The Green Seed Competition Begins

More than half a month had passed since the day of the annulled engagement.

Yanqing Sect buzzed with activity today, for it marked the opening of the Green Seed Competition.

Immortal guests thronged the grounds, a ceaseless stream of figures, tall and short, though most possessed a delicate, endearing charm.

After all, in this world, the sheer number of women born with spiritual roots far surpassed that of men.

Moreover, given that everyone here was a cultivator, unsightly appearances were a rarity.

A mere glance revealed that at least seven out of ten individuals could easily rival the celebrities of Qin Yan’s previous life.

At this moment, Yu Qingxuan was seated within a combat arena.

A combat arena, as it was called, was a venue erected by the sect specifically for disciples to engage in duels.

Bearing a resemblance to the ancient Roman Colosseum, it suggested that Yanqing Sect rather encouraged sparring amongst its students.

“Junior Brother, you can do it!”

Perched on the high platform, Yu Qingxuan gazed at Qin Yan in the arena and, heedless of the surrounding stares, shouted her encouragement at the top of her lungs.

The Green Seed Competition was open to all disciples of the sect, encompassing both outer and inner disciples.

However, the primary contenders, naturally, were true disciples like Qin Yan.

Outer and inner disciples were, after all, still burdened by the concerns of daily life, whereas true disciples needed only to focus diligently on their cultivation.

Consequently, the disparity between the two groups remained quite significant.

Many spectators filled the seats around the combat arena.

Hearing Yu Qingxuan’s shouts, some couldn’t help but glance over.

Among them were faces familiar to Yu Qingxuan and others that were not, yet she met each gaze without the slightest hesitation.

As Yanqing Sect’s Senior Sister of her generation, and possessing the highest cultivation among her peers, she naturally had no reservations.

Yu Qingxuan then noticed many peers from other peaks, as well as those of her junior brother’s generation, all observing the scene below.

After all, her junior brother was considered the Senior Brother among their peers.

‘Senior Sister’ held little interest for them, as they were all women themselves.

However, mention ‘Senior Brother,’ and many female cultivators suddenly found themselves wide awake with curiosity.

As for the name Qin Yan, most Yanqing Sect disciples only knew him as the Grand Elder’s true disciple, having rarely, if ever, seen him.

This was largely due to Qin Yan’s reclusive nature in his daily life.

Many female cultivators, upon seeing Qin Yan standing in the combat arena, his figure tall and straight, clutching a long spear…

‘Could a man truly be this beautiful?’

Qin Yan’s demeanor was unlike any man in this world, akin to a fiery stallion galloping across the plains.

He inevitably ignited a desire for conquest in onlookers, making them yearn to mount him and ride wild.

If most men were fashioned from sugar and honey, then the Senior Brother before them was forged of iron and fire!

“Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo…”

‘What was that sound?’

Following the sound, Yu Qingxuan glanced at a female cultivator seated not far from her, observing the drool practically dripping from her lips.

This was, quite simply, an extreme display of suppressed desire.

After all, the sect already had a significant imbalance of more women than men, and her junior brother was undeniably handsome.

The female cultivator, fixed under Yu Qingxuan’s fierce stare, might not have recognized her, but having overheard her earlier words, she understood that Yu Qingxuan was Qin Yan’s Senior Sister.

The sect’s Senior Sister, no less.

Her expression stiffened, only to find Yu Qingxuan had already turned her head away.

The combat arena’s next battle was about to commence.

This was Qin Yan’s first match, and his opponent was an outer disciple, a female cultivator who had yet to reach the Foundation Establishment stage.

The female cultivator, facing Qin Yan, was remarkably straightforward, immediately conceding defeat.

“Qin Yan, victorious!”

With the referee’s declaration, the first battle concluded.

No one present was surprised by this outcome; the disparity in their cultivation levels was simply too vast, making concession the most prudent choice.

The second battle swiftly began, with Qin Yan facing an inner disciple.

“Senior Brother Qin, please excuse me.”

The woman wore a peculiar, form-fitting outfit, its texture somewhat akin to leather, and it clung to her body quite tightly.

Crucially, her figure was remarkably exaggerated, complemented by a bob of ear-length short hair.

Such an unusual ensemble caused Qin Yan to frown slightly, giving him the distinct impression he had stumbled into some strange affair.

His gaze then carefully scrutinized the woman before him.

As a normal male, still navigating the throes of adolescence, he inevitably felt a flicker of impulse.

However, he quickly reined in his thoughts, taking another glance, and mused, ‘Hmm, not as ample as Senior Sister’s.’

“Just do your best.”

Qin Yan replied with a faint tone.

He understood that this world’s notions of gender were somewhat peculiar.

The events that sometimes unfolded created a stark disconnect between his own perceptions and reality, almost enough to drive a person mad.

Perhaps simply indulging would have been better.

With his looks, physique, and status, which woman wouldn’t fall at his feet?

Yet, such thoughts could only remain fantasies.

“Let the match begin!”

Just then, the referee’s voice rang out.

“Senior Brother Qin, look, what is that?”

The woman suddenly gazed towards the horizon, exclaiming to Qin Yan with a surprised expression.

Qin Yan frowned faintly, his gaze following hers.

Instantly, he felt a powerful gust of wind rush towards him.

He swiftly brought his long spear up to block, and a resounding “clang” echoed through the air.

The woman had, astonishingly, closed the distance, a dagger clutched in her hand.

Had Qin Yan not reacted with such speed, he might truly have been taken down by the sneak attack.

Their breaths mingled in the close proximity.

The woman was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling dramatically, indicating she had expended considerable energy in that sudden move.

The surrounding spectators, witnessing this scene, let out a collective hiss of disapproval.

After all, a sneak attack, no matter how one viewed it, was rather unsportsmanlike.

Yu Qingxuan, in particular, seeing this unfold, pressed her lips into a tight line, her teeth grinding audibly.

Her ire wasn’t solely due to the woman’s sneak attack; it was compounded by the fact that the woman was currently locked in a “four-eyed gaze” with her own junior brother!

‘That vulgar figure, and those repulsive clothes—what exactly was she trying to achieve?’

‘It was clearly an attempt to seduce men, to seduce her own junior brother!’

Despite her junior brother’s somewhat unguarded nature around women, Yu Qingxuan knew Qin Yan well enough to understand that not just any woman could capture his heart.

Following this, the short-haired woman raised her hand in concession.

Her previous strike had been her strongest, and even with her unsportsmanlike tactic, Qin Yan had effortlessly parried it.

She had no further moves.

In two consecutive matches, Qin Yan had secured effortless victories.

After all, they were merely an outer and an inner disciple.

Qin Yan’s gaze swept over the surrounding spectators, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had somehow stumbled into a kingdom of women, surrounded by maidens who could all be called fairies.

He also spotted his Senior Sister, Yu Qingxuan, though her gaze wasn’t fixed on him.

Instead, it was fiercely directed at the short-haired woman, whose scalp was likely prickling as she prepared to depart.