Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 626

Chapter 626: Chapter 61: So What If He’s a Demon, as Long as I Want To?

"Ji Yaohua has arrived, where is Mu Qingge?"

The loud shout infused with spiritual power resounded across the Sunset Grassland. The shockwave centered around Ji Yaohua swept through everyone nearby.

"The cultivation of this young master Ji, I’m afraid in two more years, he could surpass us," Commander Xuan Yue sighed and slowly shook his head.

The pride of the younger generation made him feel as if he was growing old.

Back in the day, they too were full of vigor. Yet now, although they were not old, the feeling of being surpassed by their juniors brought about many sighs.

The commanders of Bailian and Giant Spirit also exchanged glances, the emotions in their eyes were quite similar to those of Commander Xuan Yue.

The three of them were the leaders of the three major Heavenly Level Floating Guest Teams, and at Ji Yaohua’s age, they were only at Silver Realm First Layer cultivation.

"The young master Ji is really strong!"

"Yeah! And so handsome too!"

"The young master Ji is a super genius ranked second on the Green Talent List, how could Mu Qingge be his match?"

"This duel, it’s entirely predictable."

"I’m just curious now about which move Mu Qingge will lose, to see how much I can earn. Hehe."

The surrounding discussions fell into the ears of those connected with Mu Qingge, making them particularly uncomfortable.

Ji Yaohua stood in the Sunset Grassland, dressed casually, holding a folding fan behind his back. While waiting, his hair and clothes moved without wind, and he always wore a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, giving his eyes a crescent shape that conveyed a friendly feeling.

Suddenly, amidst everyone’s anticipation, a formidable aura rushed in from afar.

As the aura dispersed, Mu Qingge’s figure appeared opposite Ji Yaohua.

Dressed in a crimson robe, exquisite soft armor, with an heroic appearance and flowing ebony hair. Holding the Linglong Spear, its shaft tall and straight, its tip sharp and keen, exuding a tenacious spirit.

Her perfect features revealed no thoughts about the duel; besides calmness, there was a hint of anticipation.

"Wow! So handsome!"

"Really handsome! If it’s about looks, I’d definitely vote for Prince Mu."

"Yeah, yeah! So handsome! I want to marry him!"

"Who would you marry, young master Ji or Prince Mu?"

"What if I want both?"

"Psh~! A bunch of flower lovers, can good looks be eaten? What’s most important is strength!" A certain man couldn’t help but retort.

Immediately, he attracted a glare from the crowd.

"Do you have strength? Neither good looks nor strength, yet still talking big! Get lost!"

The female guests of the Flowing Guest Realm were never known for their gentleness.

That male guest was immediately defeated.

’Mu Qingge, you came after all!’ When Han Caicai saw Mu Qingge appear, his heart sank, and a worried emotion seeped from his narrow eyes.

Standing next to him, Han Yiren furrowed her delicate eyebrows, looked at her brother beside her, and caught the worry in his eyes.

Gradually shifting her gaze, she looked at Mu Qingge. She hoped that Mu Qingge would completely lose, and ideally, the young master of the Ji Family would accidentally kill him.

Without this person, perhaps her brother wouldn’t have gone astray, enamored with men.

Han Yiren hid her thoughts well, and even Han Caicai didn’t notice.

In the Sang Family’s camp, Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen both wore serious expressions, standing behind the third elder of the Sang Family, unable to hide their inner worries.

The Third Elder turned his gaze to the two and said, "Xuewu, are you worried about Prince Mu?"

Sang Xuewu’s body tensed; she looked at the Third Elder and nodded.

The Third Elder advised, "This is just a competition, not a fight to the death. So, at most, Prince Mu will lose the duel, but he won’t be in any mortal danger. Don’t be too nervous." After speaking, he gave her a look full of deeper meaning.

That look held many meanings, making Sang Xuewu acutely feel that the Third Elder seemed to misunderstand something. However, she didn’t explain anything, just nodded in acknowledgment.

"Hmph, you say you’re not fond of Prince Mu," Sang Zilan, who had been watching Sang Xuewu’s every move, couldn’t help but scoff sarcastically.

"Zilan, why are you so concerned about that Mu fellow?" Sang Ye grumbled disapprovingly.

