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A flicker of anger flashed in Han Yue's eyes, quickly followed by a sense of helplessness. She gazed at Xiao Yan's departing figure, muttering to herself under her breath.
"However, no matter who this guy is, he can't be so self-assured!"
Han Yue gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed tightly, her expression revealing a deep sense of dissatisfaction and anger.
But in the midst of her fury, a strange emotion began to stir in her heart.
She thought back to her encounter with Xiao Yan earlier, recalling the feeling of being rejected. That sense of discomfort lingered, yet at the same time, an inexplicable curiosity began to grow within her.
"Xiao Wuyou, why do you look down on me so much?"
Han Yue muttered to herself, a complex expression crossing her face.
She also remembered the mysterious aura Xiao Yan had emanated earlier, which made her feel an inexplicable desire to learn more about him.
Just then, a servant cautiously approached Han Yue, gently advising, "Miss, please calm down. It's getting late, we should head back."
Han Yue heard the servant's words and her expression softened slightly, though she still wore an unhappy look. She gritted her teeth and responded with frustration, "I understand."
Her tone was tinged with impatience, but also resignation.
With that, Han Yue lifted her foot and began walking away from the place that had stirred such discontent within her, heading back toward the Jia Nan Academy.
Once back in her dormitory, Han Yue's mood remained low. She sat silently at the edge of her bed, her eyes vacant as they stared out of the window.
Her mind was in turmoil, constantly replaying the scene with Xiao Yan. Her heart was filled with both helplessness and confusion.
As she organized her belongings, Han Yue couldn't help but ponder what she should do next.
Her feelings toward Xiao Yan were a mix of anger and curiosity, as though she was being pulled by a mysterious force, compelling her to learn more about him.
"What kind of person is this Xiao Yan?" Han Yue asked herself quietly, her gaze filled with hesitation and confusion.
At that moment, a servant entered the room, holding a letter and respectfully presenting it to Han Yue.
"Miss, a letter has arrived from Miss Han Xue."
Han Yue took the letter, a glimmer of surprise and joy flashing in her eyes. Holding the letter in her hands, warmth spread through her heart.
Her sister's words of concern and affection brought her comfort, but the letter also conveyed a hint of worry. Han Xue mentioned that the family business had been facing difficulties and attacks recently, which left Han Yue feeling both pained and helpless.
"Sigh, it seems that the situation for the Han family is becoming more and more difficult."
Han Yue sighed softly, closing her eyes and sinking into deep thought.
The image of her family's past prosperity and success filled her mind, but now, they were beset by difficulties and threats.
Han Yue felt helpless, powerless to protect her family. She longed to shield them, but she was simply too weak to do so.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Han Yue's mind.
She recalled her interaction with Xiao Yan earlier.
"That Xiao Wuyou, he must have a powerful background, right?"
"No wonder he's so arrogant and confident, looking down on me so easily."
Han Yue felt her heart grow heavier, and anxiety about the future filled her mind, overwhelming her with a sense of unease.
Meanwhile, in the vast arena of Yun Lan Sect, the final match of the disciple tournament was in full swing.
The stands were packed with spectators, including many disciples and elders of Yun Lan Sect, all of whom were watching the battle intently.
Nalan Yanran, dressed in the disciple uniform of Yun Lan Sect, stood with grace and poise. Her gaze was sharp, exuding a sense of determination.
Her opponent was a tall and imposing senior brother, clad in a light blue robe. His face was stern, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.
On the battlefield, the two were in a tense standoff, their auras clashing as the sound of their blades slicing through the air filled the arena.
Nalan Yanran's swordsmanship was swift and fierce, each strike carrying a chilling air, like a meteor streaking through the night sky.
Her senior brother, however, was calm and composed, not daring to be careless. His movements were agile and fast, sometimes soaring through the air and other times swiftly dodging, skillfully avoiding Nalan Yanran's attacks. He engaged with her in a battle that was as fast and unpredictable as lightning.
"Han Yue, you are truly something!" Her senior brother said coldly.
A cold smile appeared on Nalan Yanran's face as she wielded her sword, her eyes filled with determination.
"Senior Brother, you're not bad either!"
As soon as her words fell, her figure darted forward like lightning, the sword's gleam sharp and chilling, transforming into a streak of silver light as it shot toward her senior brother.
Her senior brother's expression changed slightly, not daring to show any sign of negligence. He gripped his sword tightly, desperately countering her attack.
The audience below watched intently, their emotions rising and falling with every move, as the atmosphere grew tense and electrifying.
Suddenly, Nalan Yanran used her masterful Fei Xu body technique, creating multiple illusions of herself. Like a flying swallow or dancing butterfly, her movements were agile and elusive, pressing her senior brother back with each attack.
"Nalan Yanran, I didn't expect your body technique and combat skills to be so exquisite!" Her senior brother exclaimed in surprise, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. The sharp pressure of Nalan Yanran's offensive was unlike anything he had felt before.
A flash of pride gleamed in Nalan Yanran's eyes as she tightly gripped her sword, which seemed to bloom like a hundred flowers in full glory, radiating dazzling light.
The two clashed again, the sword strikes flashing like lightning, and their fighting spirit erupted.
Nalan Yanran's movements were swift, darting in and out, sometimes vanishing like an illusion. Her sword techniques came relentlessly, like a violent storm, unstoppable in its force.
Though her senior brother was brave, he began to falter under the relentless onslaught of Nalan Yanran's sharp attacks.
At last, Nalan Yanran struck with a single powerful blow. Her combat technique, Thousand Winds Gale, erupted with overwhelming power, sending her senior brother flying and crashing to the ground.
"Nalan Yanran wins!"
Nalan Yanran swung her sword triumphantly, her eyes gleaming with pride.
Standing on the battlefield, she looked like an undefeated goddess, poised and majestic.
"That's incredible!"
A wave of applause and cheers erupted from the audience.
The strength Nalan Yanran displayed left everyone stunned, some of them unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
Disciples of Yun Lan Sect whispered among themselves, marveling at Nalan Yanran's exceptional talent and strength.
"Did you see? Nalan Yanran has already broken through to Five-Star Dou Shi! Her progress is so fast!"
Someone exclaimed in astonishment, their eyes wide with shock.
"Exactly, the aura when she circulated her Dou Qi was simply extraordinary."
"At such a young age, with that level of power... Nalan Yanran's talent is almost on par with that of our Sect Master!"
The crowd exclaimed, their eyes filled with envy and admiration.
Standing on the ring, Nalan Yanran radiated confidence, her presence commanding and imposing.
(End of Chapter)