Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 330

The middle-aged man nodded and stepped aside.

Fu Xue, who had maintained an air of mystery all along, heard Ye Shaohua’s words and retrieved a treasure from her spatial ring—a segment of red silk.

In an instant, a terrifying atmosphere enveloped the stage. “Since that’s the case, I won’t hold back!”

“This Number One is in for a world of hurt, facing the Little Enchantress Fu Xue in her very first match!”

“The Heaven-Severing Silks! She even brought out the Upper Grade Yellow Tier treasure forged by the Sect Leader himself!”

The white-robed man standing beside Mu Xian finally snapped back to reality. Watching the two on the stage, his eyes filled with worry. “Senior Brother, the Heaven-Severing Silks demand blood once unleashed… Miss Ye, she…”

Mu Xian frowned deeply but remained silent. He understood his companion’s concern perfectly. Fu Xue would not let this go easily.

Fu Xue had earned the nickname “Little Enchantress” due to her astonishing growth rate over the past three years. She had leapt an entire rank each year, transforming from an ordinary person into a Purple-robed Disciple and a third-rank expert. Reaching the fourth rank would grant her the highest status of a Red-robed Disciple.

While most disciples took three to five years, or even a decade, to advance a single rank, Fu Xue’s yearly progress had quickly caught the sect’s attention. Even the Sect Leader had personally forged a weapon for her—the very red silk she now wielded.

In contrast, Ye Shaohua merely casually plucked the seemingly plain and unadorned hairpin from her head. Her expression remained utterly calm, showing not a trace of fear even when facing the Profound Sky Sect’s infamous Little Enchantress. That simple act of drawing a hairpin seemed like a blatant provocation directed at Fu Xue.

Fu Xue’s previously gentle expression cooled considerably. Gripping one end of the red silk, she channeled her surging Profound Energy into it. Instantly, the silk became enveloped in a glow akin to fire, and those with sharp senses could almost hear the sizzling crackle of concentrated energy.

The Heaven-Severing Silks expanded over tenfold in size, twisting into the shape of a sword, and shot directly towards Ye Shaohua’s face with a speed so great it left only a blurred afterimage in its wake!

“Hiss—” The white-robed man beside Mu Xian gasped, his palms breaking out in a cold sweat at the sight. At such speed, he couldn’t even track the movement clearly, let alone block it.

Seeing the silks aimed squarely at Ye Shaohua’s face, Mu Xian clenched his fists tightly.

He wasn’t the only one. All the disciples watched, tense, their eyes fixed on Ye Shaohua and the incoming silks. Some even wore expressions of pity.

Fu Xue was the renowned Little Enchantress, favored even by the Sect Leader. This unknown woman stood almost no chance against her.

Even the elderly gatekeeper, seated by the main entrance, turned his gaze towards Ye Shaohua.

Countless eyes watched the silks, now little more than a streaking blur.

Yet, the rapidly advancing red silk suddenly froze dead in its tracks, just three centimeters from Ye Shaohua’s face!

It was as if space itself had solidified. The silks hung motionless in mid-air, perfectly taut. If not for the context of the competition, one might have thought time had stopped.

Soon, the observers noticed the tip of the blurred silks was pressed against the point of a simple silver hairpin.

The once ferocious Heaven-Severing Silks suddenly went limp, fluttering softly down to land at Ye Shaohua’s feet.

As their gaze traveled from the hairpin up to her composed, unfazed face, everyone’s eyes widened in shock and horror. The previously frozen atmosphere exploded into a cacophony of noise!

Ye Shaohua glanced casually at Fu Xue and raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

Fu Xue remained frozen, still processing what had just happened. How could this be? How could Ye Shaohua possibly block the Heaven-Severing Silks?

“My turn now,” Ye Shaohua said, her gaze fixed on Fu Xue. Her previously indifferent expression finally shifted, taking on a hint of sinister mockery.

In the original storyline, Fu Xue, with her talent, had stirred up plenty of trouble, but she was indeed a genuine genius. Ye Shaohua knew cultivation progressed slowly for most in this world. While Fu Xue’s speed was somewhat surprising, it was only a minor surprise.

Before anyone could recover from the sight of that wicked gleam in her eyes, they saw the hairpin in Ye Shaohua’s hand become enveloped in earthy-brown Profound Energy. The massive energy coalesced into a gigantic sword, bearing down on Fu Xue with immense pressure!

Fu Xue initially looked dismissive, but the colossal sword formed from Ye Shaohua’s energy had already begun to tear her outer garment apart.

Thud!

Unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure, she crumpled to her knees. The shockwaves from the impact cracked the stone tiles beneath her!

“Holy crap!” The white-robed man couldn’t help but grab Mu Xian’s shoulder. “Se-Senior Brother! She’s so strong! I think she’s at least a fourth-rank expert!”

Having heard that Ye Shaohua and Fu Xue knew each other, and knowing Fu Xue had become the “Little Enchantress” through rapid advancement in three years… yet Ye Shaohua’s cultivation speed was even faster! This left everyone utterly dumbfounded.

All eyes stared in astonishment at Fu Xue, kneeling on the ground.

But Fu Xue struggled back to her feet. Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she glared venomously at Ye Shaohua. “I hadn’t planned to reveal my trump card so early. It seems you do have some skill. Ye Shaohua, you are not from the Profound Sky Sect. You don’t know my status isn’t merely that of a regular disciple. I am the direct disciple of Alchemist Liu Yang from Qingyang Peak! My true strength lies in the art of alchemy!”

With that, she took a deep breath. An exquisite purple medicinal cauldron emerged from her dantian.

Seeing this cauldron appear, a look of pride and triumph spread across Fu Xue’s face.

“A purple cauldron?! Wasn’t it blue last time?!”

The disciples below already knew Fu Xue was an alchemist, so that wasn’t the surprise. They were shocked that the cauldron she summoned had turned purple!

A purple cauldron was equivalent to the offensive power of a fourth-rank Immortal Master!

Alchemists were rare on the continent, but none were weak. Once they reached the Yellow Tier Alchemist level, a medicinal cauldron would manifest within their dantian, becoming an existence akin to their soul.

Cauldrons were ranked by color: Green, Blue, Purple, Yellow, Red, Orange, and the legendary Black.

Watching the purple cauldron materialize before Fu Xue, a strange expression flickered across Ye Shaohua’s face.

“You had a way out earlier,” Fu Xue sneered. “But now that I’ve summoned my cauldron, there’s nowhere for you to run!”

“Who said anything about running?” Ye Shaohua shot her a glance, then calmly tucked the hairpin back into her hair. With a thought, a cauldron that shimmered brighter than the sun itself materialized in mid-air. It glowed a brilliant red, tinged with hints of orange light, suggesting it was on the verge of breaking through to the Orange level.

Fu Xue’s purple cauldron trembled violently, its radiance instantly dimming significantly!

“And isn’t it just unfortunate,” Ye Shaohua’s voice cut through the silence, “but it turns out my true identity isn’t an Immortal Master either. I am an Alchemist!”

As they watched the radiant red cauldron hovering around Ye Shaohua, the previously buzzing crowd fell dead silent, mouths agape.

For the first time, the Profound Sky Sect was completely quiet!