Ji Yan's glorious deeds of crushing the weak in the inn have spread throughout the streets and alleys overnight, and everyone knows about them.

The youngest disciples of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, who were only five or six years old, knew that the tyrant had arrived.

When the crowd heard that the tyrant had also come to join the martial arts gathering, they dared not make a sound and spoke in hushed tones, fearing that this capricious ruler might send them to the underworld if he became displeased.

"It is said that His Majesty's attendance at the martial arts tournament this time is actually for the young lady beside him."

"What young lady? She's just a pretty face but no substance."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Although she was a dancer, she was also chosen by the Azure Lang Sword Saint as the young master of the martial arts world. I was there yesterday, and the sword she was holding was indeed the Azure Lang Sword. Back then, when the Azure Lang Sword Saint became the leader of the martial arts alliance, he said that whoever possessed this sword would become the young master of the martial arts world. Think about it, Young Master Qingfeng is the personal disciple of the Azure Lang Sword Saint, yet the Azure Lang Sword is in the hands of a dancer. What does that mean?"

What else could it prove? It's certain that this dancer used her beauty to get the tyrant to snatch the sword from the Azure Sword Saint for her.

Once this reason was put into practice, everyone's impression of Shen Jiao immediately turned sour. Some people who were worried that she would be beaten to a pulp by the Southern Xinjiang Whip King immediately switched sides and couldn't wait for the Southern Xinjiang Whip King to beat her up as badly as possible.

"Tsk, with that small frame, she thinks she can be the young master of the martial arts world? That's just wishful thinking, delusional."

"That's right. Everyone will stand up straight and challenge this young master who has fallen from the sky to teach her a lesson, so that she will know that taking things that are not up to her strength will come at a heavy price."

"Pfft haha... That would require her to be able to persist until the challenge. I think she probably won't even be able to get past the Southern Border Whip King."

"A vase should play the piano and dance. Not everyone is Yu Wushuang or Hu Rourou. This martial arts tournament is not a place for someone like her."

The martial arts tournament is divided into three rounds. The first round involves drawing number plates, the second round involves random team formation, and the third round is a challenge match. Players who make it to the challenge match cannot refuse any challenge.

Shen Jiao herself also wanted to play the zither and dance. After all, she was a beauty, and she tried to become a gentle and graceful beauty who never showed her teeth when she smiled. However, the tyrant's training program didn't have this kind of taste, so there was nothing she could do.

Who wants to fight and kill?

All she wanted was to live a good life.

Shen Jiao lay on a soft chair in the viewing platform, while Xi Su and Xi Ning massaged her legs. Because the tyrant was present, her mahjong partners were all as quiet as chickens, not daring to gossip with her.

She wasn't in the mood for chatting today. For some reason, she slept so well that her back, waist, and neck were especially sore.

Can it not be sour?

The tyrant held her and stood there all night. At dawn, he finally carried her back to the attic to wash up.

Qingfeng couldn't understand this. If you said His Majesty doted on his junior aunt, he would make her sleep standing up. If you said His Majesty didn't dote on his junior aunt, he would stand up all night with her.

Besides loving to record gossip, the Azure Sword Saint also loves to observe people's romantic relationships.

He used to watch the Songheng Sect Leader and his wife, but now he watches the Tyrant and Shen Jiao. Last night, he dragged his disciple to squat in the bushes all night.

Hearing his apprentice, Mu Yu, speak with disdain, he said, "What do you know? Didn't you hear your junior aunt telling him not to move?"

Qingfeng: "You think you can just shout and expect me to listen?"

The Azure Sword Saint scoffed, "Serves you right for being single."

Qingfeng: "..."

...

"Your Majesty, we're so close, tell me the truth, did you really not hit me last night?" She held up a carved and jeweled bronze mirror, pointing resentfully at the bruise on her forehead.

She cherishes her appearance above all else, so it's definitely not her doing this. It can only be that she was too tired last night and took the wrong path, and the tyrant beat her up in a fit of anger.

You cruel Ji Yan!

Ji Yan, who was beside her, turned her head, playing with a piece of bark in her hand, and stared at her with a strange expression. "No."

She didn't know where the tree bark came from; when she opened her eyes, she saw the tyrant holding it in his hand. She wondered which tree was so pitiful that it had inadvertently displeased the tyrant.

The tree that was bumped by Shen Jiao: "..."

Is it possible that I've offended not the tyrant, but you?

Shen Jiao: "I don't believe it."

Ji Yan stroked her hair, which was freshly washed that morning and very smooth. "If I were to hit you, you would be lying in a coffin right now."

That seems to make sense.

Shen Jiao then asked, "Then what happened to my head?"

Ji Yan's expression became even stranger. "You were hit by a dog."

dog?

Where did this dog come from in the deep mountains and forests? Shen Jiao felt something was off and wanted to think about it more carefully when she saw Liang Heng and Li Wang climbing up the high platform together.

The two bowed to the tyrant in unison, but as always, they were ignored.

Liang Heng, unfazed, unfurled his fan and struck a pose, throwing a flirtatious wink that he considered irresistible to everyone. "Sister Chen, a day apart feels like three autumns. Do you think I'm even more handsome than yesterday?"

Shen Jiao: "Brother Liang, it looks like you haven't washed your eye boogers off."

Liang Heng blinked in disbelief.

She was terrified and quickly shrank back, saying, "Stop blinking, or you'll fall!"

Liang Heng: "..."

Li Wanglai was the best at livening up the atmosphere. He stepped forward and flattered her, "Miss, after not seeing you for a night, the bump on your forehead looks like a piece of jade, so round and beautiful."

Shen Jiao: "...Lord Li, you can praise someone indirectly, but you can't go overboard."

Li Wanglai: "..."

...

"Junior sister, look at her. She's just a mere dancer who has received the emperor's favor, and she's already acting all high and mighty. Even His Majesty has no one to serve him, yet she still needs maids to massage her. How pretentious!"

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