It was no exaggeration to say Yang Zixuan's physical body was invincible among peers.
As the strongest among the young generation of Wudang in the Great Ming Dynasty, Zhuo Yihang's swordsmanship had reached a point where not even water could penetrate.
As his opponent, Yang Zixuan could still choose to be hit under such attacks. Any attack she didn't want to endure, she didn't get hit by at all.
With such reaction capabilities, even ordinary Xiantian Grandmasters wouldn't dare guarantee they could do better than Yang Zixuan.
When her thoughts reacted, her body's speed also had to keep up. Such physical quality was truly comprehensive.
After a back-and-forth for seven or eight minutes, Zhuo Yihang also discovered the problem: he simply couldn't inflict effective damage on Yang Zixuan.
"Clang~"
A clash of metal against metal. Zhuo Yihang's sword met Yang Zixuan's fist. He seized the opportunity to retreat three zhang, creating distance between himself and Yang Zixuan.
Seeing Yang Zixuan, who was unharmed and still wore an innocent expression, Zhuo Yihang's face turned grim.
"You are very strong. I'm going to get serious."
"Okay, Big Brother~"
Yang Zixuan's face, which already looked serious, also became solemn.
It seemed she was also going to get serious.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~"
Zhuo Yihang thrust his sword simultaneously towards Yang Zixuan's shoulders and abdomen.
Three extremely fast strikes, as if they were all launched at once.
"Floating Clouds Three Swords"
An advanced sword technique from Wudang, capable of allowing a first-rate master to briefly challenge a Xiantian Grandmaster.
"Crack~ Crack~ Crack~"
As Yang Zixuan retreated three steps, she also shifted her position three times, barely dodging these three strikes.
Simultaneously, three bluestone floor tiles were crushed.
"Hiyah~"
At the last moment, Yang Zixuan could only dive to the right and then roll forward on the ground.
Only then did she narrowly evade that sword strike.
A bit of dust smudged her pretty little face, making her look quite dishevelled.
"Hmph~"
Dodging the sword with two rolls, Yang Zixuan surged forward more than three zhang and evaded Zhuo Yihang's subsequent slashes.
Only then did she turn back to face Zhuo Yihang again.
"Big Brother, I'm going to get serious too."
Looking at the astonished Zhuo Yihang, Yang Zixuan said with a serious expression, then used her "Phantom Movement Technique," her body seeming to split into two as she rushed towards Zhuo Yihang.
"Bang~ Bang~ Bang~"
Three consecutive thuds of flesh meeting flesh. The two figures separated upon contact.
Yang Zixuan's serious little face broke into a smile, while Zhuo Yihang leaned on his sword planted on the ground, his left hand reaching for his abdomen.
When he brought his left hand away, there was bright red blood staining his fair, slender hand.
Zhuo Yihang looked at the little loli in front of him with disbelief.
"Your speed is also this fast."
"Heehee~ Imperial Grandpa said speed is my advantage."
Yang Zixuan smiled mischievously, a hint of triumph from a successful prank on her serious little face.
"You~ I concede."
Seeing Yang Zixuan licking her lips, her eyes gleaming with eagerness, Zhuo Yihang chose to concede.
He didn't want to fight to the death, nor was he sure if he could defeat Yang Zixuan, so he simply surrendered.
This was also a common occurrence in the Five Directions Prodigy Competition.
"Heehee~ Thank you, Big Brother."
Yang Zixuan happily thanked Zhuo Yihang.
This Big Brother wasn't handsome, and was even a little ugly, so Yang Zixuan gave him a little bit of good treatment.
Yang Hong smiled and nodded from the spectator stands. The little girl had hidden her strength and then exploded, thus achieving victory.
Of course, it also had to do with Zhuo Yihang's arrogance in not going all out from the start.
Yang Hong could see that Zhuo Yihang's strength was slightly greater than Chu Yushu, who was at the peak of first-rate.
This was because Zhuo Yihang's strength was more balanced, while Chu Yushu was only fast, with weaker offense and defense.
