Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 329

Seeing Ye Shaohua’s actions, Fu Xue also let out a scornful laugh. “Shaohua, did you not hear correctly? Only our sect’s disciples can—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the elderly man who had taken the golden wooden token suddenly shifted his previously indifferent expression. He sat up straight, his murky eyes fixed on Ye Shaohua for a long moment, a flicker of surprise passing through them. After a pause, he handed the golden token back to Ye Shaohua. “Contestant Number One, Ye Shaohua, you may enter.”

This statement shocked not only Fu Xue and Yue Qingyuan but also Mu Xuan profoundly.

“Number One? How could she be Number One?” Fu Xue keenly noticed the odd shift in the old man’s expression. Her own expression soured considerably.

Did Ye Shaohua actually possess soul talent? Then why hadn’t it been detected three years ago?

The old man withdrew his gaze from Ye Shaohua and returned to his previous demeanor, completely ignoring Fu Xue and offering no answer to her question.

Fu Xue stared at Ye Shaohua but ultimately said nothing more.

So what if she was Number One?

Who knew what lucky break Ye Shaohua had stumbled upon? But Fu Xue had been cultivating within the Profound Sky Sect for these three years—the place with the richest spiritual energy on the continent. Not to mention the monthly allotment of elixirs and spirit stones provided to disciples. Even if Ye Shaohua truly had talent, she had been outside for three years. Who knows who she might have apprenticed under? Given Fu Xue’s current status in the Profound Sky Sect and her identity as a Purple-robed Disciple, how could she possibly lose to Ye Shaohua?

Fu Xue’s eyes swept over Ye Shaohua’s coarse cloth garments, and her expression instantly improved.

“Shaohua, who gave you that token?” Fu Xue asked, adopting a gentle tone. “Why didn’t you come find me when you arrived at the Profound Sky Sect?”

Ye Shaohua couldn’t be bothered to respond. She simply walked over and found a spot near the competition stage to stand.

Fu Xue’s pleasant expression twisted slightly.

“Senior Brother Mu, thank you for bringing Shaohua back to the sect,” Fu Xue said, walking over to Mu Xuan. “Otherwise, I don’t know how long it would have taken for me to see her again.”

Mu Xuan finally engaged in conversation with Fu Xue. The two chatted quite amiably, leaving Ye Shaohua standing off to the side, seemingly neglected.

She didn’t seem to mind.

After speaking with Mu Xuan for a bit, Fu Xue left just before the competition was about to begin.

“Miss Ye, how did you get that token?” the white-robed man asked, voicing the question burning in both their minds. “Are you a disciple of our sect? Why didn’t you mention this during our journey?”

Having spent several days with Ye Shaohua, neither he nor Mu Xuan had ever seen her use Profound Energy, nor could they sense any fluctuation of it from her.

Ye Shaohua glanced up calmly. “My teacher gave it to me. Yes, I am. You didn’t ask.”

It took the white-robed man and Mu Xuan a moment to realize she was answering their questions one by one.

In all their years, neither had met someone quite like her.

Mu Xuan couldn’t help but ask, “Who is your teacher?”

This time, Ye Shaohua didn’t answer.

Sensing her reluctance to discuss it, Mu Xuan didn’t press further, burying his intense curiosity for the time being.

The white-robed man looked at Ye Shaohua and smiled. “So you’re not an ordinary person. What should I call you then, Junior Sister? Or perhaps Senior Sister?”

Both he and Mu Xuan now understood why Ye Shaohua hadn’t been surprised upon learning they were Immortal Masters—she was one herself.

Recalling how he had explained matters of the Profound Sky Sect to her during their sword-flight to the sect, the white-robed man felt a twinge of embarrassment.

“I don’t know,” Ye Shaohua shrugged. “I might not even get to see my teacher.”

“Ah, you’re in the same boat!” the white-robed man nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie. “My teacher said the same thing. If I don’t make it into the top fifty this time, he won’t see me. Don’t you think that’s terrifying?”

Top fifty?

Ye Shaohua gave a slight smile. “It’s… acceptable.”

“Acceptable? What do you mean ‘acceptable’!” the white-robed man scoffed, continuing his lament. “There are only twenty Red-robed Disciples and fifty Purple-robed Disciples in the entire sect! Every White-robed Disciple holding a token has some skill. Breaking into the top fifty is incredibly difficult! Miss Ye, what ranking did your teacher demand you achieve to see him?”

Ye Shaohua merely curved her lips slightly, offering no reply.

Top fifty? It really was just… acceptable to her.

After all, Master Murong had told her to come see him only after she secured first place!

So, from her perspective, a top fifty ranking really didn’t seem like a particularly high demand.

“By the way,” the white-robed man remembered something and looked at Ye Shaohua with a smile, “Since you’re also a cultivator, have you heard about that mysterious alchemist near the Profound Sky Sect? They say she’s a woman, supposedly quite young. It couldn’t possibly be you, could it?”

He said this offhandedly, not seriously believing Ye Shaohua was the mysterious alchemist.

After all… an Earth Grade Alchemist would hold a status second only to the Sect Leader within the Profound Sky Sect. Such a person was surely a genius from the Holy City—how could it possibly be this Ye Shaohua dressed in coarse cloth?

So, the white-robed man was just making casual conversation.

He failed to notice the slight, confident upward curve of Ye Shaohua’s lips as she crossed her arms.

This grand competition was highly important. Not only for all disciples ranked White-robed and above, but even the sect elders placed great emphasis on it.

On the massive competition stage, a middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, “The Sect Grand Competition commences. I hope every participant here can exhibit their utmost strength. Only the top three will earn the opportunity to go to the Holy City. Let the first match begin: Contestant Number One, Ye Shaohua, versus Contestant Number Thirteen, Fu Xue.”

As soon as the announcement was made, all eyes on the field instantly swiveled towards Fu Xue. She seemed quite famous among the disciples, given the stir her name caused.

However, when they saw Ye Shaohua, many in the audience found the situation somewhat amusing.

“Which peak does this Number One, Ye Shaohua, belong to? Why is she dressed in common gray robes?”

The Profound Sky Sect had a vast number of disciples, and a fresh cohort had joined three years prior. Disciples often went into seclusion for years at a time, so it wasn’t strange for them to be unfamiliar with each other.

“Shaohua, do you wish to forfeit?” Fu Xue stood on the platform, seemingly unbothered by the countless eyes upon her. “Although we know each other, I won’t go easy on you because of that.”

Ye Shaohua ignored Fu Xue and looked directly at the middle-aged man. “May we begin?”