Page 1162 of Heaven, Earth, Me

The judges looked at the nine mannequins wearing the tailor's clothes and couldn't help but nod in satisfaction. Each design was unique and gorgeous, with incredibly lifelike sewn details decorating the garments. The imagery imprinted on them ranged from beautiful flowers, dragons, and phoenixes to flowing patterns that combined colors in a pleasant dance for the eyes.

There were bold and fierce outfits, as well as neat and elegant ones — a wide array of clothes that one couldn't help but want to buy at first sight.

When it came to Evelyn's creation, many people exclaimed in praise at the imperial aura of cold nobility it emitted. The outfit was a gentle mix of blues and whites, with a cape that glittered as if it were sewn with sapphires into a marble-like surface. The dress was close-fitting at the top, accentuating the female curves, and flowed into a stunning skirt that seemed to leave behind glittering snowflakes with even the slightest movement. One could only imagine its beauty in the heat of battle.

As final touches, since the dress was strapless and sleeveless, Evelyn crafted two elbow-length gloves with a few accessories, along with a white shawl edged in blue. To complete the ensemble, there were two beautiful white cloth shoes that revealed the tops of the feet while fitting snugly.

The undergarments were crystalline yet soft-looking: a strapless bra and a pair of pure white pants with embroidery that made the upper part slightly see-through. Very sexy yet elegant undergarments.

Many Ice Cultivators in the spectator stands could hardly restrain themselves from leaping down and snatching it away. It was as if their dream outfit had materialized before their very eyes. Moreover, the profound aura that rippled in harmony with the world made it clear that its rank had reached Transcendence.

The judges evaluated the entries one by one, giving scores from 1 to 9. Each judge had only one plaque for each number, so they had to choose carefully which they believed to be the best and the worst.

When it was Evelyn's turn, the first judge smiled and explained the piece's abilities. "This dress, named [Ice Elegance Flowing Dress], has the ability to amplify the wearer's capacity to sense, manipulate, and use Water, Ice, and Moon energies by at least fivefold. It also possesses an additional ability called [Moon Ice Blizzard], which creates a powerful domain-like area where Water, Ice, and Moon attributes are enhanced. Its rank is Transcendence Rank Level 1, but it can be compared to a Level 2 outfit. All in all, a priceless treasure for any cultivator of the related elements."

The judge then raised the number 5 plaque, causing some to grumble in disagreement. Evelyn said nothing and nodded quietly. The next judge was more straightforward, giving a similar verbal evaluation and awarding a 7.

After him, a woman offered a harsh critique. "The methods are far from conventional — it seems as though she's been firing blindly into the air and hoping to hit a passing bird. This kind of high-risk, high-reward approach is not something I can endorse. For me, it's a 1."

Evelyn blinked a few times but merely smiled and cupped her fists. "Thank you for the evaluation, Senior. I will keep it in mind."

Feeling as though she had punched cotton, the judge wore an awkward expression for a moment before regaining her composure.

The other two judges gave Evelyn a 4 and a 3, seemingly influenced by the third judge's words. Due to them, her final score was just enough to place her sixth once again.

On the stands, Yasenia couldn't help but glare at the judge who was too harsh with her Dear. "Ignorant and close-minded. My dear always creates her clothes like this, and her success rate in making clothing is above 80 percent! What can an old woman who probably can't even reach a sixty percent success evaluate?" Glancing at Ancestor Long, she asked sternly. "What's that judge's name?"

Ancestor Long glanced at Yasenia and shook his head. "A competition is rarely just a skill showcase. The judges must remain impartial, but is that even possible? There will always be bias."

"Still, you can't deny that her attitude is suspicious. Moreover, with the Mo family and those two snakes of the Azure Sky Sect, Xia something, and... The iceberg, I wouldn't find it hard to imagine that some judges have been bribed."

The woman senior from the Long family glanced at Yasenia and asked, confused. "Aren't you giving yourself too much credit? Your conflict with those two can be considered quite light. Why would they go out of their way to bribe a judge just to put you down a few pegs? I think you are being overly paranoid."

Yasenia glanced at the woman and asked. "Senior Long Xue, have you ever been targeted by demons?"

"Hm..." The dragon woman frowned for a second and shook her head. "I have not. Regardless, my life has been far from a leisurely walk with pretty flowers at the side."

Yasenia smiled. "I never implied the opposite. Still, Demons are a bunch that have the rule of the strong as the center of everything but twisted to the extreme. In a Demon world, you can rob anything and anyone as long as you have enough strength to do so, and instead of being condemned by society, you will be praised and idolized."

Long Xue hummed, easily tying how Yasenia's transgression could be blown out of proportion if the other side wanted to regain their "honor."