Yang Zixuan, with weaker internal energy cultivation but higher physical strength and a more balanced build, had defeated Zhuo Yihang precisely because she had no shortcomings.
However, Yang Zixuan would likely only reach the top 6.
Her next opponent was Li Lizhi of the Great Tang, who was only 18 years old and rumored to be a Xiantian Grandmaster, but in reality, was above the Grandmaster realm.
Two days later, the two young girls met on the stage.
One was endearingly cute, the other gentle and demure, possessing a certain quiet beauty.
Li Lizhi's eyes held a hint of slyness as she looked at the charming Yang Zixuan and suddenly said something shocking.
"Little girl, call me sister-in-law."
"Huh~ Which Imperial Brother's Imperial Consort are you? I don't know you?"
Yang Zixuan tilted her head and examined Li Lizhi for a moment before asking curiously.
"I am the primary consort of your Sixth Imperial Brother, Yang Hong. Your actual sister-in-law. Hurry up and call me sister-in-law."
Li Lizhi's lips curved into a beautiful arc as she continued.
"Imperial Brother! You are Imperial Brother's primary consort?
Hmph~ You're lying. Imperial Brother's primary consort is Song Yuzhi. You're Li Lizhi. You're lying."
Yang Zixuan cared most about Yang Hong. Hearing Li Lizhi joke about Yang Hong, she immediately became angry.
She clenched her little fists, unleashed her Phantom Movement Technique, and charged forward. She wanted to teach this big liar a lesson.
"Hmm~ Song Yuzhi?"
Li Lizhi easily dodged Yang Zixuan's attacks and still had the capacity to speak.
"Little girl, your Imperial Brother is confined to the Cold Palace. Even if he wanted to marry Song Yuzhi, your father wouldn't agree."
"Little girl, tell me, what is your Imperial Brother doing now? Has he learned the Guqin?"
"Little girl..."
Li Lizhi seemed very interested in Yang Hong, constantly asking Yang Zixuan questions about him.
This made the spectators feel as if an adult was playing with a child.
Many people burst into laughter.
Yang Hong glanced at Old Wang beside him, wanting an explanation.
"That is the Sixth Princess of the Great Tang. She was once betrothed to the Sixth Prince of the Great Sui, but five years ago, the current Emperor dissolved the engagement with Li Shimin of the Great Tang."
"Mm~ I understand."
Yang Hong nodded calmly, as if the dissolved engagement didn't affect him.
After he transmigrated, he remembered this engagement. The previous occupant of this body even harbored a delusional thought of using this engagement to seek help from the Great Tang to leave the Cold Palace.
As a transmigrator, Yang Hong had no such grand illusions. It was good that the engagement was dissolved.
Without a powerful, heaven-defying Great Tang princess, he could marry more wives.
Yang Hong had just unleashed his senses and confirmed that
this 18-year-old girl's strength had already reached above the Grandmaster realm.
Although Li Lizhi was still using internal energy, it was internal energy with the characteristics of true qi.
As someone with intermediate breathing techniques and extremely pure true qi, Yang Hong could not be mistaken.
On the stage, the internal energy fluctuations emanating from Li Lizhi were consistently at the peak of first-rate, but her movements had a certain grandmasterly bearing.
The martial arts she used were all intermediate-level techniques, but the transitions between moves were smooth and fluid, something a Xiantian Grandmaster could not achieve.
Therefore~
"I don't want to fight anymore~ I concede!"
After six minutes of determined attacks, failing to even touch Li Lizhi's hem, Yang Zixuan retreated a few steps, creating distance,
and immediately conceded.
She disliked this beautiful big sister even more.
It was like being toyed with like a monkey!
"Aiya~ Little sister, why did you concede so quickly? If you want to concede, you can, but tell me about Yang Hong."
Li Lizhi was charmed by Yang Zixuan's pouting and angry, adorable expression, and continued to tease her.
"Hmph~"
Yang Zixuan refused to answer. She flicked her cute ponytail and trotted off the stage.
She didn't want to talk to this annoying person.