Supreme Emptiness

The sect's grand competition continued.

Yan Yuqing went on stage twice more.

With her previous great victory, her mindset was excellent, and her performance was extraordinary.

She won two consecutive victories.

"Martial uncle, one more victory and I'll be in the top ten."

She was beaming with confidence.

This was her best performance in several competitions.

However, as the final ten matches were arranged.

The smile on Yan Yuqing's face disappeared.

The last ten matches were between the best performing disciples in this competition.

The difficulty was naturally greater than before.

In the ninth match, Yan Yuqing would face a female disciple named Luo Tianjiao.

"It's her?"

Cheng Xiaoleng rubbed his forehead: "Yuqing, didn't you check the almanac before you left the house?"

Chai Yingrong looked sympathetic: "You have such bad luck."

"The two strongest disciples in this competition are Feng Haoyuan and Luo Tianjiao."

"And you've encountered both of them!"

Yan Yuqing wore a bitter smile: "How could I be a match for Senior Sister Luo?"

"Her strength is even a bit higher than Luo Tianjiao's."

Speaking of this.

She couldn't help but joke: "Martial uncle, if you can see where Luo Tianjiao is injured, don't forget to tell me."

Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "She's perfectly fine."

Just as Yan Yuqing's bitter smile deepened.

Jiang Fan said: "However, there should still be some time before you go on stage."

"During this time, I can help you improve your strength a bit."

"As for whether you win or not, that's up to you."

Huh?

Yan Yuqing was incredulous.

Cheng Xiaoleng bluntly said: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Chai Yingrong shook her head and said: "There's only one two-hour left before Yuqing goes on stage."

"How could the gap between them be bridged?"

They both glanced sideways at Jiang Fan, thinking he had become complacent after pointing out Feng Haoyuan's leg injury and helping Yan Yuqing win a match.

Luo Tianjiao, after all, was in peak condition.

She couldn't be defeated by mere tricks.

But Jiang Fan had his reasons.

He asked: "Yuqing, the palm technique you're practicing, it should have some merit, right?"

Yan Yuqing revealed a trace of pride: "Of course."

"Although Divine Doctor Peak does not focus on the martial path, my master has extensive connections."

"He is never short of top-tier cultivation techniques."

"What I'm practicing is the Cloud Luo Palm, hailed as the number one palm technique in the Nine-Sect Land."

"Even among profound-level high techniques, it is considered peerless."

Cheng Xiaoleng and Chai Yingrong sighed with envy.

"Isn't that right?"

"Divine Doctor Peak never lacks in techniques."

"Otherwise, why would everyone want to apprentice under Elder Shangguan?"

Jiang Fan understood.

It matched his observation.

But he continued to ask: "Do you think your palm technique is displaying its full power?"

Previously proud, Yan Yuqing now became ashamed.

"My comprehension is lacking, and I am the only one practicing this technique."

"I have no one to ask for advice."

"I have always figured it out by myself."

Jiang Fan said: "No wonder."

"I observed that your palm technique is powerful in form but weak in force, like a child wielding a heavy hammer."

"Clearly possessing a sharp weapon, yet unable to unleash half its power."

"You must have made a major mistake in your cultivation."

"Do you have the technique's instruction manual with you?"

Yan Yuqing was stunned for a moment: "I do. Uncle, do you want to see it?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "Yes, let me have a look."

"See if I can guide you to master it."

"If successful, you might have a chance against Luo Tianjiao."

Uh—

Cheng Xiaoleng and Chai Yingrong were dumbfounded.

Even Yan Yuqing was dazed and uncertain: "Uncle, you mean."

"In one two-hour, comprehend this technique and help me master it?"

Jiang Fan didn't say much: "Give it to me and let me see."

Yan Yuqing hesitated.

This was her most prized possession, her biggest secret.

No one was allowed to see it.

But facing Jiang Fan's request, she reluctantly took it out and handed it to Jiang Fan.

She thought, in such a short time, the martial uncle couldn't possibly learn much, right?

Thinking this, she relaxed a bit.

Jiang Fan took the technique manual and quickly skimmed through it.

The profound-level high technique was not difficult for him.

After a moment of comprehension with closed eyes, he gained insight.

His eyes gleamed as he spoke decisively.

"Ice and Fire Double!"

He casually thrust his palm forward, and from his palm emerged two types of palm energies—ice and fire, diametrically opposed.

The two forces intertwined and struck the iron chair in front of him, leaving a finger-deep dent.

