Chapter 120 | Transmigrated as the Male Lead's Background Clan Sister

The scenery beneath her feet flashed by rapidly, and a day later, Ye Ling arrived at Yunshui City.

Yunshui City was originally just a small town within the borders of Yun'an Commandery. However, as the fame of Tianyuan Peak spread, it had continuously expanded over the years by taking advantage of its favorable location.

Now, it was the largest city in Yun'an Commandery, second only to the commandery capital itself.

The city walls were tall and thick, and the streets were filled with a constant stream of pedestrians and merchants. The auras of many Xiantian Realm martial artists were also mixed among the crowd.

During her journey, Ye Ling had encountered many martial artists flying through the air. Presumably, they were all rushing to witness the battle.

More people had come than Ye Ling had expected. Thus, she did not delay any further. With only six days left until the match, she needed to secure a good spot as soon as possible.

Before long, the majestic Tianyuan Peak appeared before her eyes.

The mountain was massive, its silhouette resembling a giant bird lurking among the mountains.

The peak looked as if it had been sliced flat by a sword, revealing a vast stone platform.

This stone platform was extremely spacious and was a renowned sacred ground for martial arts sparring in the Qingyun Kingdom.

Even though Ye Ling had arrived early, the front-row areas with the best views were already packed to capacity.

There weren't many good positions left. She had ultimately underestimated the allure of this duel.

“In my opinion, this duel will definitely be the highest-level battle of the past decade.”

The sounds of discussion drifted from the surroundings.

A person nearby asked curiously, “Why do you say that, Brother Lin?”

The martial artist who spoke first raised an eyebrow. “Simply because Fairy Bai Ling is participating in this battle.”

“Since she became famous, Fairy Bai Ling has been recognized as the number one beauty in the Qingyun Kingdom.”

“While her strength is great, the appeal brought by her appearance is even more staggering.”

“As long as she fights, martial artists of both genders will scramble to watch, let alone the fact that this is a top-tier duel between peak Xiantian Realm experts.”

“Furthermore, she hasn't fought publicly in a long time.”

Another person chimed in, “Look at this sea of people. Normally, for a common sparring session, it would be impossible for the inner circle seats to be filled this early.”

“Only Fairy Bai Ling possesses such influence.”

The martial artist who had asked the question nodded slowly, deeply convinced.

Standing in the crowd, Ye Ling couldn't help but feel a bit curious about Fairy Bai Ling's beauty.

Just as she was about to choose from the remaining spots, a faint Divine Sense landed on her.

Ye Ling looked toward the source and saw a group of about a dozen people sitting together in a prime viewing area at the very front.

In the center, a young woman was gazing at her from afar with her Divine Sense.

It was an old acquaintance—the Seventh Princess of the Qingyun Kingdom, Yang Qinyao.

After being noticed by Ye Ling, Yang Qinyao showed no sign of awkwardness and lightly waved her hand toward her.

The people around her were secretly surprised. The Seventh Princess was usually composed and rarely acted so casually.

Yang Qinyao did not explain. She was secretly delighted; she had finally waited for Ye Ling to arrive.

Back then, after the True Disciple Investiture Ceremony at the Qinglan Sword Sect, she had specifically gone to the small bamboo grove to make friends with Ye Ling, but she had been politely rejected.

However, she had never given up and had been secretly investigating Ye Ling's movements.

Learning that Ye Ling had left the sect for Heishui Commandery and then traveled all the way to Yun'an Commandery, she was certain that the girl would be drawn to this duel.

She had arrived early to secure this excellent spot, and after days of watching the passing martial artists, her wish had finally been fulfilled today.

She turned and instructed the people around her, “I have some private business to attend to. Keep an eye on our seats.”

The group nodded in unison to accept the command, and Yang Qinyao then flew through the air toward Ye Ling.

Seeing Yang Qinyao flying toward her, Ye Ling guessed the other party was looking for her for a reason, so she stood still and waited.

