“At the Summit of the Nine Heavens” was a typical male-centered cultivation novel with power-ups and face-slapping. From start to finish, the story was filled with cliche fights, to the point that readers could only clearly remember the name of the male protagonist by the end. As for the other characters, both male and female, they were essentially tools in the narrative.
“Miss Yang” was no exception, just another tool in the story.
From the moment she pushed Liu Yunxin into the water and acquired the Xiao Yuan Pearl, Zanxing began to snatch away opportunities meant for the male lead. While the central plot remained unchanged, Zanxing herself behaved like a programming error, capable of causing shifts in the entire story at any given moment.
Initially, she only had vague suspicions, but it wasn’t until this very moment, when the number “thirty” clearly indicated on the wooden stick that she was intended to become a rival for Duan Xiangrao in the assessment, that Zanxing suddenly understood the original author’s intention.
If the original work were to be considered as a pre-written program, she would be like an error in the code. To ensure the program ran smoothly, the original author continuously corrected this error. Consequently, Duan Xiangrao came into the picture.
The so-called Wang Shao’s cancellation of the engagement, the sudden appearance of Duan Xiangrao, and all this inexplicable hostility, were nothing more than the original work’s self-correction targeting her as this “error”.
All the coincidences were leading to the same purpose: to quickly remove this female cannon fodder who had barely appeared for less than two thousand characters, so as not to disrupt the main storyline.
Zanxing took a deep breath. This book was actively trying to erase her existence, like a horror story.
Seeing her remain silent, Tian Fangfang approached with concern, “Junior Sister, which number did you draw?” He noticed the number on Zanxing’s wooden stick and exclaimed, “Thirty, isn’t that in the same group as Junior Sister Duan?”
He spoke a bit loudly, and Duan Xiangrao heard it. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over, looking at Zanxing with suspicion, “Are we in the same group?”
Zanxing furrowed her brows.
Seeing her reaction, Duan Xiangrao couldn’t help but confirm, and she stifled a smile, her tone filled with mockery, “Well, what a coincidence. I never thought you and I would turn out to be rivals. Although I’ve been living together with Junior Sister for some time and share some camaraderie, when it comes to the position of inner disciples, only one of us can have it, and I won’t give it up to you.”
“Who’s giving it to whom is yet to be seen,” Zanxing replied.
“Then let’s wait and see,” Duan Xiangrao chuckled lightly, then turned back to join Hua Yue.
On the surface, Zanxing appeared calm and composed, but in reality, she was quite anxious. If Duan Xiangrao’s appearance in the story was deliberate to correct her role as a cannon fodder, then this assessment competition would undoubtedly not be easy.
Moreover.
She looked towards the competition stage. So far, Mu Cengxiao hadn’t clashed with Hua Yue. Has the original plot truly changed? Nobody knew.
The second round of the assessment began, all while Zanxing worried about what lay ahead.
In this round, the first familiar face to take the stage was Hua Yue.
Among the newly admitted disciples, Hua Yue was the only one who had reached the Golden Core stage. In the previous Lianshan Flower Selection Competition, he secured the first place. He was known for his vindictiveness, ruthless methods, and a penchant for seeking the spotlight. Among the disciples entering the second round of the assessment, their cultivation levels were generally impressive. Hua Yue’s opponent was a young cultivator who appeared to have some skills, but he was swiftly defeated by Hua Yue’s sword strike, leaving his clothes torn and himself along with his weapon tumbling off the competition stage in a rather embarrassing manner.
While achieving victory with just one move, Hua Yue’s performance was far more flamboyant than Mu Cengxiao and Zanxing from earlier. With a sword adorned with precious gems, he casually made his move. If you covered his face, he would have even seemed like a protagonist.
However, he was not the Chosen One.
Shortly after Hua Yue’s competition, Mu Cengxiao took the stage.
This time, he didn’t display the same astonishing performance as before, either due to holding back his true power or not being as skillful. In any case, his victory was hard-fought. This was different from what Zanxing remembered. If Mu Cengxiao didn’t stand out enough, then Hua Yue, with his narrow-mindedness, couldn’t possibly be jealous of him.
Zanxing looked in Hua Yue’s direction, and sure enough, Mu Cengxiao’s victory had not stirred the slightest interest in Hua Yue. At this moment, Hua Yue was surrounded by fellow disciples, basking in their praise.
The storyline had taken a significant turn.
For Zanxing at this moment, it was far from good news.
The more the storyline diverged, the stronger would be the “corrections” aimed at her by the original narrative would become.
Next, Tian Fangfang also took the stage. Although he didn’t seem very reliable on regular days, in reality, his cultivation was quite high, and he defeated his opponent without much suspense, securing a place among the inner disciples.
By the end, all the previous twenty-nine groups of disciples had completed their assessments, and it was time for the final group.
The disciple reading the wooden sticks announced, “Group Thirty, Yang Zanxing, Duan Xiangrao.”
The audience below suddenly erupted in excitement.
