The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Her cold gaze was like a blade as it shot towards the guy. He was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a white robe with silver-gray armor faintly visible inside. He carried a heavy sword on his back and stood with his arms crossed, staring at Beiting Huang with a mocking gaze.

“Who are you calling a bastard?” Beiting Huang took a step forward, and a powerful aura pushed in that direction. Caught off guard, the young man was pushed back by the wave-like aura, and his companions were thrown out.

“F*ck, you’re awesome!” The young man who fell to the ground praised sincerely.

“You’re scolding…”

Before he could finish speaking, a powerful pressure pressed down on everyone. His heart skipped a beat. The young man turned around and saw that the academy’s instructor was floating in the air. He gestured towards them. “Quiet. Now, on behalf of the academy, I will announce the things to take note of during this years freshmen training!’

Beiting Huang and the young man looked away from each other. Beiting Huang lowered her hand and held Mu Qingling’s hand, who had been following her. She instructed in a low voice, “Pay attention and follow meo This time, I’ll help you detoxify the poison in your body.”

“Yes, Little Ninth. I came early just now and heard from others that this guy is the youngest son of the Myriad Wind Sect’s Sect Master. His name is Wan

Dekuai…

“Pfft!”

In the silent crowd, Beiting Huang suddenly burst out laughing. Even the mentor above her, who was nagging about the things to take note of for this training, was interrupted. He looked at Beiting Huang sternly and asked, “Your Excellency Beiting Huang, is what I said that funny?

This mentor was a nine-sword Star Spirit Master in his sixties. To be able to

reach this level, he could be said to be extremely talented. His shrewd eyes carefully sized up Beiting Huang’s clothes, and he couldn’t help but be shocked. This, this, wasn’t this spider lily… Only direct descendants of Yan City were qualified to wear it!

Why was Ninth Young Master’s identity so complicated?

Oh no, was this what happened when extreme joy turned to sorrow? Beiting Huang couldn’t help but be stunned when she was called out by this mentor in public. Although she had always been a public figure and lived under everyone’s attention, she had always played the role of a glorious war god. This was the first time she had been so embarrassed.

“No, no!” Beiting Huang pointed at Wan Dekuai, who had been scolding her earlier, almost without thinking. “I’m laughing at this guy’s name. Pfft… His father is really impressive. His name means ‘Finished Quickly’. How much hatred does he have for his mother?!”

As soon as Beiting Huang finished speaking, the square, which had gathered more than 20,000 people, burst into laughter. Even the mentor, who was unhappy that Beiting Huang had interrupted him, had a smile on his face. He barely held back his laughter and pretended to cough to hide his embarrassment.

“Beiting Huang, you bastard. Do you want to die?” Wan Dekuai couldn’t take it anymore. He jumped out and swung the heavy sword in his hand at Beiting Huang.

Behind Beiting Huang was Mu Qingling. There was no way she could dodge by herself and expose Mu Qingling to danger. She swung the flexible sword in her hand almost without hesitation. The flexible sword was like white jade as it rolled towards the heavy sword. The two sharp weapons collided heavily, producing a burst of sparks that blinded everyone..