Chapter 913

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A figure stood there, clad in a black robe, draped in a dark cloak, and crowned with a black hat, shrouding himself in an air of mystery. His entire body was concealed beneath the layers of black, making him an enigmatic presence.

The disciples nearby cast curious glances in his direction.

Who on earth could this person be?

Just at that moment, more figures began to arrive.

Among them, one figure descended with a graceful and ethereal poise, her demeanor captivating and enchanting.

She appeared to be a young woman in her early twenties, with bright, luminous eyes and a pure, serene face. Her aura was one of gentle tranquility.

“Sister Li Wenqing!”

“Wow, even Sister Li has been drawn here!”

Many of the disciples’ eyes lit up upon seeing her.

Li Wenqing was not only stunningly beautiful but also highly popular within the Lingjian Mountain. Her master was the esteemed Second Mountain Lord, Yuwen Yi, yet among her fellow disciples, Li Wenqing never put on airs.

Even before she became a core disciple, Li Wenqing had always patiently explained cultivation principles to her fellow inner disciples whenever they sought her guidance. With her good looks, exceptional talent, and willingness to help others, Li Wenqing naturally enjoyed a stellar reputation.

As the disciples greeted her with smiles, Li Wenqing responded to each one warmly.

At that moment, another figure landed beside Li Wenqing.

He appeared refined and amiable, with eyes that were not large but sparkled with vitality. His facial features, though not individually striking, came together to form an unexpectedly handsome visage.

“Brother Mu!”

“It’s Mu Zili. He’s here too.”

“It seems everyone is curious about the duel between Ji Ou and Ye Wushuang.”

Two core disciples had already arrived.

One couldn’t help but wonder if Jiang Yihan or even Qin Muyu would show up.

However, at that moment, Mu Zili and Li Wenqing exchanged glances, nodded, and smiled at each other in greeting. Without a word, they both walked toward the mysterious figure in black on the mountaintop.

Mu Zili said with a gentle smile, “Jiang Yihan, what are you up to?”

What?

Jiang Yihan?

The disciples who were close enough couldn’t help but gape at the man in black.

Jiang Yihan… Why is he dressed like this?

Throughout the entire Lingjian Mountain, Jiang Yihan was the top disciple below the four core disciples. Everyone knew that he loved to show off, just like Ji Ou.

Today, on such an eagerly anticipated occasion, Jiang Yihan had wrapped himself up like a mummy. What was he thinking?

The young man in black stumbled, his voice filled with astonishment. “I’ve disguised myself like this, and you still recognize me?”

Beside him, Li Wenqing asked curiously, “What are you doing?”

Li Wenqing’s voice was melodious, giving the impression of a gentle and kind-hearted person.

Jiang Yihan mumbled, “I just came to watch Ji Ou’s duel with Ye Wushuang. I dressed like this to avoid drawing attention.”

“After all, I’ve just been promoted to a core disciple. Now everyone calls me ‘Senior Brother Jiang’ all the time, and I’m still not used to it.”

“Ha-ha!” Mu Zili chuckled. “You always love to show off. After being promoted to core disciple, you hid for a few days, and now you show up like this, acting so low-key?”

“No, I don’t like showing off at all.”

The three of them chatted on the mountaintop, while the surrounding disciples began to buzz with excitement.

The duel between Ji Ou and Ye Wushuang was already highly anticipated.

One was among the top three prodigies of the entire Lingjian Mountain, while the other was a newly promoted core disciple, personally tutored by Master Siyin and breaking all conventions. Who wouldn’t be curious to see who was stronger between the two?

Moreover, the presence of the three core disciples—Li Wenqing, Mu Zili, and Jiang Yihan—only added to the anticipation.

At that moment, Ji Ou, standing in the valley, felt a surge of satisfaction as he saw more and more people gathering around. Defeating Ye Wushuang under the watchful eyes of everyone would feel amazing, wouldn’t it?

His master would surely praise him. Perhaps even Master Siyin would notice his brilliance.

Although defeating Ye Wushuang would be a slight to Master Siyin, the thought of it was thrilling.

Lost in these thoughts, Ji Ou couldn’t help but grin.

But just then, outside the valley, a furious shout suddenly rang out.

“Ji Ou, you little brat!”