Chapter 39: Azure Cloud (17)

The four of them decided their disguises by playing rock-paper-scissors. He Tingtong and Fu Fengyan suffered a crushing defeat, so the two had to cross-dress as women.

Zhang Duixue had many clothes and accessories in his storage spiritual artifact, colorful and flamboyant. He passionately provided a few sets in tender pink colors, and then they fussed together for a long time, successfully piecing together two sets of clothes that looked charming.

They were all teenagers, slender and not sturdy. They only needed to slightly modify the waistline, hang a few more ribbons, tie a flower knot around the waist, and then pad two balls of paper on the chest to prop up a little curve, so they wouldn’t look too skinny, and that was about it.

The hairstyle was the most important, but women’s hair accessories were diverse. Zhang Duixue couldn’t even undo his own hair, so they couldn’t count on him. Yue Qianxun usually used a hair tie casually, let alone braiding hair.

He Tingtong held a comb and studied Fu Fengyan’s head for a long time. finally, he combed a higher ponytail for him and inserted a few small flowers as decoration.

However, Fu Fengyan was naturally tall, and when his face was expressionless, he had a detached coldness, so he wasn’t suitable for overly flamboyant dressing. Wearing a water-blue long skirt with a light veil covering his face, he had quite the demeanor of an untainted fairy.

He Tingtong’s hair was divided into two halves, each coiled into a bun, hanging behind his head like a rabbit with drooping long ears.

Yue Qianxun covered the scar on his forehead and his eyes with a cloak, holding a sword and walking at the front to lead the way. Zhang Duixue put on a scholar’s robe, with his hair half down. Since he didn’t have a qin, he dismantled a long bench, measured a similar length and cut it down, wrapped it in cloth and carried it on his back. Under the bench board, his and Fu Fengyan’s swords were wrapped.

The four set off grandly. They searched houses when they saw them, robbed evil sins when they saw them, no different from other small teams. Leisurely wandering through half the city, not only did they not arouse anyone’s suspicion, but they also successfully mixed into another team to watch the fun.

Two days and two nights passed, and still not a shadow of those four was seen.

Xie Xuanxiao stood on the ridge of the roof, looking at the secret realm he had turned upside down, his brows furrowed tightly.

“They are quite good at hiding. Did we miss any secret room?” Fu Baiyu walked behind Xie Xuanxiao, looking out along his line of sight, but didn’t see anything special.

He was slightly injured. Although he didn’t lack spiritual medicine and healed as soon as he treated it, thinking about being tricked by a few small cultivators of the second and third realms made him grind his teeth with hatred.

“No need to search anymore. They must have used some method to deceive people and hid.” Xie Xuanxiao lowered his eyelids, his emotions indistinguishable.

“They are lucky this time. There is only one day and one night left before it ends. Wait until we leave the secret realm…” Fu Baiyu narrowed his eyes and sneered twice. “You discipline your wife, leave the others to me. I’d like to see what ability the three of them have to turn the world upside down.”

Xie Xuanxiao: “Just don’t kill anyone.”

After the final test was the selection of academies. Azure Cloud Academy was, after all, opened by noble families and immortal sects. Those three nobodies had no background. Dealing with them would be a piece of cake. Just hinting to a few teachers would guarantee them four years of misery.

Another meteor fell from the sky. The momentary white light illuminated the earth, revealing the killing scene on the main street.

Everything in the Wandering Spirit Realm was not immutable. Because it was the remaining deepest consciousness of the realm master, after entering, it basically followed that memory.

The three days selected by the Dean were the last three days of the noble families attacking White Emperor City a thousand years ago. The death fight in the city had reached a fever pitch. The black-armored cavalry also changed from one person chasing them at the beginning to a squad of thirty-six people. There were fewer and fewer places to hide. The buildings in the main road had been razed to the ground. Most testers gathered in one place, and a slight carelessness would lead to disaster.

Xie Xuanxiao turned his head, suddenly thinking of something, and asked: “Where is Xiangli Xuan?”

“Went to find his younger brother, I suppose.” Fu Baiyu turned his head and looked around. “Been gone for quite a while.”

He Tingtong adjusted his hair, hugged Fu Fengyan’s arm, and the two affectionately touched heads, gathering together like ordinary little girls whispering, but their eyes kept falling on the person at the very front, observing nonchalantly.

Behind them, Zhang Duixue and Yue Qianxun sat low, using their bodies to cover their faces, peeking forward through the gaps.

Xiangli Xuan carried his qin on his back, grabbed the red-robed teenager’s wrist, frowning and dragging him back. “Your points are not enough, come with me to make them up.”

“Not enough means not enough. Just right, I don’t need to stay in the academy, so I won’t annoy you here, right? Anyway, I was born stupid, can’t compare to the Second Young Master’s intelligence. Better go home and be a rice worm waiting to die.” Xiangli Lingze forcefully shook off Xiangli Xuan’s hand, took a step back, and rubbed his wrist.

“Lingze, don’t belittle yourself.” Xiangli Xuan’s face still had no expression. “How many points do you still lack?”

“How many points?” The red-robed teenager picked up the plaque, swinging the pendant back and forth. On the jade plaque, there was a glaring zero.

Two days and two nights, and he hadn’t killed a single evil sin.

“Still want to take me to make up points?” Xiangli Lingze sneered.

Xiangli Xuan actually nodded. “Come with me, there is still time.”

