Chapter 25: The Crown of No Battle
Liu Yun gave Wang Xing a glance, revealing a look of disdain. Every time it was this kid who rushed to flatter, and the one who got beaten up always hid the farthest away.
"What does 'a golden spear that never falls' mean?" asked Yin Ting, puzzled.
Su Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, bending his right leg and kicking out swiftly, directly sending Wang Xing flying out of the dormitory door. He pointed at Wang Xing who had already flown out and said: "You little rascal is ruining my reputation, you're always messing around with women, don't frame me, I'm a good guy."
"What's a kiln store? Is it fun?" Yin Ting stuck out her tongue again and asked innocently.
Su Qingchen's pupils dilated, and his face slightly furrowed, revealing an awkward smile. He really couldn't answer the simple yet lovely Yin Ting, so he scratched his head with one hand and was speechless for a long time.
On the one hand, he watched the lively Liu Yun's chubby little face turn bright red with suppressed laughter, but unfortunately, he didn't dare laugh out loud, fearing that the eldest on the bed would give him a kick and send him flying out of the room, which wouldn't be a pleasant experience.
Wang Xing rubbed his butt and walked into the dormitory, looking at Su Qingchen with an innocent face: "Boss, what are you still spacing out for? If you're late again, your competition qualification will be cancelled."
Su Qingchen looked at Wang Xing as if he was a savior, jumped up from the bed, grabbed Wang Xing and said: "Since you know it's not going to make it, why don't you hurry up and go?" After finishing speaking, he ran out of the dormitory like he was escaping.
"Can your body take part in the competition? That's the final match." Yin Ting asked with concern as she saw Su Qingchen rush out of the dormitory to continue participating in the competition.
"It's okay, I'm completely healed." Su Qingchen's voice grew smaller and smaller until it was no longer audible.
Yin Ting's face was puffed up with anger as she stomped her foot and then chased after him.
Leaving behind a slyly smiling Liu Yun and a terrified Wang Xing, the two quickly ran out of their dormitory after a moment's reflection, still shouting "Boss, wait for me!" as they sprinted straight to the competition venue.
When Su Qingchen arrived at the competition venue, everyone looked at him like a monster, casting their eyes on him. The shock this young man brought to them was too great. He was so seriously injured yesterday, and yet he could still come to participate in the competition today. It's really a miracle.
As the middle-aged man who was hosting the competition prepared to announce the results, Su Qingchen jumped onto the competition venue and gave him an apologetic smile. After announcing the start of the competition, Su Qingchen looked up towards the opposite side.
A purple long gown, flowing blue hair, delicate eyes, giving off an otherworldly aura. For some reason, Su Qingchen had an inexplicable fondness for the boy in front of her.
The purple-haired youth's face had a hint of evil smile, his mouth slightly upturned as he looked at Su Qingchen and said "My name is Lu Fei, I'm an elementary stage spirit master, my soul spirit is the sword soul spirit. You defeated Guo Xiang, proving that you have the strength to be champion, I admire you very much. Can we not fight?"
Lu Fei's words made Su Qingchen a bit confused and puzzled, opening his mouth to ask: "We're not going to fight? Then what about the match result?"
Lu Fei revealed his sly smile again: "I said it earlier, you can stand here, which means you have the strength of a champion, so I admit defeat. The championship is yours, but I have a condition."
"Conditions? No way, I'm a person who dislikes talking about conditions the most." Su Qingchen didn't even think before directly interrupting Lu Fei's words and flatly refused him.
Lu Fei let out a sigh and shook his head: "What's the hurry, listen to me finish before you decide." As he spoke, Lu Fei looked at Su Qingchen with inquiring eyes, and after Su Qingchen nodded, he continued: "I'll directly admit defeat in the competition, on the condition that we become friends and cultivate together from now on, making progress together. You shouldn't refuse this request, right? The champion's prize is a high-level Qing Huan Soul Technique, after all."
Lu Fei finished speaking, and Su Qingchen was stunned. No matter how she imagined it, she never thought that Lu Fei's condition would be this. She already had a good impression of the evil-looking young man in front of her, but now she felt even more subtle, thinking that this young man could bring her help.
"How about it, if you agree, I'll tell the teacher downstairs." Lu Fei asked again. Lu Fei had always wanted to get to know Su Qingchen, but he didn't expect him to defeat Guo Xiang and meet himself in the final match. After thinking for a long time yesterday afternoon, he finally decided to give up and gain his favor, make friends with him, and told his father about it this morning. Unexpectedly, his father thought the same way as him, which made Lu Fei even more curious about Su Qingchen.
Su Qingchen rubbed his nose, momentarily unsure of how to respond to the young man in front of him, a look of embarrassment on his face. He had been prepared for a fierce battle, but with the Purple Field Jade to heal his wounds, he wasn't worried about getting hurt in the competition. Every time he healed himself, his cultivation would increase, which made Su Qingchen somewhat eager to get injured.
If others knew Su Qingchen's thoughts, they would be shocked and loudly exclaim: "What a monster!"
The crowd below looked at the stage in confusion, not knowing what they were doing. This was the final match, and everyone thought it would be another exciting game, but instead, they were chatting on stage. Many people wanted to see if Su Qingchen could create a miracle again and win the championship.
After Su Qing nodded, Lu Fei turned to the middle-aged man below the stage and said: "Teacher, I admit defeat. Please announce the result."
As the dramatic result occurred, everyone stared at Lu Fei on stage in surprise, feeling unbelievable. But Su Qingchen really created a miracle again, winning the final without a fight. After the middle-aged man announced the result, the people of the civilian class cheered up, no one bothered to entangle why Lu Fei would admit defeat, only knowing that Su Qingchen won and took down the championship, giving the civilians a breath of fresh air.
Yin Ting's eyes sparkled with crystal tears, he really did it. When he participated in the competition, he was only a third-level spiritual master, but in just three days, his cultivation broke through to level six and won the championship that originally belonged to the spiritual masters. Looking at Su Qingchen who was still thinking on the field, Yin Ting was truly happy for him from the bottom of her heart.
Su Qingchen nodded her head, smiled at Lu Fei, greeted him and jumped off the stage, pushed away the boy who was about to hug her, walked to Yin Ting's side, and said in a low voice: "I promised you, I did it. This championship is yours, and the prize is also yours. I hope you can give me a smile, a smile that belongs only to me."
Yin Ting didn't expect Su Qingchen to say such words in front of so many people, and her face instantly turned red. She lowered her head and muttered: "Thank you, I'll make it up to you next time, consider it my debt." After finishing speaking, she pushed away the surrounding crowd and ran off.
At this time, the boys, led by Liu Yun, lifted Su Qingchen and threw him into the air.
Bing Yu watched the playful crowd beside her, a hint of sourness mixed with her joyful mood. She puckered up and spoke, "Everyone return to class, I have something to say."
As soon as Bing Yu's words fell, the students of Class Pingmin had already disappeared from the scene, while Su Qingchen, who was thrown into the air to enjoy the flight, made a "bang" sound and had an intimate contact with the ground.
