Chapter Twenty-Four is too weak.
Chapter Twenty-Four: Too Weak. In this prosperous martial arts world, in a bustling city, at the fine Laiyun Inn, a veiled beauty, seemingly an immortal, sat gracefully by the window, elegantly sipping tea from her jade-like hands. Occasionally, she would squint her captivating phoenix eyes. Beside her lay a rare white tiger, its eyes closed in blissful contentment as the veiled woman stroked it, looking utterly at ease.
Across from the woman sat an exceptionally handsome man in white, leisurely serving tea to the veiled woman who resembled an ethereal being, his face radiant with happiness. Perhaps even Bing Haiyixuan himself was unaware of the sheer bliss he felt. No one wanted to disrupt this beautiful scene, yet there were those who, oblivious to its beauty, dared to intervene.
With a 'clang,' a sword was slammed down in front of Wan'er. A cold glint flashed in Wan'er's captivating phoenix eyes as she didn't even glance at the sword's owner, continuing to lazily sip her fragrant tea. The woman in pink, seeing this woman's rudeness, flashed anger in her eyes. She gave Wan'er a disdainful look before turning to Bing Haiyixuan. "Young master," she said, "may my name be Wu Xiangxiang, and may I sit with you?" Her attempt to flirt was blatantly obvious, and instantly countless eyes turned to Bing Haiyixuan—jealous, envious, incredulous, disdainful, and a variety of other expressions. If looks could kill, Bing Haiyixuan would have died countless times over.
Binghai Yixuan gracefully picked up the teapot on the table, poured tea for Wan'er, and softly asked, "How is it?" Wan'er glanced at the tea in her cup, and sighed after a long while. Binghai Yixuan smiled faintly, "Although it's not as good as the tea at home, it's best to make do these days." Wan'er looked at Binghai Yixuan and smiled faintly in tacit agreement.
Standing to the side, Wu Xiangxiang was furious, her eyes filled with jealousy and resentment as she glared at Wan'er. Then, she looked arrogantly at Bing Haiyixuan and asked, "Do you know who my father is?"
Upon hearing this, Wan'er's lips curled into a mocking smile beneath her veil. "Oh? Who is it?" Everyone stared at Wan'er as if she were an idiot.
"Son, everyone says her name is Wu Xiangxiang, so who else could her father be?" Then, Wan'er's cold, emotionless voice rang out again, "Just an ant, not worth mentioning." Everyone around gasped. Arrogant, such an arrogant tone. She actually called the martial arts alliance leader an ant.
Wu Xiangxiang trembled with anger. "My father is the current leader of the martial arts world." Wan'er smiled faintly. "He won't be for long." Wu Xiangxiang picked up her sword, drew it, and thrust it straight at Wan'er.
Wan'er calmly and leisurely took a sip of her tea, then with a sudden burst of strength, she used her jade-like hand to deflect Wu Xiangxiang's sword with a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
Binghai Yixuan stared coldly at Wu Xiangxiang, his slender fingers clenching tightly. His heart had just clenched; this woman was too hateful. Then, Wan'er gracefully stood up and walked out, and Binghai Yixuan followed suit, not even glancing at Wu Xiangxiang. Ziyi was already waiting outside the door.
Wan'er stopped at the door and coldly said, "Too weak." She then left, leaving everyone petrified. Wu Xiangxiang glared resentfully at the direction Wan'er had gone.
Xiang trembled slightly, her face deathly pale. This woman had dared to humiliate her so blatantly; she would surely take her life at tomorrow's martial arts tournament.
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Cherish the Time You Have Left
Chapter Twenty-Five: Cherish the Remaining Time. It's another eventful day. People come and go on the street, and if you observe closely, you'll find that half of them have martial arts skills. These people all share one goal: the martial arts tournament.