Sang Zilan shot him a glare, "Prince Mu is both handsome and responsible, and he has strength, so of course, he’s worth my attention!" She ignored the anger in Sang Ye’s eyes and returned her gaze to Sang Xuewu, coldly snorting in her heart: ’Anything Sang Xuewu wants, she wants to disrupt!’

She couldn’t stand Sang Xuewu’s pristine and pure facade!

"Do you really think you’re the Holy Daughter of the Sang Family?" Sang Zilan mocked coldly.

"Zilan, what did you say?" Sang Ye asked from the side.

"Nothing," Sang Zilan replied irritably.

On the other side, Sheng Yuli’s gaze never left Qin Yiyao. Seeing her tense expression, he could only suppress the bitterness in his heart and advised, "Miss Qin, Mr. Mu is no ordinary person, he must have a way to get through this safely, so you shouldn’t worry too much."

Qin Yiyao nodded slowly and softly uttered an ’uh’.

Mu Qingge’s appearance was but a moment.

In the hearts of the onlookers, various thoughts had already flashed by.

Ying Ze looked at the two standing opposite each other with an expressionless face, unsure of what he was thinking.

"You’re here." Ji Yaohua gave Mu Qingge a brilliant smile. The mildness of it didn’t seem like someone here for a duel at all.

Mu Qingge’s lips curled slightly, "Since I’ve promised Young Master Ji, I naturally wouldn’t break the appointment."

"Are you ready?" Ji Yaohua asked with a satisfied smile, placing the hand behind her back in front of her chest, and unfolding her folding fan, lightly waving it in front of her.

Mu Qingge’s gaze fell on the fan as soon as it appeared.

The fan surface and ribs looked ordinary, but Mu Qingge still sensed an aura of a Divine Artifact.

’That’s Ji Yaohua’s weapon!’ Mu Qingge’s eyes flashed, immediately realizing.

Ji Yaohua had already displayed her weapon, which also meant she was ready.

Mu Qingge turned her wrist, and the Linglong Spear in her hand followed in a spin, its tassel lightly fluttering, emitting a crisp clangor.

Ying——!

The crisp sound echoed in the ears of the crowd, as though the evening bell and morning drum, clearing one’s mind.

"What a Divine Weapon!" The Third Elder of the Sang Family’s eyes narrowed sharply, exclaiming his praise.

Members of the Sang Family, an Artifact Refining family.

As the Third Elder, a core figure in the family, his words were enough to draw countless people’s attention to the Linglong Spear. A weapon praised by someone from the Sang Family was definitely extraordinary!

Everyone who heard this couldn’t help but look at the Linglong Spear in Mu Qingge’s hand.

The exquisite transparent spear shaft, uniquely shaped spearhead, silver tassel, every part seemed meticulously crafted.

Ji Yaohua’s eyes also narrowed slightly, smiling with squinted eyes, "What a Divine Spear!"

"Young Master Ji’s fan isn’t bad either." Mu Qingge responded indifferently.

But her words were mostly perfunctory. Although Ji Yaohua’s fan was a Divine Artifact too, in her eyes, it couldn’t compare to her Linglong Spear, and this fan still had many shortcomings.

The fact that the Third Elder of the Sang Family did not make any comments about the fan was the best proof!

"My fan is just not good enough, I wish the Sang Family could help redesign it sometime." Unexpectedly, Ji Yaohua looked at her own fan with disgust, then turned to smile at the Sang Family.

The look on his face seemed as if he had totally forgotten about the previous matter of abducting Sang Xuewu.

He had forgotten, but others would not.

The crowd with peculiar gazes, either teasing or mocking, all turned towards the Sang Family, especially Sang Xuewu. Those unaware of the details only knew this duel began because of Sang Xuewu but didn’t know Ji Yaohua’s real target was Mu Qingge.

In Young Master Ji’s eyes, the Sang Family seemed like nothing more than a tool!

Even though both are Ancient Clans, their statuses differ vastly.

The people of the Sang Family, from top to bottom, under these gazes, their expressions turned very unpleasant. If at this moment, the Third Elder of the Sang Family showed more stubbornness by directly rejecting Ji Yaohua’s request, perhaps in the eyes of others, they would think the Sang Family had some backbone.

However, the result of doing so could possibly lead Ji Yaohua to hold a grudge against the Sang Family, deliberately making trouble for them afterward, targeting them.

