’s strength.
Nascent Soul Realm.
A sixteen-year-old Nascent Soul Realm.
Across the entire Great Qi Dynasty, there probably wasn’t a second monster of this level.
For a moment, even Wang Xuan’s death seemed unsurprising to them.
A mere Golden Core Realm dared to call himself the top genius.
A Nascent Soul killing a Golden Core was perfectly reasonable.
Just as Qin Rou was in shock, Ye Ling’er’s cold gaze once again fixed on her.
She desperately tried to hide deeper into the crowd.
But the boys who usually flocked around her now wisely stepped aside, knowing their place.
No one dared to offend the fierce deity Ye Ling’er just to please Qin Rou.
Ye Ling’er walked unhurriedly up to Qin Rou and said calmly, “Do you want to die, or do you want to tell the truth?”
With that, Ye Ling’er slowly took a bracelet from her bosom.
This bracelet was not Qin Rou’s gold-inlaid jade bracelet.
It was made of blood jade, carved with an orchid pattern, blooming like fresh blood, stunningly beautiful, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
“See this?”
“That broken bracelet of yours is just a Mystic Grade Spiritual Treasure.”
“This one was given to me by my father—the Orchid Heart Blood Jade Bracelet, Heaven Grade Superior Quality.”
“Only three exist in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.”
“Would I covet your trash?”
Ye Ling’er displayed the bracelet, leaving everyone stunned.
“My heavens, this… this is a Heaven Grade Spiritual Treasure?”
“Not just me, even my father has only heard of it, never seen it!”
“I never imagined the Ye family still possessed such heritage today.”
“After all, it’s the Carefree Prince’s Mansion—even a dead tiger’s skeleton remains imposing…”
Faced with Ye Ling’er’s domineering counterattack, Qin Rou’s face turned pale then flushed.
She absolutely could not admit that she had slandered Ye Ling’er.
Otherwise, her reputation in the academy would be completely ruined.
But if she didn’t admit it…
Feeling the dull ache from the wound on her calf.
For the first time, Qin Rou felt this sense of helpless despair in her heart.
……
Meanwhile.
Ye Qing drank wine and rode his horse, staggering out of the city under the strange gazes of passersby.
Upon reaching the wilderness, he was suddenly struck by a whim and smacked his lips.
“Hmm…”
“Could go for some barbecue.”