When the servant girl saw this, her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the ground, murmuring under her breath, “Thank you!”
“Oh? I didn’t notice there was a little Yuan Ying baby here. Interesting…” An aged voice suddenly rang out of nowhere, its tone laced with excitement.
It was clear that when Feng Qingran had saved the girl, the aura she released had been detected by Uncle Zhong.
The girl in red shifted her gaze to Feng Qingran, her expression turning extremely sour. “Uncle Zhong, what do you mean by that?”
“Miss, that young lady in green is at the early Yuan Ying stage,” Uncle Zhong explained.
Feng Qingran’s apricot eyes grew cold and alert. The feeling of being secretly watched made her extremely uncomfortable.
She guessed that the ‘Uncle Zhong’ the red-clad girl mentioned had a cultivation level at least at the early Nascent Soul stage, or even higher. The blade that had materialized out of thin air moments ago was the best proof.
A wary look entered Feng Qingran’s eyes. If this Uncle Zhong could kill them silently, why did he insist on making such a big scene?
He was testing them. Testing whether they were worth killing, and whether they had protectors watching over them from the shadows…
It seemed this Uncle Zhong had much more sense than the girl in red!
Ning Shiyue, being at the Golden Core stage, couldn’t sense Uncle Zhong’s cultivation level, but she understood that this hidden Uncle Zhong was probably very powerful.
Ning Shiyue silently pressed a talisman into Feng Qingran’s hand, not saying a word.
But Feng Qingran understood her meaning. It was a signal for her to escape immediately, while Ning Shiyue would stay behind to hold them off…
Hearing Uncle Zhong’s assessment, the girl in red scrutinized Feng Qingran anew. Frowning, she asked, “Uncle Zhong, how old is she?”
“Judging by her bone structure, she’s only about eighteen or nineteen,” Uncle Zhong said, a hint of appreciation in his voice.
The red-clad girl’s eyes widened in shock. “How is that possible! Uncle Zhong, are you joking? In a low-level prefecture like this, how could anyone reach the Yuan Ying stage before the age of twenty?”
On the Kyushu Continent, Qingyun Prefecture ranked sixth, relatively poor in resources and spiritual energy.
Cultivating in a place like this, reaching the Foundation Building stage before twenty was already considered a genius. How could someone possibly be at the Yuan Ying stage before twenty?
Feng Qingran, dressed in simple light green clothes, exuded a sense of purity and ethereal lightness.
Her face was as delicate as polished jade, and her apricot eyes were as clear and bright as liquid glass, carrying a slight chill that accentuated her elegant, refined, and incomparably graceful bearing.
Looking at Feng Qingran, a wave of jealousy surged through the red-clad girl’s heart.
She had come to Qingyun Prefecture specifically to use one of its competition slots.
And now she was being told that Qingyun Prefecture already had a nineteen-year-old Yuan Ying cultivator. Didn’t that mean she had no chance of claiming first place?
No!
She would absolutely not allow anyone to steal her first place from her!
“Uncle Zhong, what about her?” the girl in red pointed at Ning Shiyue.
“This young lady seems to have suffered damage to her divine sense. Her cultivation has dropped from the peak of the Golden Core stage to the late stage. However, her actual combat strength is far above yours, Miss,” Uncle Zhong said, a faint tone of appreciation in his voice.
“What!?” The red-clad girl was very unhappy. She had hoped to find some comfort, but instead felt even more defeated. “Uncle Zhong, how old is she?”
“Not yet fifty,” Uncle Zhong replied.
Shock registered on the girl in red’s face. Ning Shiyue was over ten years younger than her!
How could this be?
Wait!
Cultivators who break through to the Golden Core stage before the age of one hundred can only maintain their appearance as it was around the age of twenty.
But Ning Shiyue also looked only about eighteen or nineteen. Her skin was fairer than snow, her beauty was exquisite and captivating, and her yellow dress made her whole person shine brilliantly.
To maintain such an appearance, Ning Shiyue must have taken a ninth-grade Beauty Maintenance Pill.
And there was only one alchemist on this continent capable of refining a ninth-grade Beauty Maintenance Pill.
That alchemist was currently a guest elder of the Baili family…
Could it be that Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue knew someone from the Baili family?
That was even more impossible!
She knew all the most outstanding juniors of the Baili family, and these two were definitely not among them.
There was another way for Ning Shiyue to maintain her stunning beauty: by cultivating demonic arts!
The red-clad girl’s murderous intent towards the two intensified.
Their existence was definitely a threat. She had to kill them before they could fully grow!
Feng Qingran’s apricot eyes turned slightly cold. Upon closer observation, she noticed a slight resemblance between the red-clad girl’s brow and that of her Sixth Senior Brother.
The girl’s uncle was Baili Yuanmo, and her Sixth Senior Brother was also named Baili…
This meant the girl was related to her Sixth Senior Brother?
“Uncle Zhong, these two are definitely demonic cultivators. Kill them!” the girl in red commanded, her voice cold and harsh.
“Miss, are you sure?” Uncle Zhong didn’t act immediately. Killing was merely a matter of nodding his head.
For them to have such cultivation at their age…
Their backgrounds were probably not simple either. He wasn’t afraid of their families, but he was wary of the troublesome consequences later.
After all, he didn’t want to be burdened with the reputation of slaughtering innocents.
But if Luo Xiyao insisted on killing them, then even if someone came to hold them accountable later, everything would fall on her shoulders…
“I’m sure! Kill them!” Luo Xiyao pointed at the two, her eyes filled with cold intent.
“As you wish, Miss.”
The moment Uncle Zhong’s voice faded, a flash of white light passed before everyone’s eyes, and Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue vanished from sight.
Luo Xiyao’s eyes held contempt. Now that they were inside Uncle Zhong’s Incarnation Domain, they were as good as dead!
She pointed at the servant girl nearby, whose face was pale with terror. “You, come here. Help me change my clothes.”
The servant girl trembled all over, keeping her eyes downcast, not daring to look at the girl in red.
The other guests had long since fled the scene.