In the country of Duzhou, the practice of cultivation was thriving. However, the path of cultivation was fraught with countless difficulties and obstacles. Unless one was a genius from a major sect, it was rare for ordinary women in the mortal realm to willingly embark on this challenging journey, unless they possessed extraordinary spiritual roots. Therefore, among the new disciples this time, there were very few female disciples, and Zanxing and Duan Xiangrao had become rivals. Both were women, but one was strikingly beautiful, while the other had a plain appearance, creating a stark contrast.
Daoist Yueguang on the terrace let out a sigh, “What a pity.”
Xuan Lingzi inquired, “What’s the pity?”
“This young lady had come across the ‘Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff,’ indicating that she has a stroke of luck. However, it’s regrettable that she can only proceed this far and become an outer disciple. It’s truly a pity.”
Xuan Lingzi was not convinced, “Senior, isn’t it inappropriate to assume she’ll lose before the match even begins?”
“Her cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, while her opponent is nearing Foundation Establishment Late Stage. You know, even the disparity between Foundation Establishment Early and Middle Stages is significant, not to mention Late Foundation Establishment. Rules must be upheld, and even if it’s regrettable, it has to be this way,” Daoist Yueguang explained.
“I’m not so sure,” Xuan Lingzi was optimistic. “Didn’t she display ‘Mirror Flower, Water Moon’ with just a half move? Maybe she can win.”
“A half move can’t surpass a strike from someone at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.”
Zanxing walked onto the stage.
The two women, viewed from a distance, were equally elegant and charming in physique. However, upon closer inspection, one had a moon-like beauty, while the other had several eerie black scars on her right cheek.
The desire for beauty was universal, and since Duan Xiangrao was accustomed to mingling with the male disciples, the male disciples below began to cheer for her: “Junior Sister Duan, you will win! Junior Sister Duan, you will definitely win!”
Zanxing glanced at Tian Fangfang, who understood and shouted loudly, “Senior sister Zanxing is the most formidable!”
Unfortunately, his voice was soon drowned out by Duan Xiangrao’s supporters.
“I didn’t expect to be in the same group with you, to be honest,” Duan Xiangrao said with a smile.
Zanxing replied, “I didn’t expect it either.”
“Your luck is pretty good,” Duan Xiangrao shrugged. A black whip appeared in her hand, winding like a snake, emitting a faint blue light on its surface, mysterious and beautiful.
“Just in time,” she said, “I’ll let you see my Serpent Bone Whip.”
“At the Summit of the Nine Heavens” was a typical male-centered cultivation novel with power-ups and face-slapping. From start to finish, the story was filled with cliche fights, to the point that readers could only clearly remember the name of the male protagonist by the end. As for the other characters, both male and female, they were essentially tools in the narrative.
“Miss Yang” was no exception, just another tool in the story.
From the moment she pushed Liu Yunxin into the water and acquired the Xiao Yuan Pearl, Zanxing began to snatch away opportunities meant for the male lead. While the central plot remained unchanged, Zanxing herself behaved like a programming error, capable of causing shifts in the entire story at any given moment.
Initially, she only had vague suspicions, but it wasn’t until this very moment, when the number “thirty” clearly indicated on the wooden stick that she was intended to become a rival for Duan Xiangrao in the assessment, that Zanxing suddenly understood the original author’s intention.
If the original work were to be considered as a pre-written program, she would be like an error in the code. To ensure the program ran smoothly, the original author continuously corrected this error. Consequently, Duan Xiangrao came into the picture.
The so-called Wang Shao’s cancellation of the engagement, the sudden appearance of Duan Xiangrao, and all this inexplicable hostility, were nothing more than the original work’s self-correction targeting her as this “error”.
All the coincidences were leading to the same purpose: to quickly remove this female cannon fodder who had barely appeared for less than two thousand characters, so as not to disrupt the main storyline.
Zanxing took a deep breath. This book was actively trying to erase her existence, like a horror story.
Seeing her remain silent, Tian Fangfang approached with concern, “Junior Sister, which number did you draw?” He noticed the number on Zanxing’s wooden stick and exclaimed, “Thirty, isn’t that in the same group as Junior Sister Duan?”
He spoke a bit loudly, and Duan Xiangrao heard it. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over, looking at Zanxing with suspicion, “Are we in the same group?”
Zanxing furrowed her brows.
Seeing her reaction, Duan Xiangrao couldn’t help but confirm, and she stifled a smile, her tone filled with mockery, “Well, what a coincidence. I never thought you and I would turn out to be rivals. Although I’ve been living together with Junior Sister for some time and share some camaraderie, when it comes to the position of inner disciples, only one of us can have it, and I won’t give it up to you.”
“Who’s giving it to whom is yet to be seen,” Zanxing replied.
“Then let’s wait and see,” Duan Xiangrao chuckled lightly, then turned back to join Hua Yue.