Yan Yuqing's eyes widened: "Uncle, you... you..."

She couldn't believe it.

It took her a year to comprehend the first layer.

Her uncle had taken less than the time for a cup of tea!

Jiang Fan withdrew his hand and said:

"You must have made an error in the spiritual power circulation route, which is why the power of your palm technique is below expectation."

"Sit cross-legged, remember the circulation path."

Yan Yuqing sat dazedly in front of Jiang Fan.

Allowing him to insert a thread of spiritual power into her body, which roamed inside her.

Yan Yuqing remembered the circulation path with skepticism.

Then practiced it silently.

"Yan Yuqing, Luo Tianjiao, come to the stage!"

A call broke Yan Yuqing's silent practice session.

She opened her eyes, panicked: "Huh? So soon?"

"I-I haven't practiced enough yet!"

Lost in practice, she hadn't noticed the swift passage of time.

Suddenly being called to the stage, she was at a loss.

Jiang Fan reassured: "Actual combat is the fastest way to improve."

"Go ahead!"

Having no other choice.

Yan Yuqing had to grit her teeth and walk onto the stage to begin the match with the outstanding peer Luo Tianjiao.

Li Shiqian stared at Yan Yuqing, snorted lightly:

"Let's see how she wins this time!"

"Last time, she won against Feng Haoyuan by luck and thought she was something!"

Wang Yunge reclined in his chair, glanced at Yan Yuqing, and indifferently said:

"Win? How would she win?"

"Junior Sister Luo is the strongest prodigy of Green Bamboo Peak in ten years, unmatched among her peers."

"Her strength is something I've personally tested."

"Yan Yuqing will be defeated in three moves!"

But.

Soon, Wang Yunge couldn't help but sit up straight.
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Staring at the two intertwined figures on stage, he was a bit surprised.

"Strange! Why does Yan Yuqing's palm technique seem different?"

Li Shiqian also exclaimed in surprise: "Take out the feeling! Her palm technique has changed."

"The moves are the same, but the power has doubled!"

"Only, why does it look so unfamiliar?"

Hua Xiangchen was also shocked.

He was most familiar with Yan Yuqing and knew her strength well.

At this moment, Yan Yuqing's palm technique had completely transformed.

What happened?

In the last round, her palm technique was still as before, lacking power.

How did it change so drastically in just a two-hour?

In just a few breaths.

The two had already exchanged three rounds!

Yan Yuqing, due to unfamiliarity with the palm technique, was being defeated by Luo Tianjiao consistently.

"Is this the best a disciple of Divine Doctor Peak can do? Can't even execute the palm technique properly, haha!"

There were more female disciples who envied Yan Yuqing than just Jiang Qin alone.

There were plenty of them.

Yan Yuqing remained calm and continued to quickly familiarize herself with the palm technique during the actual combat.

After twenty moves.

Luo Tianjiao gradually felt something was wrong; she could no longer suppress Yan Yuqing.

After fifty moves, she was shocked to find that Yan Yuqing could now unleash a powerful palm technique, comparable to herself!

This panicked her.

On the other hand, as Yan Yuqing's palm technique grew stronger, her excitement increased, and she fought with greater vigor!

After a full two hundred exchanges.

Finally, Luo Tianjiao's changing mindset caused her to expose a flaw during an attack.

Yan Yuqing, with sharp eyes and quick hands, decisively delivered a palm strike to her chest.

Thud, thud, thud—

Luo Tianjiao staggered backward, falling off the stage.

The judge announced in surprise, in a loud voice: "The winner is Luo Tianjiao!"

The entire place went silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to accept the result.

Unexpected upsets were a special occurrence in every grand competition.

But Yan Yuqing, who usually performed averagely, defeating the proud daughter Luo Tianjiao.

This enormous upset, who could accept it?

Luo Tianjiao herself couldn't accept it.

She climbed onto the stage, unwillingly shouted:

"I don't accept this! Yan Yuqing cheated! She cheated!"

"How could her technique change so drastically in just one two-hour?"

This...

The judge was also puzzled.

To ensure fairness, he sternly asked: "Yan Yuqing, how do you explain this?"

Yan Yuqing's heart skipped a beat.

In front of the Sect Master and numerous elders, how could she dare to bear such a dark accusation?

She quickly replied: "Reporting to the judge, my martial uncle guided me in the palm technique."

Martial uncle?

Countless eyes simultaneously turned towards the quiet, fair-skinned youth sitting there.