Such consequences were something the current Sang Family could not afford.

Therefore, after the Third Elder’s expression changed a few times, he still gritted his teeth and chose to remain silent.

Neither responding nor retaliating, making the mocking and contemptuous gazes around them even more intense.

The Sang Family seemed to suddenly become the target of all.

Mu Qingge stood opposite Ji Yaohua, clearly seeing the expression on his face.

She sneered coldly, "I’ve heard that the Divine Weapons crafted by the Sang Family are one in a million. I’m just not sure if Young Master Ji is fortunate enough for the Sang Family to craft a weapon for you."

Ji Yaohua’s gaze fell on Mu Qingge, innocently saying, "Isn’t my status as the Young Master of the Ji Family enough?"

The words harbored deep threats.

This made some people of the Sang Family secretly tense.

Mu Qingge curled her lips into a sneer, "I don’t know how the Sang Family will choose, but if it were me, I wouldn’t refine artifacts for Young Master Ji."

"Why?" Ji Yaohua asked curiously.

Mu Qingge’s smile grew more pronounced, and she said in a very slow, very cold voice, "Because, I’m not willing."

Tss——!

Arrogant! Too arrogant!

"So damned arrogant, isn’t it!"

"Bold enough! Dared to refuse the Young Master Ji like that."

"Is he afraid that he’ll look even worse losing later? So reckless!"

"It’s a pity he’s not from the Sang Family; if he were, I’d actually want to see if he has the guts to say such words."

"Haven’t you noticed that the Sang Family members look like quails, afraid to voice any opinion?"

Mu Qingge’s words were like a pebble tossed into a calm pool, stirring waves.

Even Ji Yaohua’s smiling eyes squinted slightly.

"Sang Xuewu also doesn’t want to refine artifacts for the Young Master Ji." Suddenly, a cold voice rang out like thunder.

The Third Elder turned sharply, shocked to look at Sang Xuewu.

But Sang Xuewu simply said calmly, "Third Elder, Xuewu represents only herself, not the Sang Family." Her meaning was that her decision was her own and unrelated to the Sang Family.

Having said that, her gaze bypassed everyone and fell on Mu Qingge.

Upon hearing her words, Mu Qingge’s lips curved slightly without any indication.

Ji Yaohua’s smile grew teasing; he ignored Sang Xuewu and looked at Mu Qingge, saying, "It seems today I must take this match seriously."

Mu Qingge smiled brightly, "Wasn’t the Young Master Ji planning to be serious earlier? If I recall correctly, this challenge was initiated by the Young Master Ji."

With a deft twist of words, everyone recalled that this highly mismatched competition was stirred up by Ji Yaohua, rather than Mu Qingge attempting to leverage his fame.

Everyone suddenly understood!

Ji Yaohua’s eyes glimmered, he laughed, "So sly, your intention was this."

Mu Qingge’s eyes were honest when she replied, "Is the Young Master Ji overthinking?"

As she finished, she pulled out the Linglong Spear stuck in the ground, tossing up the dust toward Ji Yaohua.

The dust whipped up with force, resembling hidden weapons, while Ji Yaohua’s figure was quick as the wind, blocking all the dust with the fan in his hands.

When the fan dropped, Mu Qingge was already thrusting the Linglong Spear towards him—

Ji Yaohua’s eyes flashed with divine light, his form quick as lightning, dodging left and right, continuously evading the spearhead of the Linglong Spear.

Each strike missed, but Mu Qingge seemed undeterred.

She kept attacking, yet each move was easily evaded by Ji Yaohua, giving a feeling that despite trying her best, she couldn’t even graze the opponent’s clothes. This immediately showed the surrounding spectators the skill difference.

In a blink, forty moves passed.

Mu Qingge halted her attack stance, and Ji Yaohua also stopped.

His steps were graceful, his figure seemed illusory, standing still like a leaf opposite Mu Qingge, smiling, "If that’s all you have, within three hundred moves, you won’t touch me."

He was reminding Mu Qingge of the test’s significance.

Ying Ze carefully watched the forty moves between them, frowning lightly. These moves were too simple, not reflecting Mu Qingge’s true capacity.

At the very least, someone who could withstand three of his moves and survive must have more skill than that.

