nycdaug Chapter 1116: You don't actually think you can beat me, do you?
Chapter 1116: You don't actually think you can beat me, do you?
That's where my thoughts come from.
Qin Yiyao was even more inclined to make fun of these people.
She didn't come here to drink junk food; she came to see how these aristocratic young men planned to play tricks on her.
Blame it on these ignorant spoiled brats who reminded her of her master once again.
"I heard that Fellow Daoist Qin ascended from the lower realm."
The woman beside Qingyin suddenly spoke, her tone inquiring, "Resources are scarce in the lower realms, and the inheritance of Daoist techniques is often incomplete. Fellow Daoist Qin was able to cultivate to ascension in that environment; you must have experienced a lot of hardships, right?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Yiyao chuckled inwardly.
Ha, as expected of a civilization that values hierarchy and status, they even try to use their social standing to intimidate her.
Qin Yiyao knew exactly what these people were thinking.
These people are all descendants of powerful families in the divine kingdom. They were born above all the heavens and myriad worlds. In their eyes, the ascended cultivators are nothing more than "natives of the Origin Realm" who have had a stroke of good luck. Their foundation is shallow and they are not worthy of being called "high-class".
Qin Yiyao looked up at the somewhat unruly woman, a faint smile curving her lips.
"When is the path of spiritual practice not arduous?"
"You were born into a divine kingdom, with noble status and inexhaustible resources. It is only natural that you have achieved what you have today."
Her tone was calm, yet it made the woman's face stiffen slightly.
Of course?
Doesn't this mean they rely entirely on their birth, rather than their own efforts?
We can't assume they're all mediocre just because they come from good families!
Qingyin glanced at his female companion without changing his expression. It could only be said that even her status as a marquis or princess hadn't given her a sharp tongue; she was speechless at the mention of a cultivator from the lower realm.
"Fellow Daoist Qin is mistaken."
Another woman in a pale yellow dress chuckled and spoke. She was beautiful, with a hint of pride in her eyes. “Talent and resources are both part of strength. The way of the dynasty values inheritance and accumulation. Without a solid foundation, even with some talent, it is difficult to achieve great things.”
Qin Yiyao smiled.
The teammate suffered a defeat, and now someone has come to smooth things over.
“You’re right. That’s why the Imperial Preceptor never looks at how eloquent a person is when choosing a disciple. Instead, he looks at their character, aptitude, and… how far they can go in the future.”
She paused, then turned her gaze to Qingyin: "Your Highness, how far do you think you can go?"
Direct and straightforward.
A hint of surprise flashed across Qingyin's eyes, then his smile deepened.
She almost completely ignored everyone else, focusing all her attention on him.
Rao is so.
Qingyin could also sense that this disciple of the Imperial Preceptor didn't really take him seriously.
"My path to enlightenment is still long, so I won't go into it. I invited you here today simply to get to know the National Preceptor's esteemed disciple. After all, I'm sure you'll hold an important position in the future, and there will always be a time when you're needed."
He leaned forward slightly, gazing at Qin Yiyao.
Qin Yiyao remained silent, her fingertips gently caressing the rim of the cup.
After a long pause, he suddenly laughed.
The smile was faint, yet it carried an indescribable sense of aloofness and arrogance.
"Your Highness, let's be frank about this."
Everyone at the table held their breath and looked at Qin Yiyao.
"You came to me not to get to know me, but because you can't stand the existence of the Grand Preceptor. However, you have no right to make trouble for him, so you plan to seek revenge from me. After all, among the other disciples, you are still just a junior with insufficient strength."
She raised her eyes, her gaze clear as a cold pool: "But I don't understand why you think you can beat me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the banquet.
Even the musicians who were playing in the corners stopped playing without realizing it.
Qingyin's smile froze for a moment.
He truly hadn't expected Qin Yiyao to be so direct and sharp, her cold glint already pressed against his throat before he could even conceal it.
The expressions of the sons of the powerful and wealthy at the banquet were also quite interesting.
Qingyin slowly put down the jade cup in his hand, the bottom of the cup making a crisp "tap" sound when it touched the table. "Fellow Daoist Qin, what do you mean by that?"
"literal meaning."
Qin Yiyao picked up the glass of fine wine in front of her, gently swirled it, watched the golden light shimmer in the glass, and then casually poured it away.
That's garbage, even a dog wouldn't drink it.
She put down her wine glass, looked at Qingyin, and completely ignored the others: "I understand that you want to test me, to see how capable the Grand Preceptor's new disciple really is, and even to use me to put pressure on the Grand Preceptor's faction."
"But you shouldn't think you can beat me."
She said those last words very softly, yet they were like a stone thrown into stagnant water, creating ripples everywhere.
"presumptuous!"
Another prince's heir slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed, "How dare you speak to His Highness like that?!"
Qin Yiyao didn't even look at her; her gaze remained fixed on Qingyin's face.
Qingyin raised his hand to stop the prince from speaking further. He stared at Qin Yiyao, the gentle smile on his face completely gone, replaced by a cold and angry expression: "Fellow Daoist Qin, your status as a disciple of the Imperial Preceptor is indeed noble, but that does not mean you can use this status to act recklessly."
"Or is it that Fellow Daoist Qin is deliberately trying to embarrass me?"
"Why not?"
She said, "Did you think I came here to drink with you at this restaurant?"
The air froze completely at that moment.
Qingyin slowly stood up.
His green robe fluttered without wind, and a layer of pale golden divine light emanated from his body—a unique bloodline phenomenon of a divine descendant possessing divine blood.
The third level of the Creation Realm, "Hun Yuan," is where the inner source realm is nearing perfection, waiting only for the right moment to separate from the body.
His cultivation level is two whole minor realms higher than Qin Yiyao's current cultivation level.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, how about we exchange a few blows?"
Qingyin waved his sleeve, and the others stepped back, clearing an open space in the center of the top floor.
The Azure Emperor Palace was already equipped with multiple stable formations, enough to withstand the aftershocks of a battle at the Nirvana Realm level, making it perfect for situations where a fight breaks out at the slightest provocation.
Qin Yiyao also stood up.
Her moon-white dress swayed gently with her movements. She didn't even use her internal energy, and there was no aura rising around her. Only her eyes gradually sharpened.
"I also want to see what the descendants of the Heavenly Destiny are capable of."
At this point, no one needs to put on an act anymore.
She was also there to have fun, but her fun was to beat up her opponent and crush their self-esteem while winning.
Before he could finish speaking, Qingyin moved.
He did not underestimate his opponent. He joined his right fingers like a sword, and a wisp of azure divine light condensed at the tip of his finger. Although the light was thin, it contained the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, and it pierced straight at Qin Yiyao's brow!
Qingyin's use of this move clearly indicated his intention to end the battle quickly and establish his authority with a single strike.
The force of the finger pierced the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.
Qin Yiyao remained standing in the same spot, her expression unchanged.
Just as the blue fingertip was about to touch her brow, she raised her left hand and gently pinched it.
"laugh--"
That wisp of azure divine light was firmly held between her two fingers, unable to advance even an inch further!
The divine light trembled violently between her fingers, emitting an unwilling buzzing sound, yet she could not break free.
Qin Yiyao's fingers shifted slightly.
"Snapped."
The azure divine light shattered instantly, turning into specks of light that dissipated.