Chapter 50.3

When Shen Rongyu went to take Ji Qingzhou to White Rock Cliff, Ye Duanhong’s immortal abode, he wanted Ji Qingzhou to ride on his Burial Snow, but Ji Qingzhou took out her Sansan, opened it and shook it in front of him.

“Xiao Yu-shixiong, I want to fly there by myself,” Ji Qingzhou whispered her wish.

“Even if you can use the Air Control Technique to assist you, your magic power is not enough to take you to the White Rock Cliff,” Shen Rongyu reminded her.

Ji Qingzhou carefully stretched out her hand, raised it toward Shen Rongyu, and then turned her wrist under his eyes, exposing the center of it.

Her skin was fair, and her wrists seemed to be glowing in the sun.

Ji Qingzhou asked, “Xiao Yu-shixiong, is this okay?”

The other words she was embarrassed to say were probably “Xiao Yu-shixiong, I will just fly there like this. If I run out of magic power on the way, then replenish it for me, and I will go on flying.”

Shen Rongyu understood what she meant. He raised his hand, pressed her wrist with his fingertips, and pushed her hand back to her side.

“Fine,” he agreed.

As soon as Ji Qingzhou got his approval, she immediately flew away with Sansan. She was not flying fast and Shen Rongyu stayed apace with her, making Burial Snow under his feet vibrate in protest.

Burial Snow could fly at maximum speed, but commanding such a formidable sword to slow down was indeed a challenge.

Shen Rongyu directly ignored Burial Snow’s protest and just controlled it, continuing to follow Ji Qingzhou at a reasonable distance.

One was wielding a sword while the other was holding an umbrella. Both of them were outstanding in looks, and from a distance, they seemed to be a good match.

However, none of the cultivators who saw Ji Qingzhou and Shen Rongyu were thinking about whether they were compatible or not. Their attention was focused on the umbrella in Ji Qingzhou’s hand.

“Sister Meng, look—” A female disciple who was familiar with Meng Yaolan tugged at her sleeve and whispered, “Is the person holding the umbrella Ji Qingzhou?”

“Umbrella?” Meng Yaolan was flying while performing the Air Control Technique. When she heard the word, she immediately raised her head and followed the female disciple’s line of sight.

It was indeed an umbrella, a red umbrella, with falling flowers on the surface of it, depicting a fresh and lovely scene.

Meng Yaolan was astonished. She opened her lips and calmly remarked, “She is very brave.”

“She actually… used an umbrella. That’s an ominous item.” The female disciple frowned.

“Before the Desolation Erosion, the umbrella was just a tool to aid traveling and seek shelter from the rain, and many cultivators also used it as a magic treasure.” Meng Yaolan countered softly, “Huang Shi has been suppressed. What are we afraid of?”

“Sister Meng?” The female disciple knew this truth, but she was just alarmed…

“Perhaps having her attitude is the right thing to do,” Meng Yaolan said and flew towards White Rock Cliff.

On the way, the umbrella in Ji Qingzhou’s hand drew many strange glances, but it must be said that the umbrella in her hand indeed suited her perfectly, because it blocked all those glances that frightened her, like the oncoming wind.

Ji Qingzhou hid in the small shadow under the umbrella, as if in her own little world, and was very satisfied.

Shen Rongyu, who was guarding her side, naturally noticed those gazes and discussions. His eyes swept over the cultivators who were whispering in each other’s ears and an icy chill formed in his eyes, like icicles bursting forth sharply.

With great difficulty, they finally reached the White Rock Cliff with Sansan at the speed of a turtle’s crawl and the Air Control Technique. The hall was already packed with spectators, but fortunately, Shen Rongyu’s position was reserved for him.

Shen Rongyu parted with Ji Qingzhou and sat among the spectators. Ji Qingzhou landed on the ground and closed her umbrella. Only then did she notice the many eyes focused on her.

The sharpest among them was naturally Ye Duanhong’s glacial eyes. He was staring at her with a cold and solemn front.

“Elder Ye.” Ji Qingzhou tightly grasped the handle of her umbrella and greeted him politely, then raced to the end of the disciples who were waiting for the examination. She tried to use other people’s bodies to shield herself.

She hid behind the crowd, but there were still disciples under the stage who poked their heads to have a look at her. Just then, Shen Rongyu who was in the audience’s seats coughed lightly and said coldly, “Xuanyun Sect disciples, you’re not that green and unacquainted with the world, are you?”

Hearing his rebuke, the disciples who stretched their heads to see Ji Qingzhou immediately shrank their necks back. The atmosphere was cold and awkward until the elder sitting beside Shen Rongyu smoothed things over: “Rongyu, you also know how special the magic treasure in Miss Ji’s hand is.”

“Special enough to warrant such attention?” Shen Rongyu replied with a low voice.

Ji Qingzhou couldn’t hear the discussion in the audience’s seat. In an attempt to hide at the back of the disciples, she bumped into an acquaintance.

She made her way through while clutching Sansan but accidentally bumped into a person. All she heard was the “jingles” of silver jewelry.

Ying Xiu called her, “Miss Ji?”

Ji Qingzhou looked up, only to realize that she had accidentally bumped into someone. She apologized anxiously

“It’s nothing.” Ying Xiu shook her head. Without Qiu Mingxue by her side, she seemed to be unrestrained, and she even spoke more openly and confidently.

When Ji Qingzhou recognized her, she remembered the accident at the Alchemy Class assessment site. She opened her lips, wanting to ask, but she felt that it would be a bit nosy.

Fortunately, Ying Xiu saw through her doubts and said, “Are you going to ask about Her Highness? She was injured by a Xiao and is recuperating, hence her absence.”

“Hmm,” Ji Qingzhou mumbled and didn’t speak any further.

After a while, Ye Duanhong’s cold voice sounded, “All right, now that you’re all here, come forward and draw your opponents.”

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