Nearly one-sixth of the arena was missing, with a huge dent at the edge. Spiderweb-like cracks spread from the dent to the entire arena, and the two cameras beside the arena seemed to have been damaged as well, their parts scattered all over the ground. Nie Chenyuan stood in the middle of the arena, his opponent nowhere to be seen.

"This kid..." Several family heads were secretly surprised. This was a special arena for disciples of aristocratic families. It was made of special materials with strong pressure and damage resistance. Unless it was a full-force attack from a martial artist at the eighth level of the Acquired Realm, the arena would not be damaged.

The extent of the damage is truly alarming, but these seasoned veterans, having seen it all, weren't surprised by that. They had just witnessed Nie Chenyuan's palm strike erupt with energy when the screen instantly went black. What did that mean?

This shows just how explosive Nie Chenyuan's internal energy is, causing such great damage with a single palm strike! Wasn't it said that this kid had problems with his meridians? How did he cultivate such bizarre internal energy? How strong must his body be to withstand the flow of this kind of energy?

The old foxes turned to look at Nie Songping, who had just pulled his head back, their teeth practically grinding to dust.

What? This grandson's meridians are blocked, and he's going to die soon? This is definitely a joke about the donkey and the others. Who can cultivate to the eighth level of the Acquired Realm with blocked meridians? No, no, no, to reach this level, he must have already advanced to the ninth level!

Someone who didn't get along with Zhang Jingguo immediately offered his congratulations loudly: "Our ancient martial arts world has gained another young ninth-level Acquired Realm cultivator, what a joyous occasion! Old Nie, you've kept this from us for so long, you'll have to treat us after the competition."

"Of course, of course!" Nie Songping smiled broadly, his wispy beard swaying, but inwardly he was cursing Nie Chenyuan to the core. His opponent in this match was not even at the fifth level of the Dayafter Heaven realm, so what was this kid trying to do by putting in so much effort? Was he putting on a show?

On the stage, Nie Chenyuan looked at his opponent being carried away on a stretcher with a cold glint in his eyes. This person was obviously Lin Yuhao's subordinate. He insulted Qingyun as soon as he stepped onto the stage. It was already a sign of Nie Chenyuan's mercy to spare his life.

Then, as if remembering something, Nie Chenyuan's eyes softened, and he stood on the arena, blowing a kiss towards a private room above, as if seeking praise. As the de facto head of the Nie family, Nie Chenyuan had little interest in the gradually declining ancient martial arts world, and even though his cultivation had been restored, he did not intend to announce it to the world.

His participation in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament was solely to please Qingyun.

Seeing this scene on the restored screen, Qingyun couldn't help but laugh. He remembered it clearly and wasn't afraid of throwing it in the wrong place.

Nie Chenyuan's flying kiss was clearly seen by everyone in the private rooms. The heads of the families immediately had strange expressions. They looked at the private room where Qingyun was and then turned to look at Nie Songping.

Someone tentatively asked, "Does Xiao Nie... have someone he likes?"

The surrounding people immediately perked up their ears. Nie Chenyuan was now one of only two people in the ancient martial arts world who were under thirty years old and at the ninth level of the Acquired Realm. Moreover, in recent years, he had suddenly become chaste, much better than the womanizing Lin Yuhao.

These old foxes are already starting to wonder if there are any eligible women in their families. If they really have someone they like, then things will get complicated.

After all, no one would be crazy enough to threaten a ninth-level acquired martial artist with unlimited potential.

Nie Songping's expression remained unchanged, but he was inwardly incredibly embarrassed. Ever since he learned that Nie Chenyuan had feelings for Qingyun, he couldn't control or bear to control his precious grandson, yet he felt guilty towards Qingyun. Torn between these conflicting emotions, he eventually moved to another residence to avoid seeing or being bothered by her. Therefore, Nie Songping was still unaware that Qingyun and Nie Chenyuan were already together.

He was torn between feeling embarrassed for his grandson and worrying that Qingyun would be angry if she saw this in public. He could only manage a forced smile as he spoke to the family heads who were staring intently at him: "Well... children grow up and have their own ideas..."

Upon hearing this, the old foxes immediately understood what was going on and sat back down in their seats, their eyes scanning each other as they tried to figure out which guy had gotten there first and shoved his granddaughter into the bag.

The arena was repaired briefly, and the match continued. Nie Chenyuan then fought his way through the competition, his powerful physique and formidable energy astonishing everyone, earning the Nie family considerable prestige.

However, Nie Songping, sitting in the private room, wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Of course, before that, he wanted to slap Nie Chenyuan, that shameless bastard, to death.

This guy was like a male peacock spreading its tail feathers, constantly showering kisses on the Nie family's private room, first showing off his skills and then trying to win their favor, making everyone around him murmur in their hearts.

Who is the young lady in the private room? Why is the usually indifferent young master Nie so attentive to her?

These are all the work of Zou Minchen.

Qingyun walked into that bookcase, picked up an exquisite robot, and played with it in her palm.

That man has forgotten everything else, but he still remembers this one thing: whenever he comes across something new or interesting, he always sends it to Qingyun. I wonder if his current behavior of collecting these childish things, despite his fierce-looking face, has frightened anyone.

A hint of a smile flashed in Qingyun's eyes.

He will be staying in China for quite some time this time. After pondering for a while, Qingyun began to tidy up the trinkets on the bookshelf, neatly placing them in boxes and putting them into his suitcase.

As Qingyun was packing her things, her phone rang. It was Zou Minchen.

Qingyun frowned. What a coincidence that this person was calling at this time?

Staring silently at her vibrating phone, Qingyun narrowed her eyes and abruptly hung up.

Rejected?

Zou Minchen stared at his phone as if it were some unsolvable business problem. He tried calling back, and only then did he hear Qingyun's languid voice.

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