jdhmnovel Chapter 408 Lost
Chapter 408 Lost
Everyone was waiting to see what stage Ye Qing'an had reached in her cultivation of the Profound Spirit Technique. They all held their breath and watched intently as Ye Qing'an dodged. But just as the light sword was about to strike Ye Qing'an, she suddenly bent over and fell to the ground...
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She did manage to dodge the lightsaber because it was slashing horizontally.
Everyone couldn't help but scoff inwardly, "Is that all?"
With such limited skills, not even caring about their identity or appearance, they lie on the ground to avoid attacks, yet they still dare to challenge them?
And this is only the first move.
The lightsaber suddenly changed course and fell steadily down towards Ye Qing from above.
Ye Qing'an rolled on the ground, barely managing to dodge.
Ye Changye sneered, a hint of disdain creeping into his heart. His fingers flew across the keyboard, but although Ye Qing'an dodged somewhat awkwardly, she managed to escape danger each time...
Ye Changye pursed his lips, waved his long sleeves, and a cloud condensed in the air, from which countless water droplets fell.
But Ye Qing'an, who was just lying on the ground, suddenly disappeared...
Missing?
Ye Changye frowned slightly, his hands still not relaxing at all as he searched for Ye Qing'an, when he felt someone gently pat his shoulder. Ye Changye trembled, and the spell in his hands was suddenly interrupted.
Ye Changye turned around and saw Ye Qing'an's smiling face: "Fourth Uncle, were you looking for me?"
Next, Ye Qing'an acted like a mouse teasing a cat, unexpectedly appearing around Ye Changye on the front, back, left, and right sides each time, interrupting his spells.
Later on, Ye Changye seemed to have developed a psychological trauma. Whenever he heard Ye Qing'an's "Fourth Uncle," he couldn't help but turn around.
After interrupting his spells several times, Ye Qing'an finally laughed: "Fourth Uncle, that's ten moves."
Ye Changye's face turned extremely ugly.
Ye Changming and Ye Changchun, standing to the side, looked on with a hint of schadenfreude: "A mere trick to fool you? What use is your profound spiritual technique if it's so advanced?"
Ye Changchun couldn't wait any longer: "Let me handle this. I'll use magic to block out the sound. I refuse to believe she can interfere with me!"
Ye Changye pursed his lips, intending to remind Ye Changchun that Ye Qing'an was not simple.
Her evasion just now seemed haphazard, but he truly understood in the midst of it all that he hadn't seen how Ye Qing'an disappeared or reappeared at all.
Logically speaking, if Ye Qing'an's spiritual arts were not strong, he should have been able to sense her changes in form.
Especially later, he felt that he had done his best, but he still couldn't feel anything.
But after hearing Ye Changchun say that, he suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.
Ye Qing'an smiled and said, "Alright, then it'll be Seventh Uncle. Seventh Uncle, be careful! You can ignore me, but you can't hide your eyes from seeing, right? I'll suddenly stick my head in front of you and give you a fright..."
Ye Changye frowned and sneered, "Heh, then I'll make sure you can't get inside me at all."
As Ye Changye spoke, he began to make his move.
Although his spiritual power is not high, he is not a common sorcerer of the three elements of water, fire, and ice, but a sorcerer of the wood element.
Ye Changye flicked his fingers, and suddenly many spikes appeared on the ground.
Ye Qing'an's entire body suddenly levitated, but she responded without hesitation.
She had just examined Ye Changye carefully and concluded that his cultivation level was only that of a spiritual cultivator.
She could pretend to be a spiritual practitioner, yet deal with Ye Changye effortlessly.
As soon as Ye Qing'an raised his hand, all the spikes under his feet froze into ice, and a thick layer of ice formed on the ground.
Ye Changye began to summon the wooden sword, but an ice wall suddenly appeared in front of Ye Qing'an. The wooden sword was embedded in the ice wall and could not go any further.
Ye Qing'an chuckled and began to interfere: "It is said that water overcomes fire, and fire overcomes ice, but I think that ice can also overcome wood. Seventh Uncle, you see, you are a wood-type Xuan cultivator, and I am an ice-type, so wood will have a hard time piercing ice."
Ye Changye's expression turned somewhat ugly. What Bingkemu? He had never heard of it before. Nonsense, utter rubbish!
As if to prove Ye Qing'an's words, Ye Qing'an directly cast thick ice walls around them. Ye Changye racked his brains but could not get in even a little bit and had to return empty-handed.
Ye Qing'an chuckled lightly: "It's alright if Seventh Uncle loses, after all, their attributes are mutually exclusive."
As Ye Qing'an spoke, she tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Speaking of which, this is indeed an excellent idea. I'll build a thick ice wall around myself later, and maybe I'll be able to beat Uncle Three? What do you say, Uncle Three?"
Ye Changming narrowed his eyes, but gave a light snort: "If you have such ideas, then you are probably mistaken. After all, I am not the same as them. I am exactly the nemesis of you in the mutual generation and restraint you mentioned earlier."
"Ah..." Ye Qing'an was stunned for a moment, seemingly surprised: "Third Uncle is a fire elementalist?"
"This is somewhat unexpected. I thought my third uncle was gentle and refined, and that he should be a water element, but I didn't expect him to be a fire element."
Ye Qing'an bit her lip: "Then I really should be more careful."
"However, Third Uncle, this is your final test. If you lose as well, then regardless of whether you approve or not, while Father is away and I am handling all matters of the Ye family in his stead, I hope you uncles can be understanding. Otherwise..."
Ye Qing'an curled her lips: "Let alone the fact that Father is only missing now, even if something happened to Father and I was left to support this huge Ye family alone, I would definitely not show any mercy and would take charge of the household myself."
Upon hearing Ye Qing'an's words, all three of them turned cold: "Even if you had won, let alone not having won yet, it's a bit too early to say some things."
Ye Qing'an chuckled: "I know that my three uncles always keep their word..."
"Third Uncle, please."
As Ye Qing'an spoke, she glanced at the butler standing to the side.
In the first two rounds, in everyone's eyes, Ye Qing'an used tricks and schemes in the first round, and had already given his all in the second round.
This third game was indeed quite difficult...
Ye Qing'an did not intend to actually go head-to-head with Ye Changming in the third round.
She knew that no matter what, the housekeeper wouldn't let her lose, and neither would Ye Qinghao.
Sure enough, at the start of the third round, Ye Qing'an only pretended to be giving it her all. Whenever she encountered danger and was about to lose, a force would always appear to help her escape from Ye Changming's hands and safely pass through the third round.
"I'm sorry, my three uncles, I've lost."