Yang Qinyao was eighteen years old, and her cultivation was already at the early-stage Xiantian Realm.

At such an age, such a cultivation level made her a genuine genius even among the four major sects.

However, most members of the royal family did not join sects, especially those with ambitions for the throne. Only those with no interest in power would enter a sect to cultivate.

Rumors had long been circulating that Yang Qinyao had been actively befriending geniuses from the four major sects in recent years.

Ye Ling thought to herself that the royal path to the throne was truly exhausting. She wondered how the princess planned to close the distance this time.

In an instant, Yang Qinyao landed in front of Ye Ling, wearing a bright, embroidered red robe with a smile on her face.

“Personal Disciple Ye, I didn't expect to meet you here again.”

Ye Ling nodded slightly. “I didn't expect to run into you here either, Seventh Princess.”

Yang Qinyao smiled. “Personal Disciple Ye, there's no need to be so distant. You can just call me Qinyao.”

Ye Ling did not change how she addressed her and asked directly, “Did you come to find me for a specific reason, Seventh Princess?”

Seeing that Ye Ling still maintained her boundaries, Yang Qinyao didn't mind. Compared to the direct rejection last time, their current interaction was already much closer.

She asked instead, “Personal Disciple Ye, were you also drawn here by the duel between Fairy Bai Ling and Xiao Jinheng?”

Ye Ling nodded. “I was traveling through Yun'an Commandery and heard of this grand event, so I came specifically to watch.”

Yang Qinyao laughed. “Then you've arrived a bit late. All the good spots are taken.”

“However, I arrived early and secured an excellent seat. If you don't mind, why don't you watch the duel with me?”

Ye Ling pondered for a moment. During the time she had stood waiting, the last few decent spots had been snatched up by martial artists arriving one after another.

What remained were only mediocre positions in the middle and back with average views.

She did not refuse and nodded slowly in agreement.

Yang Qinyao's eyes brightened instantly, and she was overjoyed.

“Personal Disciple Ye, follow me.” She turned to lead the way, bringing Ye Ling toward the seating area.

Many martial artists watching from the side saw the Seventh Princess of the Qingyun Kingdom personally leading the way and inviting a young girl in green to the core viewing area, which immediately sparked a wave of whispered discussions.

Aside from the disciples of the Qinglan Sword Sect and their affiliated families, most cultivators from other sects and rogue cultivators did not recognize Ye Ling.

However, the fellow disciples who did recognize her bowed one after another. Yet, they remained tight-lipped when others questioned them.

Strict orders had long been issued within the sect to keep silent regarding matters concerning Personal Disciple Ye Ling.

Meanwhile, at the front-row seats of Tianyuan Peak.

After Yang Qinyao had left earlier, the group of geniuses left behind saw the Seventh Princess personally go to welcome a strange young girl, and a trace of displeasure surfaced on their faces.

They exchanged glances and began to use secret voice transmissions.

The leader was Yang Xingjing from the Burning Heaven Martial Academy. He was thirty years old, in the late-stage Xiantian Realm, and possessed extraordinary talent. He was a top-tier young genius just below the Five Geniuses of Qingyun.

He was also the first top-tier combatant Yang Qinyao had recruited. A flicker of annoyance passed through his eyes as he transmitted his voice lowly.

“Ever since we joined the Princess, we have traveled and served her everywhere.”

“Yet, we have never been welcomed or treated like that by the Princess. I wonder who that girl is?”

The several people beside him also chimed in. They were all geniuses from various backgrounds recruited by Yang Qinyao in recent years, with cultivations in the mid-stage Xiantian Realm.

After their discussion, they turned to a woman who had been silent the whole time.

“Senior Sister Fang, don't you have any thoughts on this?”

This woman was named Fang Huiyin, the Ninth True Disciple of the Third Sword Peak of the Qinglan Sword Sect.

At twenty-eight years old and in the late-stage Xiantian Realm, her combat strength was the highest among the group, and her words carried significant weight.