On the surface, Zanxing appeared calm and composed, but in reality, she was quite anxious. If Duan Xiangrao’s appearance in the story was deliberate to correct her role as a cannon fodder, then this assessment competition would undoubtedly not be easy.
Moreover.
She looked towards the competition stage. So far, Mu Cengxiao hadn’t clashed with Hua Yue. Has the original plot truly changed? Nobody knew.
The second round of the assessment began, all while Zanxing worried about what lay ahead.
In this round, the first familiar face to take the stage was Hua Yue.
Among the newly admitted disciples, Hua Yue was the only one who had reached the Golden Core stage. In the previous Lianshan Flower Selection Competition, he secured the first place. He was known for his vindictiveness, ruthless methods, and a penchant for seeking the spotlight. Among the disciples entering the second round of the assessment, their cultivation levels were generally impressive. Hua Yue’s opponent was a young cultivator who appeared to have some skills, but he was swiftly defeated by Hua Yue’s sword strike, leaving his clothes torn and himself along with his weapon tumbling off the competition stage in a rather embarrassing manner.
While achieving victory with just one move, Hua Yue’s performance was far more flamboyant than Mu Cengxiao and Zanxing from earlier. With a sword adorned with precious gems, he casually made his move. If you covered his face, he would have even seemed like a protagonist.
However, he was not the Chosen One.
Shortly after Hua Yue’s competition, Mu Cengxiao took the stage.
This time, he didn’t display the same astonishing performance as before, either due to holding back his true power or not being as skillful. In any case, his victory was hard-fought. This was different from what Zanxing remembered. If Mu Cengxiao didn’t stand out enough, then Hua Yue, with his narrow-mindedness, couldn’t possibly be jealous of him.
Zanxing looked in Hua Yue’s direction, and sure enough, Mu Cengxiao’s victory had not stirred the slightest interest in Hua Yue. At this moment, Hua Yue was surrounded by fellow disciples, basking in their praise.
The storyline had taken a significant turn.
For Zanxing at this moment, it was far from good news.
The more the storyline diverged, the stronger would be the “corrections” aimed at her by the original narrative would become.
Next, Tian Fangfang also took the stage. Although he didn’t seem very reliable on regular days, in reality, his cultivation was quite high, and he defeated his opponent without much suspense, securing a place among the inner disciples.
By the end, all the previous twenty-nine groups of disciples had completed their assessments, and it was time for the final group.
The disciple reading the wooden sticks announced, “Group Thirty, Yang Zanxing, Duan Xiangrao.”
The audience below suddenly erupted in excitement.
In the country of Duzhou, the practice of cultivation was thriving. However, the path of cultivation was fraught with countless difficulties and obstacles. Unless one was a genius from a major sect, it was rare for ordinary women in the mortal realm to willingly embark on this challenging journey, unless they possessed extraordinary spiritual roots. Therefore, among the new disciples this time, there were very few female disciples, and Zanxing and Duan Xiangrao had become rivals. Both were women, but one was strikingly beautiful, while the other had a plain appearance, creating a stark contrast.
Daoist Yueguang on the terrace let out a sigh, “What a pity.”
Xuan Lingzi inquired, “What’s the pity?”
“This young lady had come across the ‘Qing’e Flower-Picking Staff,’ indicating that she has a stroke of luck. However, it’s regrettable that she can only proceed this far and become an outer disciple. It’s truly a pity.”
Xuan Lingzi was not convinced, “Senior, isn’t it inappropriate to assume she’ll lose before the match even begins?”
“Her cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, while her opponent is nearing Foundation Establishment Late Stage. You know, even the disparity between Foundation Establishment Early and Middle Stages is significant, not to mention Late Foundation Establishment. Rules must be upheld, and even if it’s regrettable, it has to be this way,” Daoist Yueguang explained.
“I’m not so sure,” Xuan Lingzi was optimistic. “Didn’t she display ‘Mirror Flower, Water Moon’ with just a half move? Maybe she can win.”
“A half move can’t surpass a strike from someone at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.”
Zanxing walked onto the stage.
The two women, viewed from a distance, were equally elegant and charming in physique. However, upon closer inspection, one had a moon-like beauty, while the other had several eerie black scars on her right cheek.
The desire for beauty was universal, and since Duan Xiangrao was accustomed to mingling with the male disciples, the male disciples below began to cheer for her: “Junior Sister Duan, you will win! Junior Sister Duan, you will definitely win!”
Zanxing glanced at Tian Fangfang, who understood and shouted loudly, “Senior sister Zanxing is the most formidable!”
Unfortunately, his voice was soon drowned out by Duan Xiangrao’s supporters.
“I didn’t expect to be in the same group with you, to be honest,” Duan Xiangrao said with a smile.
Zanxing replied, “I didn’t expect it either.”
“Your luck is pretty good,” Duan Xiangrao shrugged. A black whip appeared in her hand, winding like a snake, emitting a faint blue light on its surface, mysterious and beautiful.
“Just in time,” she said, “I’ll let you see my Serpent Bone Whip.”