"Everything is ready." A voice as beautiful as heavenly music rang out from inside the luxurious carriage. It was none other than Wan'er. The woman in purple respectfully replied, "Yes." The woman who had removed her veil was so beautiful and dreamlike. At this moment, her alluring cherry lips curved slightly, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.
The luxurious carriage moved slowly until it stopped far in front of a wealthy manor. At this time, the manor gate was surrounded by people, each holding a red invitation card. Each time someone approached the gate, the guards outside would check their card and announce their identity.
Wan'er and her entourage disembarked from the carriage, along with Xiao Xue. Wan'er coldly watched from afar, saying, "You all take Yinsha and Sutingge to the martial arts tournament. The real show is about to begin." The woman in purple slightly bowed, her eyes flashing with a belligerent light. "Yes."
Binghai Yixuan's eyes flashed with affection as he said, "Be careful." Wan'er smiled and looked at Binghai Yixuan, "Brother's eyes tell me that you've fallen in love with me."
After saying this, Wan'er covered her mouth and chuckled, then turned around and disappeared with Xiaoxue in the blink of an eye.
Bing Haiyixuan froze, the smile on his handsome face stiffening. Yes, he had fallen in love with her, the one he had been running away from, falling in love with his own sister. Such love was not to be tolerated by the world, but thinking of this, Bing Haiyixuan smiled faintly and turned to walk towards the manor. But being able to stay by her side was also a source of happiness.
Not far from the mountain villa, on a towering tree branch, stood a dreamlike figure, dressed in pure white, her long black hair loosely tied back with a ribbon, a veil concealing her stunningly beautiful face, revealing only her captivating phoenix eyes. She resembled a fairy descended to earth for a stroll.
Beside her, on another branch, stood a rare white tiger. Wan'er looked at Xiaoxue with doting affection and said, "It seems I really underestimated our divine beast, Xiaoxue." Xiaoxue proudly raised its little head, making Wan'er giggle. Then, looking towards the manor, the martial arts tournament had begun. Wan'er's cherry lips curved into a smile beneath her veil, her phoenix eyes fixed on the stage. "Wu Yan, Alliance Leader Wu? Cherish the rest of your time."
(Dear readers, this chapter is a bit short. I'll update two chapters tomorrow. Please recommend and add it to your favorites. If there's anything I can improve, please point it out. Thank you.)
Chapter Twenty-Six: The Supreme Treasure
Chapter Twenty-Six: The Supreme Treasure
A grand martial arts tournament is being held in a luxurious manor, with all the martial arts masters gathered, all for one purpose: the position of martial arts alliance leader and that supreme treasure. Of course, a conspiracy is about to unfold.
"Gentlemen, welcome to the annual martial arts gathering. I'm sure all of you heroes know that I am getting old and it is time to find a successor for the leader of the martial arts alliance. Of course, I have recently acquired a treasure, which is truly a peerless treasure."
In the center of the vast manor stood a magnificent martial arts arena. On the arena, a seemingly upright man was speaking eloquently. No one could have imagined the malice hidden behind his righteous face. This man was none other than Wu Yan, the leader of the martial arts alliance.
Wu Yan glanced around, a cunning glint in his eyes, and then said, "Bring the treasure up." Everyone's eyes were fixed on the arena with curiosity, afraid of missing out.
Two men dressed as servants carried a large, square box covered with a red cloth onto the arena. The box was clearly very heavy, and the two servants looked strained. They placed the large red box in the center of the arena.
Wu Yan surveyed his surroundings, pleased with everyone's expressions. He smiled arrogantly, walked to the box, and lifted the red cloth, revealing an iron cage. Inside, a person was bound, his body covered in dried blood, revealing a pale, fair chest. His androgynous face was strikingly handsome, and even more astonishing was the fact that one of his eyes was purple and the other green.
The crowd below erupted in cheers, all determined to win. Wu Yan smiled, reached out and pinched the man's chin, saying, "Whoever obtains the Alliance Leader's title will obtain this treasure." The man's eyes were filled with anger, but even more so with despair and helplessness towards the world.
