Chapter 18: The Blue Sky Conference Concludes

Yang Qingyuan shook his fist and gave Yang Yitan, who had just been knocked off the stage by his punch, a faint smile.

Yang Yitan’s move was indeed formidable. He first used the Heavenly Eye to observe the opponent’s energy channels, then blocked them with his own magical power, restricting the flow and temporarily controlling the enemy’s movements.

If it had been anyone else—even Wang Quan Baye—this technique would have been quite troublesome for Yang Yitan.

But unfortunately for him, Yang Yitan was facing Yang Qingyuan.

Having cultivated the profound Ninth Mystery Technique, the magical energy flowing through Yang Qingyuan’s body surged like a raging sea. Under normal circumstances, unless there was a vast disparity in strength, it was almost impossible for any immobilization spell to sever Yang Qingyuan’s energy flow directly.

Don’t ask—our noble True Lord never falls prey to immobilization!

“Are you alright?” Yang Qingyuan asked.

“I’m fine,” Yang Yitan replied, slowly rising to his feet. Though his eyes still held some doubt, he showed no anger over his recent defeat.

“Thank you for the match,” Yang Qingyuan said, clasping his fists together, thinking that finally he could enjoy some peace for a while.

“Yang Qingyuan defeats Yang Yitan,” announced Yang Yifang from the sidelines, casting a meaningful glance at Yang Qingyuan.

It had been Yang Yifang’s idea to have Yang Yitan test Yang Qingyuan. This Blue Sky Gathering was supposed to be a great opportunity, especially with him watching nearby.

But strangely, even with Yang Yifang’s experience, he couldn’t discern any secret behind Yang Qingyuan’s abilities.

The “Thunder Summoning Technique” looked similar to Yang Yitan’s, both seemingly from the Wen family, yet the way Yang Qingyuan’s magical energy flowed was completely different.

Especially the way he broke Yang Yitan’s immobilization—it left even Yang Yifang puzzled as to how Yang Qingyuan had pulled it off.

Still, despite his growing doubts, Yang Yifang maintained a composed expression and continued announcing the next matches.

“The next match: Li Quzhuo versus Ji Wuji…”

As Li Quzhuo had mentioned earlier, apart from the first match between Yang Qingyuan and Yang Yitan, the rest were mostly children playing around.

After all, you can’t expect a bunch of eight-year-olds to fight to the death on stage.

Well, except for Dongfang Qinlan—the lively little firecracker.

Without waiting for an introduction, she immediately unleashed a pure flame that singed the hair and eyebrows off the opposing boy, causing him to cry right there on the stage.

As for Wang Quan Baye’s matches, they were simple affairs: draw the sword, sheath it, then step down.

The movements were swift and seamless, taking less than a minute each, earning approving nods from the elder families in attendance and sparking admiration in the eyes of the young girls below.

Yet the most surprising to Yang Qingyuan was the little girl Wang Quanzui.

In the comics, the description was simple: she was gifted, able to hypnotize at three and manipulate objects at six.

Yang Qingyuan had paid little mind to this before, but after witnessing Wang Quanzui effortlessly and silently hypnotize her opponent with a smile, he immediately revised his opinion.

To possess such powerful mental control at such a young age—once she matured, her abilities might rival even the Black Fox!

In the world of fox spirits, human innate mental power often surpasses that of demons.

As a human prodigy in this realm, Wang Quanzui, given time and survival, could become someone even the Black Fox Queen would fear.

In summary, although most of the matches at the Blue Sky Gathering were childish antics, Yang Qingyuan gained much.

In one afternoon, he witnessed dozens of secret techniques from the Dao Alliance families: the Ji family’s Divine Wings, the Deng family’s Petrification Art, the Zhang family’s Black Sword, and so forth.

These diverse and wondrous techniques greatly expanded Yang Qingyuan’s horizons.

Know thyself and know thy enemy; a hundred battles without peril. This truth never grows old.

Even in gaming, facing a boss, understanding its patterns is the ultimate path to victory. So, learning more never hurts.

When the matches concluded, under the stewardship of Steward Fei, the Blue Sky Gathering came to a successful close.

Unexpectedly, Wang Quan Baye approached Yang Qingyuan and extended a rare invitation to visit his residence, the Wang Quan Manor, whenever he had the time.

Yang Qingyuan gladly accepted.

But as everyone knew, “whenever” without a set time usually meant never going.

After parting with Wang Quan Baye, Yang Qingyuan returned to the Yang residence with the family’s group.

Along the way, he sensed Yang Yifang frequently gazing at him, lingering for long moments.

Oddly, even after arriving home, Yang Yifang made no move to approach or question him.

This puzzled Yang Qingyuan further.

Given the stir he caused at the Blue Sky Gathering, whether to commend or reprimand, Yang Yifang, as head of the Yang family, should have at least acknowledged him.

But his current indifferent stance left Yang Qingyuan wondering what was going on.

Sometimes, Yang Qingyuan caught the complicated look in Yang Yifang’s eyes, as if he were looking at a blood relative.

So, what was the connection between his unknown parents and this head of the Yang family?

A torrent of questions flooded Yang Qingyuan’s mind but he quickly suppressed them.

Like Wang Quan Baye and his companions’ search for truths beyond the circle, curiosity without sufficient strength only leads to harm.

After the Blue Sky Gathering, Yang Qingyuan’s life returned to its usual calm.

The good news was that since losing to him at the event, Yang Yitan hadn’t appeared before him for a while.

According to Yang Yan, the boy seemed deeply affected and had begun intense training at home.

With Yang Yitan keeping his distance, Yang Qingyuan enjoyed some peace.

The bad news was that just days after Yang Yitan’s absence, a new challenge appeared—Wang Quanzui.

And this mischievous little girl was far more troublesome than the always serious Yang Yitan.