Yan Jue returned to her room in a fluster, spotting a fresh copy of the "Wulong Compendium" at her door.
She took a moment to collect herself, picked up the newspaper from the floor, and closed the door behind her.
After stowing away the Yunxu Umbrella in her space pouch, she spread the newspaper open to read it carefully.
The first page mainly covered the current situation of the competitions.
The people from the Kongqing Mansion had also noticed that many newcomers had emerged in this competition.
Especially the once-weak Yan Jue, who had surprisingly made it to the fourth round. Tomorrow would be the fifth round, and as the competition progressed, it meant she was increasingly likely to face Qi Xianqing.
The newspaper even shared a tidbit that she had nearly forgotten—a cold piece of knowledge.
In the past, the original Yan Jue had provocatively challenged Meng Hengjun for the sake of the male protagonist, declaring a life-and-death duel in the bustling Wulong Square, vowing to determine their fates at the Wulong Summit.
Turning to the second page, Yan Jue found it completely filled with gossip about Qi Xianqing.
Throughout the competition, Meng Hengjun had performed consistently well.
Yun Lang, who had always been comparable to Meng Hengjun within the sect, unfortunately faced him in the second round, leading to Yun Lang's early exit from the competition.
It had been thought that Yun Lang would at least secure a runner-up position, but now it seemed he wouldn't even claim the third place.
From yesterday's fourth round, Qi Xianqing's unique sword technique, "One Thought Slash," had reached a high level of mastery, making her nearly invincible in the upcoming matches.
Yan Jue furrowed her brows slightly as she stared at the newspaper.
The later rounds of the competition were getting tougher.
During her match with Lin Xi earlier, she had clearly felt the pressure.
If it went further, what kind of opponents would she face? Qi Xianqing... She really didn't want to face that killer, even if it meant death.
As she continued reading the paper, a sudden fluttering of wings caught her attention outside the window.
Startled, she saw the messenger crane from Wulong Mountain had somehow landed on her windowsill again.
Inside the bamboo basket around the crane's neck, there was a short note.
Quickly unfolding it, she confirmed it was a message from Qi Xianqing.
Qi Xianqing: "Tomorrow at the hour of the snake, by the Cold Pond."
It seemed the information she and Qi Xianqing had shared the previous day had yielded results.
Just in time, Yan Jue also had things she wanted to ask him.
She sat back on her bed, filled with anticipation.
As night deepened, she placed her palm down and infused a strand of true energy into the egg beside her bed, watching as the cracks flickered in and out of visibility. She began to slowly analyze the words spoken by the Demon Lord earlier.
From the conversation between the Demon Lord and Chu Fu, it appeared that Qi Xianqing might also be their target.
But for now, she was still safe.
