This Female Celebrity Comes from the Cultivation World

Chapter 42

Song Jixing picked up a large scallion since there were no handy tools around. The other person picked up a table leg.

Song Jixing held the scallion and first demonstrated a sword technique. Although it was just an ordinary large scallion in her hand, the sword technique was refined after being hammered and tempered countless times.

Every move contained tremendous power. Unintentionally waving it, it seemed able to easily take a person's life.

After a fierce burst of swordplay, Song Jixing's supple limbs and the vigorous strength throughout her body were perfectly displayed. Even the scallion in her hand became unprecedentedly sharp.

Whether it was a scallion or not seemed unimportant now. What was important was that she held something in her hand, and that thing appeared quite powerful.

It made people believe that the thing in her hand could injure people and subdue thugs on the street.

So when Song Jixing put down the scallion, it took people a while to react.

After a moment of stunned silence, they burst into applause.

"Amazing!"

"Too amazing, it made my hair stand on end!"

Even Qiu Ye couldn't help praising, "You can really go straight into action movies for martial arts scenes, no need for stunt doubles or martial arts instructors!"

Everyone applauded and cheered Song Jixing's performance.

This also raised their expectations for Feng Juechen's performance.

Since Senior Sister had demonstrated swordplay, what would he demonstrate?

Feng Juechen thought for a while, then asked the show's staff, "If I damage this table leg later, do I need to compensate for it?"

The show's reply was very straightforward.

"No need. It was already broken anyway! No need to compensate! If you damage anything else next, we'll make you stay on the island to wash dishes to pay your debt."

Everyone burst out laughing.

Feng Juechen also adeptly twirled the table leg.

It was a leg about the length of an adult's arm. Feng Juechen tossed it back and forth between his left and right hands. The wooden stick drew beautiful arcs in the air, falling into Feng Juechen's left hand for a moment, then his right hand the next.

It went back and forth like this seven or eight times. Everyone started clapping.

"Wow, beautiful! Amazing!"

"Such powerful arms!"

Although it looked like juggling, it was still quite elegant.

One had to know, such a long table leg was very heavy. Being able to consistently toss it to the same high point was no easy feat. And that height was really high!

Just as everyone thought this was the highlight, Feng Juechen suddenly exerted more strength and threw the leg even higher!

The applause became sporadic.

With a bang, Feng Juechen raised his hand and split the table leg in two.

The praises that were still in their mouths, unuttered, turned into loud gasps and intakes of breath.

"Ah!"

"It's broken?"

Zhu Chongguang immediately stood up and walked to Feng Juechen's side to pick up the two broken halves of the wooden stick, examining it.

"It really broke!" Zhu Chongguang said, holding up the two sticks.

"Damn! That's possible too! I kept staring at you the whole time. It didn't look like you ever raised your head! Little Feng, you're really capable!" Hu Hui came over and patted Feng Juechen on the shoulder.

Compared to Song Jixing's fierce scallion dance, Feng Juechen's barehanded wood splitting seemed even more lethal. It won a chorus of screams from the crowd.

They had watched the table leg being brought over. It was very heavy!

Someone tried to piece the table legs back together, but failed after several attempts. Because the table was made of solid wood, it was really not light.

Relying solely on the cracked seam, they couldn't even fit the two broken legs back together.

For a time, everyone gathered together and launched an intense interrogation about the two's years of learning their skills and arts.

"Can you tell us what your martial sect is called? Are you still accepting disciples?"

"Nevermind about not accepting disciples! I can just go observe for a bit, one look will do!"

"Qingyun Sect, alright! I'll remember that! Can I go visit?"

"It's very remote, doesn't like outsiders coming huh. I can understand, sure!"

Song Xiang silently repeated the name Qingyun Sect, preparing to send people to investigate later. In his vast homeland with its long history, he wouldn't be surprised at all if some mystical minor sects were hidden away.

What Zhu Chongguang was interested in were the disciple admission requirements: "Do you look at someone's natural endowments? How do you think my endowments are? Although I'm a little older, I will work hard and endure hardship! I certainly won't fall short compared to others in that!"

Song Jixing politely smiled, "Our sect accepts disciples based on affinity! We won't randomly take just anyone! Older age isn't too big an issue, but my master has been busy with his own matters these past years and has no plans to take disciples."

She was nearly two hundred years old, her junior brother over a hundred years old. Added together, their age exceeded that of all the guests present. Naturally, they could not be dismissive about someone's older age.

There was no spiritual energy here, so cultivation was impossible anyway.

Zhu Chongguang nodded in understanding. As expected of great masters, they certainly could not cheapen their own reputation by accepting rotten timber that could not be propped up.

However...

Zhu Chongguang stared fixedly at Song Jixing, "Then can I be your disciple? I'm not picky! Just teaching me a move or two will suffice!"

Song Jixing: ??

"Consider me!"

"I want to learn too!"

Sang Xueqing stood to the side. Unlike usual, she did not crowd towards Song Jixing, seemingly pondering some issues.

This night was destined to be an unforgettable night!

-

Early next morning, the show was filming everyone's departure from the little island.

At this time, the director unveiled to everyone the grand prize for placing first on the show.

The right to name one of the surrounding islands! The show's staff then projected an image of this island's location for everyone - a small island about ten nautical miles away, shaped a little like a heart.

This prize was somewhat meaningful yet also a bit meaningless.

The island itself wasn't given away, just naming rights. And the naming, while seeming free, still had to be submitted to officials for approval. If weird names were given, they would be rejected by the review side for a redo.

Even with naming rights, it was still naming within defined limits.

Hearing the first place prize was this, everyone laughed and joined the show's staff in marveling over it.

They held no jealousy whatsoever towards the first place prize, instead sincerely congratulating Song Jixing.

Qiu Ye said, "This prize is so romantic! Just imagine that one day when you're my age, you bring your children and grandchildren here. Tell them this island's name was given by you, reminiscing about the past together. I think that would be really nice!"

Hearing Qiu Ye's words, Song Jixing recalled herself around fifty or sixty years ago.

Back then, she seemed fully confident, ceaselessly in seclusion to breakthrough to the next stage in her Great Perfection of Energy cultivation. The rare times she left seclusion were spent practicing her swordplay.

Children and grandchildren were not within the scope of her considerations.

"You see the island is heart-shaped. You could also name this island Marry Me. Then wouldn't many people propose on this island in the future?" Others chimed in with their own inspirations.