Chapter 12 Three Moves
These years, I had my master, senior brother, and senior sister looking after me.
Lin Yuan'er had been spoiled rotten by Canglan Zhenren and the others.
Every heavenly treasure was fed to her.
Her cultivation could match mine.
But she didn't know—as she herself said—some things were just "external."
No matter how much you pile on, without hard work, it never truly becomes yours.
In three moves, she was defeated.
For old times' sake, I held back. I didn't even use my spiritual sword.
Yet Lin Yuan'er flushed red and refused to admit it.
"This was just luck."
"Since you brought a spirit beast, why not compete in beast taming too?"
I frowned.
"I don't have a spirit beast."
Lin Yuan'er pointed into the distance.
I followed her gaze and saw a flash of snow white.
The moment our eyes met, I realized the little fox had followed me here.
"He's not my spirit beast. He's my friend."
I said seriously.
Lin Yuan'er sneered.
"You're scared, aren't you?"
Before I could answer, the little fox darted to my side, stubborn.
"Mingxi is amazing! I'll fight for her!"
Lin Yuan'er immediately prepared to summon her beast.
I was afraid he'd get hurt, so I whispered.
"He's the young lord of the snow mountain fox clan. If you harm him, they'll come for revenge."
Lin Yuan'er's eyes lit up, as if she'd found perfect leverage.
"Isn't that even better?"
"I want to see—if their young lord gets hurt because of you, will they blame Wentian Sect or Heishui Sect?"
My heart sank.
In an instant, Lin Yuan'er set up her array.
A dragon roar shook the sky.
A white dragon appeared in mid-air, circled once, then dove straight down.
Even Canglan Zhenren paled.
That dragon was the sleeping flood dragon from the waters behind the spirit beast garden.
"Yuan'er, you're insane!"
Canglan Zhenren shouted.
"Who gave you permission to summon the flood dragon?"
Lin Yuan'er ignored him and commanded.
"Go! Kill them!"
The flood dragon descended.