"Why rush?" Mu Qingge’s eyes were cool, saying lightly.

She attacked again, using the Star Beginning Step.

Without using Spiritual Power, she directly employed Linglong Spear Technique against Ji Yaohua.

Ji Yaohua also refrained from using Spiritual Power, merely defending without attacking.

"The fifty-sixth move..."

"Fifty-seven!"

"Fifty-eight!"

"Fifty-nine!"

"..."

"Seventy-two!"

"..."

"One hundred and five moves!"

A third of the three hundred had passed.

"Look closely! He actually matched the Young Master Ji’s pace!"

"How could this be?"

Those with sharp eyes noticed that Ji Yaohua was no longer just dodging Mu Qingge’s attacks; they were now engaging.

And each engagement was filled with the flash of blades and swords.

The discovery made those seated instinctively lean forward, fingers tightly gripping the armrests of their chairs.

Ying Ze’s eyes flickered with an elusive light, his lips lifting in a barely noticeable smile.

In the camp of Dragon Tooth Guards, Bai Xi folded his arms across his chest, laughing, "Qingge is using that kid as practice."

"With Qingge’s nature, although she passively accepted this test, she’ll squeeze all the possible value from it," Yin Chen said indifferently.

The two have long accompanied Mu Qingge and understand her personality clearly.

The opportunity to use the second-place holder on the Green Talent List as practice isn’t common, nor is everyone so honored.

"One hundred and twentieth move!"

Someone exclaimed!

As the voice fell, the two combatants finally separated.

Ji Yaohua’s expression carried an inscrutable smile as he said to Mu Qingge, "How was I as practicing partner?" It seemed he had also discerned Mu Qingge’s intention.

"Not bad," Mu Qingge replied casually.

Ji Yaohua’s eyes darkened, smiling inscrutably at Mu Qingge, "Practice is over, now it’s time to get serious." After speaking, he immediately released a powerful aura.

His Spiritual Power soared skywards, silvery with a touch of gold.

"Wow! Truly the Silver Realm Sixth Layer, with one foot already in the Golden Realm!"

"So young and nearly a Golden Realm master already, how could that teach us to live?"

"Young Master Ji is truly amazing, a genius among geniuses!"

Their praises brought pride to the faces of the Ji Family members.

The glint of gold and silver Spiritual Power shone on Mu Qingge, whose expression remained indifferent, seemingly unaffected by the aura.

Under the gaze of many, Ji Yaohua’s aura began to change.

Starting from the Silver Realm Sixth Layer, it began to decrease.

Silver Realm Fifth Layer.

Silver Realm Fourth Layer.

Silver Realm Third Layer.

Silver Realm Second Layer!

Though the Spiritual Energy color remained unchanged, the oppressive feeling wasn’t as strong as before.

"If I’m guessing correctly, your cultivation now should be at the Silver Realm Second Layer," Ji Yaohua smiled at Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge gazed at him, lips pursed silently.

"Even if Ji Yaohua suppresses his realm, the Young Master is still probably no match," Xuan Ya said with some seriousness.

Xie Ya lightly bit her lip, "I believe in the Young Master."

Xuan Ya turned to look at her, her gaze somewhat complex, but ultimately she remained silent.

Rationally, she wasn’t optimistic about this test. However, she felt Mu Qingge indeed needed various opportunities to hone herself, continuing to strengthen, continuously striving to prove her choice wasn’t wrong!

"Mu Qingge, I’m starting!" Ji Yaohua said, then charged towards Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge immediately released an aura identical to his, her silvery Spiritual Power enveloping her body, meeting him head-on.

Their movements were equally fast, too swift for anyone to follow, only the sparks of fierce combat visible, alongside the ever-changing silhouettes.

Those who attempted to count moves now couldn’t discern their techniques at all.

"So he really is at Silver Realm Second Layer!"

"This Mu young master should be younger than the Young Master Ji by several years; at such an age to wield Silver Realm Second Layer cultivation is impressive! Given time, he will surely make a name on the Green Talent List, but alas! Meeting Young Master Ji at this time."

"What’s the problem? No matter win or lose, today’s battle is enough for him to gain fame."

"Yes, yes! Including the previous fight against the Young Master of Ying Family."

"Haha, who would’ve thought this grand hunt at the Sunset Grassland would produce a true genius!"

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