Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 116
Everyone was on tenterhooks.
Jun Wuhen flashed a blue light and coldly shouted, "Sneaking around like this, hiding your face, what kind of hero are you!"
A moment of silence fell over the air, and no more sounds came.
Suddenly, a clear, bell-like laugh rang out, "Hehe...we were never heroes! We're just ordinary women."
As soon as he finished speaking, eight stunningly beautiful women in red gracefully arrived, accompanied by the clear sound of bells ringing in the air.
Upon closer inspection, everyone noticed that all eight stunningly beautiful women wore a string of bells on their ankles. Looking further up, they saw that all eight women were dressed in red gauze robes and thin red gauze skirts, with a bewitching blood-red flower embroidered on the upper left side of their robes.
Everyone was startled again, and they more or less guessed the identities of the eight women.
The woman leading the group of eight smiled charmingly and gave Jun Wuhen a deep bow.
"Qin Gong Mei Li greets Your Majesty."
Upon learning that it was indeed the Qin Palace, the unsuspecting crowd gasped in shock. However, the elders of the prestigious sects remained calm, their expressions showing no sign of distress.
Jun Wuhen remained indifferent. He nodded and said, "The Martial Arts Tournament is a grand event for the martial arts world. Anyone from the martial arts world, whether from the righteous sects or the demonic sects, can participate. Moreover, a few months ago, I and the elders of various sects received a letter from Qin Palace seeking peace. I believe that Qin Palace's arrival this time is to demonstrate your determination to seek peace."
Mei Li chuckled. She turned around and clasped her hands in greeting to the various sects seated around her: "Qin Palace has now thoroughly reformed its ways. The Palace Master has specifically instructed that there should be no conflict with the righteous sects of the martial arts world. I hope that the leaders of each sect can change their previous views on Qin Palace during this martial arts conference."
At this moment, one of the crowd stood up and asked, "Why isn't the Palace Master of Qin Palace here? Does she look down on our martial arts tournament?"
Mei Li shook her head and smiled, "No! No! The Palace Master is ill and unable to attend. We hope the various sects will understand!"
Mei Li clasped her hands in a fist salute again, then turned around and clasped her hands in a fist salute to Jun Wuhen before finding a place to sit with the other seven women. Before leaving, Mei Li glanced at Qing Yun, whose eyes were filled with smiles, and her expression suddenly turned strange.
Jun Wuhen rose from his chair, surveyed the entire arena, and announced, "The Martial Arts Tournament officially begins!"
This martial arts tournament will proceed as before – a contest of martial arts! The winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated. This process will continue until the final winner is declared the champion of the tournament. The competition will last for one month.
As soon as Jun Wuhen finished speaking, a burly man holding a Star Chasing Hammer jumped onto the stage. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Jun Wuhen and then addressed the audience, saying, "Lin Kui, the eldest disciple of the Star Gate, awaits your guidance."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pale-faced scholar, holding a jade fan, gracefully descended.
He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I am Nangong Yulin of the Hua School."
The crowd below the stage all turned their attention to this first match. The pale-faced scholar waved his jade fan, sending a whirlwind of energy hurtling towards the burly man. The burly man, as if he had anticipated this, roared, "You little brat, watch how powerful your grandpa is!"
The burly man wielded a star-chasing hammer. Despite his broad shoulders and thick waist, his movements were as light as a swallow. He quickly dodged the whirlwind and immediately swung the hammer down hard at the pale-faced scholar!
The pale-faced scholar suddenly smiled, gave a disdainful sneer, and nimbly twirled his jade fan. Before the hammer fell, the strong wind from the jade fan blew down on the burly man's face.
At this critical moment, the pale-faced scholar pressed his advantage once again, using the ultimate move of the Huamen disciples—the Jade Fan Flying Wind!
The first battle will be won by Danghuamen!
The crowd below the stage burst into applause—what a spectacular scene! After the applause subsided, another round of competition began on stage. In the blink of an eye, the martial arts tournament had been going on for over half a month. Each competition brought joy to some and sorrow to others.
These chapters all describe the martial arts tournament, so they might be a bit dry.
o（∩_∩）o... Throw your tickets at me!
P.S., the next chapter will be updated on Saturday night.
Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Departed Palace, But a Good Marriage is Forged - Martial Arts Tournament 3
After more than half a month of competition, almost all the major sects have sent disciples to participate. Wu Si, the eldest disciple of Li Palace, is now far ahead of all the other sects in terms of martial arts skills, demonstrating Li Palace's unparalleled strength. However, Qin Palace has yet to send anyone to participate.
What exactly were they planning? Nobody knew.
Jun Wuhen and Qingyun repeated the same actions every day. Before they knew it, Qingyun began to find it boring.
For more than half a month, Qingyun's eyes were always smiling, and the smile in her eyes never stopped. But only Ziyi, who was standing next to Qingyun, could see the faint weariness in her eyes.
Seeing Qingyun stubbornly holding on, Ziyi felt a pang of sympathy. She poured a glass of iced tea and handed it to Qingyun, whispering, "Madam, have a glass of iced tea to cool down. The sun is high in the sky now; you mustn't suffer from heatstroke."
Qingyun smiled, took the iced tea, and took a sip. She immediately felt a cool sensation throughout her body, and her fatigue lessened. She glanced gratefully at Ziyi.
Jun Wuhen turned his head and looked at Qingyun tenderly, saying, "Yun'er, are you tired?"
Qingyun shook her head, "I'm not very tired."
"If Yun'er is tired, let's go back to the palace to rest!"
Qingyun nodded, took another sip of iced tea, and continued watching the game.
One competition after another, one wave of applause after another; even under the scorching sun, the square remained bustling with activity.
After an unknown amount of time, Qingyun felt a little dizzy. After finishing her tea, she leaned close to Wuhen's ear and whispered, "Wuhen, I'm a little tired. I want to go back to the palace to rest."
Wuhen nodded and instructed Ziyi and Xiaoqing, "Help Madam back to the palace to rest and take good care of her."
“Yes,” Ziyi and Xiaoqing replied.
So, Qingyun, Ziyi, and Xiaoqing quietly left the square. Everyone's attention was focused on the competition, and few noticed Qingyun's departure. However, Meili, sitting in a corner, did notice. She whispered a few words to the woman beside her, and then the woman also quietly left.
Imperial Palace.
"Madam, please lie down! You've had a hard time these past two weeks." After helping Qingyun lie down, Ziyi immediately picked up a palm-leaf fan and began to fan Qingyun.
Xiao Qing also picked up another palm-leaf fan and fanned Qing Yun in perfect unison.
"Madam, are you feeling any better?"