Seeing this from a tree in the distance, Wan'er's captivating phoenix eyes widened, and her soft little hands clenched into a fist, calling him a beast.
The crowd below the stage looked at him with a variety of expressions: some lewd, some sympathetic, some determined, and many more. To the man, it all seemed utterly mocking.
At this moment, the people below the stage were like sitting on pins and needles, all hoping for one person. Binghai Yixuan's heart was soaring, hoping that Wan'er would appear.
In the shadows, a bewitching figure gazed around with alluring eyes, only to withdraw in disappointment each time. Yet, a single, casual glance sent shivers down his spine, filling him with overwhelming excitement. Bing Haiyixuan—he was alive.
Meanwhile, on the other side, an ordinary-looking man whispered something in the ear of a cold-looking man before retreating behind him. Disappointment flashed in the cold-looking man's phoenix-shaped eyes. Had I guessed wrong?
(Ah, everyone, here's the first update from Xiaobing. Hehe, that's all.)
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Will You Come With Me?
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Would You Be Willing to Come With Me? On the arena, Wu Yan smiled sinisterly. "What a pity, what a pity, the leader of the martial arts alliance still belongs to me, Wu Yan." The crowd below was puzzled. One fearless individual stood up leisurely, then slumped back down, exclaiming in shock, "What happened?" Everyone who saw this was horrified and collapsed. Some even began using their internal energy to avoid the poison, but to no avail, only vomiting blood.
Upon seeing this, Wu Yan laughed loudly, "Don't waste your energy. Today's martial arts tournament is just a pretext. I, Wu Yan, will not give up such a good position." The crowd below the stage immediately became angry and said, "Wu Yan, as the leader of the alliance, how can you do such a despicable thing? Aren't you afraid of retribution?" Someone else shouted, "What goes around comes around. You will definitely go to hell after you die."
There were also those who didn't care, such as Zi Yi and Bing Hai Yi Xuan. They knew that Wan'er would appear to save them, so they were at ease.
Wu Yan sneered, "Yes, what goes around comes around, but what can Heaven do to me?"
"He can't do anything to you right now, because he's waiting for me to do something to you." A voice as cold as a demon rang out, sending chills down everyone's spines. Zi Yi and Bing Haiyi remained calm, but they were relieved.
Meanwhile, the alluring figure lurking in the shadows, Zi Ye Yu Xun, showed excitement on his face, his seductive eyes filled with deep longing. He couldn't wait to see the beauty he had been yearning for day and night.
On the other side, a glint of focus flashed in the cold, handsome man's phoenix eyes, and his icy lips curved slightly upward, making him incredibly alluring. This man was Nan Sanglin.
A murderous glint flashed in Wu Yan's eyes on the stage. "Who? Playing tricks?" Wu Yan's words were met with a silvery laugh, followed by a burst of light. Several handsome men walked out of the air. The man in black at the front carried a tray with a fine, transparent jade pot and a transparent jade cup. The water in the cup was so clear that one could see the depth of the water. It was steaming and smelled delicious.
Several men stepped aside and bowed politely, saying, "Welcome, Master." A rare white tiger appeared in the air, its fur snow-white and its eyes sapphire blue. It was walking arrogantly and lazily. A person sat on the tiger's back, her exquisite figure wrapped in white clothes. A veil covered her stunning face, revealing her captivating phoenix eyes, which were slightly narrowed. What a mysterious beauty!
The crowd below the stage was blinded by the white light. When they saw clearly, they exclaimed, "She, she, she is the owner of Hundred Flowers Manor! It is said that no one knows whether the owner of Hundred Flowers Manor is male or female. All that is known is that the owner of Hundred Flowers Manor has a rare white tiger by her side." Everyone suddenly realized. Wu Yan chuckled and said, "What can a mere owner of Hundred Flowers Manor do to me?"
