Translator: Paperplane, Zenobys
The Celestial Cultivation Sect disciples all took three steps away from Jin Yuyao, as if they didn’t know her.
“Interesting!” Liu Rushuang couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Shuang’er, let’s watch from the rooftop,” Han Moze said with a gentle voice.
Liu Rushuang saw there was a restaurant with three floors, then nodded. “Alright.”
So then, Han Moze and Liu Rushuang flew up to the rooftop, hand in hand, allowing their clothes to flutter behind them. One looked mighty and the other looked dainty; together, they painted the picture of a perfect couple.
Once again, the audience’s gaze was drawn to Han Moze and Liu Rushuang. With faces full of curiosity, they thought back to the giant net which had covered the sky and those special inner breath balls from earlier. They wondered just who were Han Moze and Liu Rushuang.
“That married couple is truly amazing! It’d be great if they removed their masks so I take a peek at who they are,” sighed Hua Moyu.
“I bet they’re great masters from another world! I really want to be their friend,” said Mu Yunxuan with a faint smile.
“How can they fly so high? So amazing!” Gong Yifei gasped as he clapped his hands.
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Nangong Ba squinted slightly and hid the sense of loneliness in his eyes. “Since I am holding the beauty contest, then I shall decide on the rules. Does anyone have any opinions on the matter?”
The people below seemed to express no particular opinion, so Nangong Ba grinned and continued.
“It’s getting late, so let’s make this contest a little simpler. First, we’ll invite all the participants to stand in one line on the stage.”
Jin Yuyao delightedly stood in front of Nangong Ba and watched him with sparkling eyes.
Nangong Ba ignored her and looked over at the hundreds of beautiful women. “And may we please ask all the ladies to turn around,” he said flatly.
Just like that, hundreds of upright, young beautiful women stood on stage, facing the citizens and members of the pugilist world.
People who had made their way there felt really lucky to behold such a sight.
Liu Rushuang leaned on Han Moze and curiously asked, “How will Nangong Ba choose?”
Han Moze grinned emotionlessly. “Perhaps, he wants to ask the citizens to choose.”
All they heard was Nangong Ba’s flat voice. “The first test will be a competition of Qinggong. The first thirty women who can fly the furthest forward may pass onto the next round.”
Liu Rushuang and Han Moze’s mouths couldn’t help but twitch. So that’s how…
After Nangong Ba’s announcement, the Superior Slaying Shrine cleared the stage.
“Then, start,” said Nangong Ba in a voice as clear as the strings on a guqin.
In an instant, hundreds of beautiful women used their Qinggong to fly forward.
After getting first place, Jin Yuyao gleefully cried, “Haha! I never thought I’d be this good.”
The beautiful ladies who lost, instantly shot dagger-like glares at her.
How infuriating! I actually lost to that shameless woman?!
Thereafter, the first thirty beautiful ladies who passed the Qinggong test stepped onto the stage again to face Nangong Ba.
Nangong Ba shot a glance at Jin Yuyao who stood not too far in front of him with a glowing smile, and the corner of his lips couldn’t help but smirk.
Then, he flatly cried, “The second test will be a competition of calligraphy. The top fifteen ladies will be able to pass to the next round.”
Soon enough, five desks and stationary like brushes, ink, and paper were placed on the stage. The beautiful women took turns to write and note their full names.
In the end, dozens of calligraphy experts were invited to judge and choose the top fifteen participants.
To no surprise, Jin Yuyao entered the next round again.
The fifteen women stood before Nangong Ba once again and waited for the next round. All the beautiful women looked extremely alluring and charming beyond compare.
Liu Rushuang slightly furrowed her brows. “Ze, what do you think the next round will be?”