Chapter 8

Sure enough, Ye Qiu had guessed from the beginning that they had come for the Seven Pulse Martial Gathering.

After all, this was the most important event of the Buxian Sect, and it was taken very seriously.

In his memory, the Zixia Peak had not participated in the Martial Gathering for nearly two sessions.

Due to the reason of Xuantian Zhenren, the Zixia Peak had no disciples to attend the competition.

And in this session, Ye Qiu was already the Chief Disciple, so he naturally would not participate. The only one who could participate was Lin Qingzhu.

Turning to look at the disciples behind him, Ye Qiu said indifferently, "Palm Teacher Brother, our Zixia Peak will participate!"

"Hmph..."

Qi Wuhui sneered disdainfully.

Among the seven pulses, only the Zixia Peak had a sparse number of people. The other pulses selected their participants through rigorous selection and elimination, all of whom were talented disciples.

Their strength was naturally not weak, and it could be said to be a gathering of geniuses.

And the Zixia Peak had only one disciple, so there was no need for selection.

Moreover, it was a newly admitted disciple. Even if she participated, what good ranking could she achieve?

According to Qi Wuhui's prediction, the weakest disciple participating in this Martial Gathering would at least be at the Xuanzhi Realm.

The more talented ones might have already reached the Tianxiang Realm.

What cultivation level was Lin Qingzhu at now?

She was only at the Fourth Level of Qi Practice. He didn't believe that Lin Qingzhu could break through to the Xuanzhi Realm in the next three months.

Even if she could, she would only be at the bottom.

If the Zixia Peak dared to participate, he would make them lose face.

At this moment, Qi Wuhui was secretly delighted. He began to look forward to the Martial Gathering in three months.

By then, he would secretly manipulate things to have his disciples eliminate Lin Qingzhu.

At that time, he could harshly mock Ye Qiu and take revenge for the earlier slight.

Hearing this cold snort, Ye Qiu glanced at him and said meaningfully, "Brother Qi seems to have little confidence in our Zixia Peak?"

"Then how about we make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

Hearing that Ye Qiu wanted to walk into a trap, Qi Wuhui immediately became interested.

"We bet on which of our two pulses will have a higher ranking in this Martial Gathering."

"Let's use an exquisite treasure as the stake, with Palm Teacher Brother as the witness. How about that?"

Hearing this, Qi Wuhui was secretly delighted. Was this kid crazy? Wasn't he just giving him a treasure?

Afraid that Ye Qiu would change his mind, Qi Wuhui immediately agreed.

"Alright, since Brother Ye is so enthusiastic, how can I refuse?"

"Palm Teacher Brother, please be a witness to avoid any reneging later."

Saying this, he turned to Meng Tianzheng, who shook his head and agreed.

He didn't know where Ye Qiu got the confidence to bet with Qi Wuhui.

After all, this old man would definitely send his own son to win.

Qi Hao, a First Rank Tianxiang powerhouse, was the strongest disciple in the Buxian Sect besides Liu Qingfeng.

And in this session, Liu Qingfeng was not participating, so Qi Hao was the de facto champion.

"Brother Ye! This time, you will be disappointed. Our Cangjian Peak is determined to win the championship of this Martial Gathering..."

With his plot succeeding, Qi Wuhui immediately showed his true colors, looking smug.

Ye Qiu glanced at him, turned to look at Lin Qingzhu, and said, "Qingzhu, your Uncle Qi doesn't seem to have much confidence in you."

"You must practice hard and not disappoint your Uncle Qi."

"Ah..."

Suddenly being called out by her master, Lin Qingzhu immediately became nervous. She knew that Ye Qiu had placed all his hopes on her.

The pressure was immense. If she lost, wouldn't her master lose face?

"Master, don't worry. I will work hard and strive not to disappoint Uncle Qi."

Lin Qingzhu said firmly. This time, Ye Qiu had stood up to Qi Wuhui for her.

She couldn't let Ye Qiu down at this critical moment.

The master's face was her face. She would do whatever it took to win back the honor for the Zixia Peak.

"Ha ha, then we'll see the results in three months?"

Qi Wuhui didn't take it seriously at all. He never believed that Lin Qingzhu could achieve a good ranking in the competition.

"Alright, we'll see the results in three months."

Ye Qiu replied confidently. Meng Tianzheng didn't say anything, finished his business, and flew away with Qi Wuhui to the other peaks.

After they left, Lin Qingzhu couldn't sit still and walked to Ye Qiu's side.

At this moment, she was deeply moved. She never expected that Ye Qiu would offend Qi Wuhui for her and even make a bet with him.

She felt a bit regretful, wondering why she had offended Qi Wuhui before, causing her master to have to stand up for her.

"Master, it's Qingzhu's fault. I caused you to stand up for me and make a bet with Uncle Qi, risking the loss of a treasure."

"Qingzhu swears, I will never do this again."

Turning to look at the teary-eyed beauty, Ye Qiu laughed, "Silly girl, who stood up for you? Don't be so self-centered."

"Ah..."

Lin Qingzhu was confused.

Wasn't it for me?

I was so moved just now, and I cried for nothing.

Feeling wronged, but then thinking about it, Lin Qingzhu smiled meaningfully.

"That's not right. Master must have said this to avoid making me feel bad."

"Um, it must be so."

"Hehe, a stubborn and soft-hearted man, I hate you."

Lin Qingzhu thought to herself. She didn't believe Ye Qiu's lies. He clearly stood up for her and quarreled with Qi Wuhui.

But then, she suddenly felt warm. Was this the feeling of being protected?

Actually, having such a young, handsome, and capable master was a beautiful thing.

Cultivation was boring, and she could daydream about her handsome master when she had nothing to do.

"Master, Qingzhu understands. With your style, you would never pay attention to someone like Uncle Qi.

The reason you did this is entirely for Qingzhu. This time, I was indeed wrong, causing Master to stand up for me."

"Master's kindness, Qingzhu will remember forever. Master, rest assured, I will work hard and strive to achieve a good ranking, so you won't lose too badly."

Hearing this, Ye Qiu's face darkened.

Is this girl crazy?

I've put my reputation on the line for you, and you're already talking about losing?

"Stop it."

"Remember! The tradition of our Zixia Peak is to admit mistakes and correct them, but never admit them. Even if a person dies, their mouth remains hard, never admitting mistakes..."

Lin Qingzhu: "..."

Does the Zixia Peak have such a tradition?

A dead duck's mouth is still hard?

But it seemed like a pretty good tradition.

Looking at the bewildered Lin Qingzhu, Ye Qiu found it amusing.

This tradition actually came from Xuantian Zhenren.

This old man was unreasonable, so what good could he pass down?

"Alright! Don't have a mental burden. Do your best."

"Even if I lose some face, it's fine. I don't have much face to lose anyway."

Thinking about the past ten years, Ye Qiu's lips twitched.

In the Buxian Sect, what face did he have left?

Who didn't know that the Zixia Peak had a useless Chief Disciple who just ate and waited to die?

However, there was still hope.

There were three months until the competition, and he could use this time to make some moves.