Side Character Transmigrations: The Final Boss is No Joke

CHAPTER 12

With those Misty Sect cannon fodders to serve as an example, those who were tempted to cause trouble gave up. Not a soul could be seen within a few kilometres of Shi Sheng’s dwelling.

When all the great sects had arrived, the Tournament would start.

When Ye Qingqiu brought people over on the first day of the Tournament, she hadn’t sat down for long when the first batch of disciples to arrive immediately went to tattle to her. “Sect Head, Shang Shu injured us so badly, we can’t just let bygones be bygones! You have to avenge us ah!”

“Yeah, Sect Head! She’s slapping the Misty Sect in the face! Sect Head, you have to avenge us!”

A bunch of disciples filled with righteous indignation continued blabbering to Ye Qingqiu. The gist of it was “avenge us”.

Ye Qingqiu had only taken on the mantle of Sect Head recently. When the previous Sect Head had died, the position had been left empty. After all, all those who had the strength to fight for the position were dead or dying and those that weren’t, didn’t have a right to the position.

Since the Inter-Sect Tournament was about to start though, they naturally couldn’t continue to go without a Sect Head. The Peak masters who were still alive quickly worked together to push Ye Qingqiu onto the position. Ye Qingqiu pretended like she didn’t want it but in the end, still took over.

Without the previous Sect Head as her hack, Ye Qingqiu had gone through a lot of trouble in these years. Now, she looked very gloomy and menacing. “I’ll take care of this matter for you guys. Go ahead and recuperate from your wounds. We can’t lose the Tournament.”

Only after calming down those disciples and sending them off did Ye Qingqiu slap the desk, her face twisting. She uttered a name through gritted teeth, “Shang Shu!”

‘This woman killed my Master and destroyed the Misty Sect with a fire! All these years, the grievances I suffered were all her fault! I’ll get back at her sooner or later!’

“Are you this unable to control yourself, girlie?” A mocking voice sounded out of nowhere.

Ye Qingqiu was taken aback for a moment before the ferocious expression on her face faded away and she regained her lofty G.o.ddess image. “What do you want this time?”

“Keke…” That voice laughed weirdly. “I smell something nice.”

“Hmph.” A hint of disgust flashed in Ye Qingqiu’s eyes. “This is the Inter-Sect Tournament. All the powers of the Cultivation World are gathered here.”

“Girlie, this isn’t up to you. If… keke… you probably don’t want to try the consequences again.”

“You—” Ye Qingqiu seemed to recall something for her face turned terribly pale while her body trembled. Her eyes were filled with bitter resentment as the hands at her sides clenched so hard, green veins popped out.
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The Inter-Sect Tournament was really just sending people up on stage to exchange pointers so each sect was aware of the other sects’ strength. Basically, they were just scouting each other out and checking if there were any new experts from other sects.

Shi Sheng seemed rather interested in watching them fight it out. She brought Feng Ci with her to take over the best viewing seats. The area around her was completely clear of people, as if they had all been blown away by a hurricane.

Feng Ci had burnt all the unnecessary stuff and brought out a soft couch, snacks, spirit tea and even an umbrella to block out the sun. With this sort of setup, they were more laid back than if they had been watching a show.