Wan'er sat sideways on Xiaoxue's back, her slender hand reaching out to take the jade cup handed to her by the man in black. She squinted her eyes, took a light sniff, and then sipped it lightly. "Homemade flower tea is still the best." The man in the iron cage hadn't taken his beautiful eyes off Wan'er since she appeared, and didn't even want to blink.
Seeing Wan'er's state, Wu Yan became furious. At this moment, a beautiful woman in pink walked up and said with a sinister smile, "Hmph, did you come here to die today?"
"Isn't that Wu Xiangxiang who caused trouble last time?"
Wan'er ignored her completely, returned the jade cup to the man in black, got off Xiao Xue's back, walked to the iron cage, and stared straight at the person inside with her captivating phoenix eyes. "You, are you willing to come with me?"
(Ugh, I'm exhausted! Sigh, it wasn't easy, it wasn't easy at all.)
Chapter Twenty-Eight: I Only Want Him
Chapter Twenty-Eight: I Only Want Him. Wan'er ignored Wu Xiangxiang, returned the jade cup to the man in black, got off Xiao Xue's back, walked to the iron cage, and stared straight at the person in the iron cage with her captivating phoenix eyes. "You, are you willing to come with me?"
The stunningly handsome man in the iron cage stared intently at Wan'er, his asymmetrical eyes flashing with excitement. He opened his already parched lips, but no sound came out. Then, his beautiful eyes welled up with tears, and he nodded firmly.
Wan'er frowned upon seeing this, her beautiful brows furrowing in displeasure. "What did you feed him?" Wu Yan snorted and mocked, "He's just a male slave, he doesn't need to make a sound." Wu Xiangxiang, standing beside him, arrogantly raised her face and said wickedly, "Hmph, ugly monster, my father is here, don't be so presumptuous." But what happened next made Wu Xiangxiang regret her actions.
Wan'er's cold, sharp eyes turned to Wu Yan. The next moment, Wu Yan's eyes widened and he cried out, "Ah!" In just one glance, Wu Yan's body exploded, but there was no blood at all. Looking closer, the mutilated remains of the corpse had been frozen.
Wu Xiangxiang watched this scene in horror, her legs went weak, and she knelt down helplessly. The crowd below the stage stared wide-eyed at the sight. It was too terrifying. A single glance had reduced Wu Yan to ashes. It was too terrifying. The rumor that no one should mess with the Hundred Flowers Manor Master instantly spread throughout the entire space-time.
Wan'er glanced indifferently at the crowd. Of course, she saw everything she didn't want to see and everything she was certain to see; perhaps it was fate. "Black-clad man, dispose of her. And cure their poison while you're at it." Wan'er calmly pointed to the terrified Wu Xiangxiang kneeling on the ground, her words so calm, yet so chilling. The black-clad man replied expressionlessly, "Yes."
Wan'er opened the iron cage and gently lifted the handsome man out. She was surprised by how light he was; he must have suffered greatly. At that moment, Zi Yi and Bing Hai Yi Xuan had already reached Wan'er's side. "Let's go," Wan'er said calmly to them, turning to leave. But two voices rang out, "Wan'er." "Wan'er." The two looked at each other in surprise.
Wan'er merely glanced at him indifferently, "You all continue, I only want him." Perhaps, she still didn't want to see him. Then, clutching the so-called treasure, she and the others from Hundred Flowers Manor vanished in the blink of an eye.
Shameful, shameless! And you keep going? Half of the people here are here for the treasure, and you just say "keep going, I only want it"? How cunning! Everyone's lips twitched, and a crow flew overhead.
Zi Yeyu's thin lips pursed slightly, her eyes filled with deep sorrow, and even more so with self-blame.
Nan Sanglin's cold and handsome face remained calm, but the glint in his eyes betrayed him. 'Interesting. As expected of the woman I value. This is what makes her worthwhile.' Listen to that tone; it's narcissistic to the extreme.