At that time, she had no rivals among her peers, or even among those who were a cycle older than herself. Yan Yurou never cared about her Cultivation Realm, instead focusing all her efforts on researching the Taiyin and Taixu Daoist Skills.
When she stepped out of the Taixu Sect once again, she had already reached Core Formation. Even she didn’t know when she had condensed the Silver Core.
Back in Qingshui County, Liu Tangxi was the first to discover the legacy left by Demon Night True Monarch, and the first to encounter the two youngsters, but the events that followed made her realize the two could never coexist peacefully.
Thus, she seriously considered whom to take under her wing, and the reason she chose Jiang Feng in the end was merely because she thought the boy was likable and had a knack for cooking.
"Is this the Li Fire? Quite novel. Since the Saintess is interested, then Yu Rou can only modestly offer her skills."
There was no sign of fear in her eyes, instead, a hint of curiosity and competitiveness shone through.
Although her voice was light, if Jiang Feng had been here to hear that, he’d probably have goosebumps. Having spent sixteen years with this girl, how could he not know what that meant?
Whenever Yan Yurou started to act modestly, it meant the other party had stepped into her area of expertise, and quite solidly at that.
Her lips closed, touching the Jade Flute.
Previously in the sect, many had criticisms against the Great Elder Lan Tianyong for accepting a mere sixteen-year-old girl directly as his Direct Disciple, which seemed rather preposterous.
Usually, someone of his age would at most take her as a grand-disciple even if he really liked her, it would be proper for her to temporarily worship the Sect Master as her teacher, and to be personally taught by her. If he took a disciple across generations, it could easily lead to dissatisfaction among the others.
Why should a young girl be treated as a Junior Master by these centuries-old folks and even be bowed to respectfully?
However, this questioning dissipated in her second official year within the sect.
Before leaving the Taixu Sect, the Sect Master was somewhat worried about his Junior Disciple Sister, but Lan Tianyong casually waved her off, not even assigning a top-level expert to protect his beloved disciple.
It was clear he was confident in his youngest disciple.
And Yan Yurou, having smoothly advanced to Mid Grade Core Formation, did one ordinary thing before leaving Taixu Sect to pay respects to her ancestors at home.
She called out alone the chief grand-disciple under the second elder, who had already condensed the Nascent Soul.
Originally, the chief was quite proud, thinking that the Junior Master had long admired him, and he himself had intentions towards the Junior Master. He was about to showcase his manly prowess when unexpectedly, he was faced with a barrage of Shuyu Techniques.
Yes, the last thing she did before leaving was to thrash a Nascent Soul stage fellow sect member...
"Clarity in confusion, advance in retreat, level in roughness; the highest virtue is like a valley, broad virtue like inadequacy, established virtue like theft, pure quality as if changing; great purity as if disgraced, great squareness without corners, great vessel is never complete, great sound is hardly heard, great image has no form."
Ethereal and elusive voices came from all directions, and Yan Yurou didn’t exchange courtesies. Since the opponent, relying on a higher cultivation realm, did not want to make the first move, she would take the initiative.
Both were already furious, but Cen Yueyue just looked up at the sky, feeling the eerie power that had already enveloped the entire battlefield.
The middle of the arena seemed to have undergone some changes, but also seemed unchanged, yet the next second.
The feeling of weightlessness came without warning!
Her pupils contracted, a moment of panic arising in her heart. Unbeknownst to herself, she was already off the ground, her feet dangling in the air almost causing her to lose her balance!
"Illusion? Impossible."
Looking down, she saw Yan Yurou still standing in her original position, only her location seemed to have altered. Raising her hand, a fire serpent shot out from her sleeve, but shockingly, the space appeared slightly displaced.
Despite it being a direct attack, the fire serpent shifted mid-travel to her side. Stepping forward, she turned into a phantom, and in the next second reappeared elsewhere. This abrupt change caught Cen Yueyue off guard.
Originally, she had only heard of Taixu Taoist Skill at home. Seeing it today was indeed startling, no wonder her grandfather was so wary when mentioning that Great Elder.
"Great sound scarcely heard, what a concept of great sound scarcely heard."
The enlightened path seems mysterious, the forward path seems backward, the level path seems rough; this is the structure of the great sound scarcely heard. At the moment when the Jade Flute blew, the control had already shifted into Yan Yurou’s hands.
Fire Wings flapped a few times behind her, naturally, she wouldn’t truly be disturbed by this minor anomaly, stabilizing her stance, she flung a golden hairpin towards the outside.
The golden hairpin danced in the air, speeding away tens of meters in a blink, peripheral vision keeping track of her own Magic Treasure, but soon the golden hairpin unpredictably appeared in another unrelated corner and then another was thrown out.
"Completely disrupted, worthy of Taixu Taoist Skill, but how will you handle this?"
She raised an eyebrow.
Li Fire burst forth from her body and immediately spread, filling the entire space. Landing with Fire Feathers at the rear, she was cautious this time not to really touch the ground, staying close to ensure she wouldn’t lose her judgement like before.
"Fire Manipulation Technique."
Seeing Yan Yurou’s form still drifting forward, at a glance, it seemed like she was actively throwing herself into a fire pit, undoubtedly a suicidal move. But Cen Yueyue raised an eyebrow, realizing the opponent wanted to use this spacial dislocation mechanic to increase the distance.