novelraw Chapter 116 : The Finals Begin
Chapter 116 : The Finals Begin
116: The Finals Begin
"Hah..." Yuyin, wearing a white shirt and a black skirt, came out of Chen Qian'ning's office after the body refinement session. Although she felt refreshed and that her body had improved significantly, she also marveled, "I didn't expect Senior Sister Lian to be so strong. I must go watch her matches. Even if I can't defeat her, I should still learn from her. Regardless of her willful personality, her strength is still worthy of my admiration."
Yuyin was exceptionally pragmatic in her cultivation. She wouldn't reject someone's strengths just because she had a conflict with them.
"However, although the local body refinement of the Imperial Daughter Body Refinement is effective, it's not simple to practice. In every sense of the word, all nine major parts of the body must be trained well. It needs to be done step by step, without rushing, and without being shy," Yuyin thought, looking down at herself.
Female cultivation was a very serious matter, a top priority related to a female cultivator's battlefield strength, survival ability, and combat endurance. It was by no means a frivolous affair. Admittedly, a woman's cultivation naturally involved some matters that were difficult to speak of, which was relatively private, a characteristic determined by the nature of female cultivation.
The nine major parts of the body for cultivation were: the chest, waist, hips, legs, arms, neck, back, and abdomen. To train all of them well was a long and arduous journey, and Yuyin was only just beginning.
But, these were only eight parts. It was said to be nine major parts, but the upper section of the Imperial Daughter Body Refinement manual only mentioned eight. Yuyin was also puzzled, not knowing where this mysterious ninth part was.
"Why not say it all at once? So strange." Yuyin shook her head, flicked her long hair, and left the Swordsman Hall.
Back in the dormitory, she saw Senior Sister Liu Xing was there, sitting on the chair by the lake-facing side of the bed. Little Yuan was also there, nervously pouring her tea.
"Senior Sister Liu Xing?"
"Yuyin, I've sent you the combat videos of Yuwen Wenhong. Your first battle of the weekend is against him. Teacher Chen wants you to study them carefully."
"Mm, okay." Yuyin took out her phone to receive them.
"That Senior Brother Yuwen is very serious in the department. He always gives off a cool and somewhat scary feeling. Just standing next to him makes people tremble," Little Yuan said, still a little scared.
"I'll be careful in dealing with him." Yuyin patted Little Yuan's shoulder. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
"No, he didn't." Little Yuan shook her head.
"I won't say more. You should prepare well for your battle." Liu Xing stood up.
"Are you not staying a bit longer, Senior Sister Liu Xing?" Yuyin asked.
"I also have to prepare for my battle against Jiang Da. This won't be an easy match. By the way, that Yuwen Wenhong has a younger male cousin. You might know him. His name is Yuwen Wenzhi."
"Oh..."
Yuyin watched Senior Sister Liu Xing's back, clad in gray slim-fit trousers, as she left their dorm room.
"Yuwen Wenzhi?" Yuyin still remembered this person.
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On the first weekend of May, the Lingdu Source Martial Academy's annual Source Martial Competition Finals opened at the Main Martial Arts Dojo on the south side of campus, which was open to the public.
This was a large martial arts dojo that could seat several thousand people. On this day, not only people from within the academy were present, but also various dignitaries from Lingdu Beach, many students from sister academies, and even regular ticket-holding spectators who met certain criteria. The entire Main Martial Arts Dojo was packed to capacity.
Dean Tong personally presided over the opening ceremony. However, because the competition had always been open to the public, he couldn't say too much. But his words, with their heavy yet spirited and firm expression, conveyed a signal to the outside world: confidence!
Confidence in the new genius talents of the Lingdu Source Martial Academy, confidence in the current situation, and a desire to reassure all sectors of society!
After a relatively brief opening ceremony, the finals officially began.
This time, the host and chief referee for the competition was Jiang Xue.
Her image was naturally good, and since no students from the Medic Department had entered the finals, it was fair.
Jiang Xue wore a pearl-colored silk embroidered cheongsam with the charm of the Jiangnan water towns, her graceful demeanor showcasing the dual qualities of strength and beauty of the female teachers of the academy.
"Thank you to all our guests and spectators. Next, the 2019 Lingdu Source Martial Academy Finals, featuring the younger generation of our academy and representing one of the highest levels of the youth of our Great East Hua, will now officially begin."
"The first match will be between the Swordsman Department's first-year student, Xia Yuyin, and the Daoist Arts Department's third-year student, Yuwen Wenhong."
As soon as Jiang Xue said this, a gasp went through the surrounding stands.
"A first-year?"
"Is there some mistake? A first-year made it to the Top 8 of the finals? Who is this Xia Yuyin? The name sounds like a girl's."
The audience members murmured among themselves. Who could have imagined that a first-year student could reach the finals? This had never happened in the academy's history.
"Dad... Xia Yuyin, that name sounds familiar," said a high school sophomore who was watching the match with his parents.
"Isn't that the top scorer of last year's college entrance exam?" an audience member said.
"Last year's national top scorer for the Source Martial College Entrance Exam, now a first-year in the finals? This Xia Yuyin is truly incredible."
"I wonder what she looks like? They never released her photo last year."
"Well, the top scorer of the college entrance exam is probably not that good-looking, right?" a trendy-looking artsy youth said, shrugging.
"That's right. A talented girl, you know how it is, heh," another youth wearing sunglasses said.
Immediately following, amidst a wave of male clamor and female screams, a girl in flowing white clothes appeared.
"Who... who is that?"
Many of the outside male and female students who had never seen her before stared with wide eyes.
"Could that be..."
"A fairy maiden?" The artsy youth's eyes glazed over. Around the fairy who had just appeared so gracefully and serenely, lines of spontaneously inspired poetry seemed to float in his gaze.
"She is... Xia Yuyin," a student spectator from the academy said quietly.
"What!?" The few artsy youths were in disbelief.
At this moment, Yuyin, with her waterfall-like black long hair and a pure, beautiful long white dress, looked as if she were draped in stars and fallen snow. One side of the dress was slit from the waist down. As she walked, her straight, jade-like long legs were occasionally half-revealed, then hidden again within the snowy dress, showcasing that although this young woman was far from the mortal world, she had not lost her romantic and youthful charm.
Yuyin's attire, like that of a descending goddess, caused a sensation, drawing continuous screams.
"Ding, from the audience's astonishment and admiration. Gained 72 Soul Charm Points!"
To gain so many Soul Charm Points just from her attire, appearance, and the impression left by past deeds was an unexpected gain for Yuyin.
She wore this fairy-like white dress to give herself a testament, a motto. She, Xia Yuyin, would rely on her own strength to step onto this great world of cultivation, to keep herself pure and proud, aloof and untamed.
She was not an appendage of some invincible genius,
and certainly not the delicate wife of some fierce demon!
She was Xia Yuyin, herself.
Coming with such a state of mind, how could Yuyin possibly dress deliberately differently to appear aloof and please the audience?
Among the audience today were many powerful individuals. The total fluctuation of their heart and soul was stronger. What they were moved by was precisely her unyielding heroism, her pride that coveted no power or influence.