The First Summoner - Chapter 118

Chi Yue was still asleep.

Vines enveloped his body, and he showed no sign of waking.

Shen Yan looked up at Pei Wusu. This was their second encounter inside the trial realm.

He was looking at her as well.

The two people vying for first place had suddenly met, lending the atmosphere a subtle tension. Should they leave or fight?

Their elimination counts happened to be identical.

After several seconds of stalemate, just as they were about to make their choice, someone arrived.

It was Wen Yuchu.

Holding a guqin in his arms, he approached slowly. Surprise flashed through his eyes when he saw Shen Yan and the other two, then disappeared.

Wen Yuchu raised his gaze slightly. “Would you care to hear a tune?”

A tune?

That was clearly an invitation to fight.

Shen Yan eyed the guqin warily. Wen Yuchu was… a music cultivator? Music cultivators possessed extremely powerful mental power. The essence of their sonic attacks was using mental power to attack and crush an opponent’s mind.

Pei Wusu instantly went on guard, his dark eyes fixed on Wen Yuchu.

Just then, movement came from Chi Yue.

With a rustle, the vines vanished. Chi Yue slowly opened his dark brown eyes. His handsome face was fair and pure, and the red mark between his brows made him resemble an immortal—or an aloof Buddhist disciple from an ancient temple.

The spectators outside the secret realm immediately grew excited.

“Three people are here! That must be why Chi Yue woke up!”

“Shen Yan, Pei Wusu, Wen Yuchu, and Chi Yue have all run into each other! They’ll definitely fight, right? Who’s the strongest?”

“We can rule out Shen Yan first. She may be able to summon a beast horde, but with her current spiritual power and cultivation, she can’t sustain them for long. Besides, Wen Yuchu is a music cultivator. He can launch wide-ranging attacks, which happens to counter Shen Yan!”

“That makes sense!”

“I think Pei Wusu will win!”

“My bet is on Chi Yue. He must have plenty of hidden cards left!”

“Keep dreaming. Chi Yue is only a spirit-plant master. However strong he is, he can’t compare to Pei Wusu!”

“Wen Yuchu’s mental power is formidable. He might win!”

Opinions flew in every direction.

At that crucial moment, several more figures rushed over.

The spectators leaned forward in interest, staring fixedly at the crystal screen. The newcomers were Zhuge Youlin, Qiu Yaqian, Xiao Zechuan, Qi Lingxuan, Jiang Xianyue, Yu Changying, and the siblings Zhu Hezhou and Zhu Miaoqing!

“What the hell? Why did they all suddenly gather here?!”

“This can’t be coincidence!”

The crowd soon discovered the truth. Four of them had been driven here by the instructors. The purpose was obvious: the instructors wanted them to fight!

“The instructors of Western Region Academy are truly devious!”

“These people are all certain to enter Western Region Academy. But before they do, the academy wants them to fight each other so its elders and instructors can probe their practical combat ability!”

“So that’s it.”

“Shen Yan and Pei Wusu will also decide first place here.”

“Wow! This is going to be incredible!”

Seated outside, Dean Xuanyun found his gaze drawn to the image where the top geniuses had assembled.

His eyes narrowed slightly. Who would ultimately claim first place?

And who would be qualified to participate in…

…

The crowd waited with bated breath.

Inside the secret realm, Shen Yan immediately sensed something wrong. She understood that the instructors had arranged this situation, and it might be… vitally important.

The others’ expressions shifted. They had noticed it too.

“Shen Yan!” Zhu Hezhou glared at her, fury seeming to burn in his eyes.

Shen Yan looked over. Her gaze touched the empty space where his right arm had been, then moved away indifferently.

The gesture only enraged him further.

She had severed his right arm, yet she behaved as if nothing had happened, as though he did not exist.

Jiang Xianyue and Zhuge Youlin did not go to Shen Yan at once. They watched the situation instead.

There were twelve people present.

Zhu Miaoqing had the lowest cultivation, followed by Shen Yan.

Jiang Xianyue curled a finger around one braid. A faint smile adorned her cute, pretty face as she asked openly, “Are we going to fight?”

Almost everyone looked at her.

“Who wants to fight? This young lady… won’t!” Zhu Miaoqing immediately panicked, her voice trembling slightly. She knew everyone present was a genius among geniuses, each with extraordinary methods. She could handle other contestants, but against this group she had no chance of winning.

Zhu Hezhou’s expression was sinister. He clearly thought the same.

“I have lost an arm and am no longer at my peak,” he said. “If I compete with you, your victory will be dishonorable.”

Zhuge Youlin sneered. “We’re hardly honorable gentlemen, so that doesn’t trouble us. You should join in. Though you’ll probably take a terrible beating!”

“Zhuge Youlin!” Zhu Miaoqing frowned and spoke sternly, trying to warn him against saying whatever he pleased.

He swept her with a cold glance.

Zhu Miaoqing instantly felt as though she had plunged into an icy abyss. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

His gaze was terrifying.

Zhuge Youlin looked away and lowered his brows, apparently suppressing his killing intent.

Whenever he remembered Zhu Miaoqing slapping his seventh brother…

His mood turned foul.

At that moment, Yu Changying pressed a finger to her temple and frowned as though uncomfortable. She slowly raised her eyes and asked in a softer voice, “Brothers and sisters, younger brothers and sisters, I’m sorry, but I’m feeling a little unwell. May I rest for a while? I’ll leave in a moment.”

Her voice was sweet and delicate without becoming cloying.

Qi Lingxuan frowned deeply. Disgust entered her gaze as she thought, What a scheming woman!

Yu Changying noticed. Her brows filled with sorrow as she looked at Qi Lingxuan, biting her lip in grievance. “Sister Lingxuan, why are you glaring at me? Did I do something wrong?”

“Yu Changying, don’t slander me!” Qi Lingxuan snapped.

Yu Changying shook her head fearfully. “I won’t say any more. I won’t.”

Zhu Hezhou immediately stepped in to defend her. “Miss Qi, how can you treat Miss Yu this way?”

“Thank you, Brother Hezhou,” Yu Changying said at once, then lowered her head in apparent grievance. “I’m fine. Truly, I’m fine…”

Zhu Hezhou’s heart softened completely. Somehow, a sense of responsibility rose within him, and he prepared to demand justice from Qi Lingxuan on Yu Changying’s behalf.