What Would You Do If An Ugly Woman Asked You To Dual Cultivate?-Chapter 47: Bald But Sexy Girl

Yang Hao stood before the grand registration hall, his gaze scanning the long line of participants waiting to take the entry test for the Unified City Competition. The atmosphere was tense, filled with both excitement and unease. Some hopefuls exchanged whispers, while others stood silently, eyes burning with determination.

The test was simple—two parts.

First, one had to punch the stone tablet. The higher the number displayed, the greater their raw power.

Second, the participant had to withstand a spiritual shock—a direct mental attack from the tablet to measure endurance and resilience.

Only those who passed both tests would qualify.

As Yang Hao moved forward, his attention was drawn to a particular figure standing ahead of him in the line.

She was impossible to ignore.

She stood out clearly in the crowd.

A bald woman, her skin covered in scars, wore a tight battle robe that fit closely to her body. The robe outlined her full shape, showing a large chest that pressed against the fabric. Her waist was narrow, widening into broad hips that moved slightly as she walked, and her backside was rounded and solid. Scars marked her body—uneven lines crossed her arms, and a prominent one ran from the top of her bare head down her forehead, cutting across her face to her cheek. The scar stopped just short of one of her pale blue eyes, which were striking and clear. She had no hair to frame her features, giving her a stark, unsoftened appearance.

Most cultivators, especially women, took pride in their appearances, but she seemed to have no interest in beauty or vanity. Instead, there was only determination, coldness, and raw killing intent.

Many people whispered about her.

"Who the hell is she?"

"Fuck if I know, but that body—shit, that robe's about to rip off those fat tits."

"Quiet, dumbass! You wanna die? Those eyes say she's slit throats and licked the blood off her fingers."

Yang Hao wasn't particularly interested in gossip, but he had to admit, the woman stood out.

Just then, she stepped up for the first test.

She raised her fist, and without any unnecessary movement, she punched the stone tablet.

BOOM!

The entire hall shook slightly as a number flared on the stone's surface—

899.

A murmur spread through the crowd.

"899?! That's the strength of a peak 8th Stage Mortal Elemental Realm cultivator!"

"No wonder she's so confident."

"She's already guaranteed a spot in the competition."

Yang Hao raised an eyebrow. 899 was impressive, though he wasn't sure how his own result would compare.

Next, she moved on to the spiritual shock test. The moment her palm touched the tablet, a powerful wave of energy erupted, attempting to invade her mind.

For a brief second, her body tensed—but then, in an instant, her aura flared.

Crack!

A visible layer of ice formed over the tablet. The spiritual pressure shattered against it, unable to penetrate her defenses.

She passed effortlessly.

The examiner nodded approvingly. "Qualified."

The scarred woman withdrew her hand, her expression unchanging. She didn't bask in the crowd's reaction nor care about their whispers. Instead, she walked away, as if none of this mattered.

Yang Hao found her demeanor interesting.

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Not only was she strong, but she also had an Ice Element. A rare element.

Now, it was Yang Hao's turn.

He walked up to the stone tablet and rolled his shoulders. Without hesitation, he drove his fist forward.

BOOM!

The impact sent a shockwave through the hall.

810.

He just step into 8th Stage, so it was normal.

Yang Hao stepped up for the second test.

Placing his palm on the stone, he immediately felt a spiritual force surging toward his mind, attempting to invade his consciousness.

The pressure was immense, like a roaring storm.

But Yang Hao simply smirked.

With a casual breath, he let his Fire Element ignite within him, burning away the invading force.

The resistance lasted only three seconds before the spiritual pressure collapsed.

The examiner stared. "...Qualified."

Yang Hao stepped back, unfazed.

By the time Yang Hao returned to the mansion, the sun was already beginning to set.

As he stepped inside, a rich aroma filled the air.

He paused.

The large dining table was filled with food—steamed buns, roasted meat, fragrant soups, fresh vegetables, and several delicacies he hadn't seen before.

At the center of it all was Jiang Chenxue, calmly setting down a final dish.

Beside her, a young maid hurried around, arranging bowls and chopsticks.

Jiang Chenxue glanced up, noticing Yang Hao at the entrance. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"You're just in time."

Yang Hao blinked. "What's all this?"

She gestured toward the feast. "You're entering the competition, right? Consider this a small celebration."

The maid nodded enthusiastically. "Lady Chenxue personally prepared some of these dishes herself!"

Yang Hao raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Chenxue. "You?"

She chuckled. "Surprised?"

"A little."

Jiang Chenxue smirked. "Well, don't just stand there. Sit down and eat."

Yang Hao grinned.

For the first time in a while, he truly felt at home.