The rule of the strong was everywhere due to how much personal strength influenced everything. In a world where a single person could erase millions with a single sword strike, morality, and law were difficult to apply. Regardless, if one ruled in such a manner and other people noticed, you would be labeled as an evil force. That was the main difference between a demon and a non-demon world. In one world, you were condemned for the atrocities you committed. In the other one, you were praised and idolized.

Kali muttered. "Oh? The people with a need for an outfit repair are arriving."

Everyone looked over, and Yasenia muttered. "I hope it is a woman that comes to Evelyn..."

Tatyana glanced at how the people were moving and chuckled. "You jinxed it."

Yasenia's lips twitched when she saw the tall and burly man in front of Evelyn. He was over two meters tall and had broad shoulders and a muscular build. The completely opposite of what Evelyn was usually accustomed to sewing. "... Sorry, Dear."

Evelyn looked up at the man who was twice her size and sighed in her mind. 'Well, luck is also part of a person's strength...'

The man looked down at the young woman and nodded with a stern expression. "Hello. I heard that you are the only mortal tailor in the competition. I've been reassured that you'll do a good job, so I won't be too wordy. These are the clothes I want you to repair."

Evelyn nodded seriously and looked toward the table. Then, a gorgeous and beautiful small pink dress appeared on the table. Evelyn blinked her eyes a few times and glanced at the man strangely. The man gently bonked Evelyn's head. "What are you thinking, little girl?"

Evelyn held her head with unshed tears in her eyes. 'So strong! He hit me gently, but he almost cracked my skull.'

The man paused and sighed. "Sorry for that. Your gaze annoyed me."

Evelyn shook her head and laughed. "Don't worry, just a bit of pain. Anyway, can you describe to me who these clothes belong to? What is their use? And well, all the details in general."

The man hummed and crossed his giant and muscular arms. "Does this have anything to do with you repairing them?"

Evelyn smiled and nodded. "Of course, mister. If I know what their purpose is and who they belong to, I can make some aesthetic choices and also use different materials to enhance certain qualities of the cloth." Evelyn's fingers slowly traced the pink dress, and she sighed in awe. "This piece is truly exceptional, so I don't want to make it go to waste because of my taking liberties. Please explain in detail so that I can do the best job possible."

The man hummed, his deep voice rumbling. After thinking, he finally nodded and explained. "This is my daughter's dress. She is young, and her cultivation realm is also low. However, this dress has a very gentle energy and can even be worn by mortals. The drawback of having that quality is that the material strengthens and weakens depending on who is wearing it. For example, if a mortal wears it and they are cut by a magic-ranked sword, the dress would probably not be able to protect neither the wearer or itself, ending with them both being bisected. On the contrary, as the wearers increase in strength, the sturdiness of the dress also upgrades."

"Ho~. That sounds quite powerful. What elements does your daughter use? What weapon? Also, is she closer to a cultivator who fights at the front or uses ranged attacks?"

The man proceeded to answer Evelyn's questions one after another, and eventually, Evelyn got everything she wanted. She smiled at the man and chuckled. "Your daughter sounds like a great child. I am sure that she will be delighted to have this dress repaired."

The man spoke calmly. "She is dead, so I doubt so." He looked skyward and sighed. "Still, I hope that her favorite dress can be fixed and buried with her... Perhaps she can carry it to her next life and happily remember about this useless father who was unable to protect her."

Evelyn paused and bowed down. "I am sorry for your loss." When she looked up again, her face was incredibly serious. "I swear that I'll fix this dress to the best of my abilities, regardless of the competition rules."

The man was slightly surprised and then smiled faintly. "There is no need to sacrifice anything. Fixing this dress should be a happy event. That silly girl would've been happy knowing your intentions, but she would probably say that you better take first place since you are fixing her dress."

Evelyn nodded and sat cross-legged, regulating her emotions. This time, she was not holding back a single bit of her strengths. When she opened her eyes, a calm but determined aura was surrounding her. Moreover, her intent burst out. "[Threader Intent Level 9]."

The pink dress floated in front of Evelyn, and she grabbed the needles. Once she did so, several threads of different pink hues floated around her, making her look majestic. Then, she meticulously started moving and fixing the dress. The work was meticulous and needed to harmonize with the way the original tailor merged the threads with heavenly energy.

The tall man glanced at Evelyn closely and couldn't help but smile faintly. He was glad that the tailor fixing his daughter's clothes was this girl. 'Princess, I hope you are happy. This girl who looks similar to you is quite talented and has decided to fix your clothes. Once I return home, I'll place it with you so that you are prettily dressed for the rest of eternity.'