“Too much trouble, right?” Staring at the person in front of him teasingly, Xiangli Lingze stretched his waist. “I’m too lazy to move now, or… you give me your plaque, how about it?”

As soon as these words came out, there was a sigh around.

The trial rules ordered by the Dean were only three: no killing, no severely injuring teammates, broken jade means out… Logically speaking, it was indeed exchangeable.

But who would give their hard-earned points to others?

Xiangli Xuan hesitated as expected. Seeing this, Xiangli Lingze turned and left, saying sarcastically: “Instead of having time to act out brotherly love with me here, you might as well hurry up and help your friends catch people.”

“A bunch of fifth, sixth, and seventh realm cultivators can’t deal with a few second and third realm small cultivators. It would make people laugh their teeth off if word got out.”

“This person’s temper is indeed as bad as rumors say.” Zhang Duixue whispered from behind. “The Third Young Master of the Xiangli clan. I heard about his deeds a few years ago. It was said that he was lost when he was young. After being found, his parents overcompensated, so that he became spoiled and arrogant, a spoiled dandy, acting up all the time, bullying his family, making the whole clan restless, so he was sent to Azure Cloud Academy to tone down his temper.”

“Rumors are not necessarily true,” He Tingtong whispered. “People who are favored often actually have good tempers.”

Zhang Duixue was stunned, thought about it, and nodded. “What you said makes sense, but seeing his face, I really want to punch him.”

He Tingtong laughed.

In the past dozen lives, he had been opponents with Xiangli Lingze many times, and companions many times. This person was both righteous and evil. depending on which side his brother Xiangli Xuan stood, he would definitely oppose him, fighting to the death.

He once asked why. Xiangli Lingze only said, deep hatred, irreconcilable.

As for Xiangli Xuan, he was deep in thought, disliked speaking, had no expression, was considered a gentleman to others, but a life-and-death enemy to this younger brother. The two fought for decades, turning the world upside down, and successfully causing the Xiangli clan to fall apart, and the Wuhua Realm was destroyed because of them.

Seven surnames became six, five sects became four.

If there was a chance, Xiangli Lingze really dared to kill the whole family and slaughter the sect.

Because he was always stuck on the edge of crazy and not crazy, it gave He Tingtong a headache and made him vigilant at all times, afraid that the person would turn against him.

Beside him, Fu Fengyan suddenly squeezed He Tingtong’s hand tightly. He was stunned, came back to his senses, looked up and saw a red shadow parting the crowd, striding towards him. Then a pitch-black long qin stood in front of his eyes, several jade-white fingertips resting on it. The red-robed teenager tilted his head, leaned over to look at them, smiling, elegant and unrestrained. “Two fairies, do you still lack a partner?”

Zhang Duixue moved behind, almost falling down, barely supported by Yue Qianxun.

He hugged the wooden board and was about to get up to refuse, indicating that he was also a music cultivator and they didn’t lack people, but He Tingtong pressed him down with a backhand, looked up at Xiangli Lingze. “Really? We happen to lack a hand.”

“Then how do you see me, fairy?” Xiangli Lingze flipped his hair end, winked. “Fourth realm cultivation, music cultivator. Although I don’t know cleansing tunes, I can confuse the mind.”

A group of people were stunned by this wink. Zhang Duixue and Yue Qianxun shivered together. Fu Fengyan opened his eyes a little wider, looked at He Tingtong, but saw the person beside him lowering his head like a little girl, grabbing his arm, wrinkling the cuff, looking very shy, and said softly: “Young Master has profound cultivation. It would be naturally best if you are willing to lead us. If you lead the team, then we will all rely on you, right, Little Junior Brother?”

Suddenly deprived of the leader identity, Dragon Pride Heaven (protagonist type) Yue Qianxun nodded reluctantly. “Mm.”

Not far away, Xiangli Xuan’s gaze stared towards them. He Tingtong said without changing his expression: “Our points are not collected yet either. Staying here is not a solution. How about the Little Daoist Lord comes with us?”

Xiangli Lingze carried the qin on his back, extended his hand to the two “beauties” in front of him. “Two fairies, let’s go.”

Fu Fengyan looked at the palm flattened in front of him, silently grabbed He Tingtong’s two hands, lifted the person, half-embraced, and walked straight away.

Xiangli Lingze’s eyebrows moved slightly, then he followed with the qin on his back, without looking back at all.

Outside the crowd, Xiangli Xuan remained expressionless, looked for a while, then turned and left.

Xiangli Lingze was probably really here to pick up girls. He squeezed between He Tingtong and Fu Fengyan, saying “fairy” on the left and asking for her name on the right, where she was from, which sect she inherited from. He Tingtong said his name was Xiao Tong, and Fu Fengyan said with a wooden face his surname was Yan.

So Xiangli Lingze started calling Miss Tong and Miss Yan mouthful after mouthful, attentive and enthusiastic, looking like a lecher who had never seen a woman.

Zhang Duixue raised the wooden board several times behind, wanting to hit the back of his head.

Fortunately, although the other party always jumped back and forth on the edge of the bottom line, he didn’t overstep too much. It was just that the five of them walked around the street corners and gaps, wandering for a long time, not seeing a single black shadow.

He Tingtong flipped his hair, his eyes lost. “Brother Lingze, I know you have worked hard. It doesn’t matter if we can’t find any. Although there is only one day left, if we are eliminated… it doesn’t matter.”