The next day.

Ning Yuyao remained seated in the pavilion, her white dress fluttering in the wind, but a hint of barely perceptible anxiety flickered between her brows.

Guan Yingying looked at her and sighed helplessly: "Junior Sister, this is the last day. If he still doesn't come, we have to leave."

Ning Yuyao gave a soft "hmm" and turned her gaze toward the mountain path.

However, when that familiar figure reappeared on the mountain path, the two of them clenched their fists almost simultaneously.

"Fairy Ning! Fairy Guan!"

Huang Wenlong walked up the mountain path with a beaming smile, bowing gracefully. "Yesterday, I was greatly honored by your guidance, Fairy. I have come today to express my gratitude. Also... I wonder if you would be so kind as to offer any further guidance today?"

Today, Huang Wenlong is in high spirits and beaming with pride.

He went back and thought about it again and again, and finally understood the crux of the problem.

Ning Yuyao's first time venturing out of seclusion and proposing a sparring match was clearly an attempt to make a name for herself and bring glory to her sect.

Yesterday, he got too excited and only thought about winning and having the chance to invite the beauty out. He forgot to consider the other party's feelings and hit her too hard, which angered her.

He was determined to deliberately lose to Ning Yuyao today, no matter what, to save face for her from yesterday and win her favor!

Guan Yingying's lips twitched, and she was about to refuse when Ning Yuyao stood up again, her gaze cold, and uttered only one word: "Okay."

"..."

Guan Yingying suddenly had a bad feeling...

On the other hand, Huang Wenlong was overjoyed and had no idea that danger was approaching!

This time, there were several times more onlookers than yesterday!

The mountain path and the woods were densely packed with cultivators who had rushed over upon hearing the news, all wanting to catch a glimpse of the Ice Fairy and even see if they had a chance to see her.

"Please, fairy!"

Arriving at the battlefield of yesterday's battle, Huang Wenlong confidently drew his sword.

Ning Yuyao remained silent, and the Cloud Frost Sword was instantly drawn! There was no probing, no mercy! A chilling aura, a hundred times more terrifying than yesterday's, suddenly erupted! The temperature around the entire bamboo pavilion plummeted, and a thin layer of frost even formed on the ground!

brush!

A condensed, lightning-fast, icy blue sword light, carrying a chilling aura that could freeze the soul, pierced straight at Huang Wenlong!

Huang Wenlong's smile froze instantly! He felt an indescribable, terrifying sword intent lock him in place, and the chilling sword energy seemed to freeze his blood and marrow!

"Holy crap!"

He was terrified and frantically channeled all his spiritual energy. His earth-yellow protective aura instantly solidified to its limit, while he desperately blocked forward with his longsword!

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out! His spirit sword, which was of considerable quality, shattered into pieces like fragile glass the moment it came into contact with the Cloud Frost Sword Light! Immediately afterwards, the condensed icy blue sword light did not stop and instantly struck the weakest point of his protective aura!

"puff!"

Huang Wenlong was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and his protective aura shattered instantly!

A chilling sword aura pierced through his body, causing him to feel a sharp pain in his chest and his blood to churn. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground in a sorry state!

The entire room fell silent!

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

Yesterday, Young Master Huang narrowly won by half a move, but today he couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from the Ice Fairy.

Isn't that a bit too ridiculous?

Huang Wenlong lay on the ground, his body ice-cold, his chest heaving with blood and qi, his face burning with pain, and more than anything, he felt utterly ashamed and indignant!

Only now did he truly understand that yesterday's so-called "victory by half a move" was a complete joke! It was a handout from his opponent! He felt like a clown!

Only then did his entourage react and help him up. One of them was full of resentment and was about to speak when Huang Wenlong stopped him.

With so many people watching, he has already lost. If he continues to rely on the power of his sect to act unreasonably, his infamy will spread throughout the entire Central Continent tomorrow...

Ning Yuyao didn't even glance at him, as if she had merely swatted away a fly. She sheathed her sword and coldly said, "Thank you for the courtesy." Then she turned and walked back into the pavilion.

"That's too much..."

Guan Yingying forced an awkward smile, "At least give people some face..."

Ning Yuyao turned her head to look out of the mountain, her tone indifferent, "Yesterday we already embarrassed Master. If we hold back again today, we'll likely face confinement when we get back..."

"..."

Well, that makes sense.

"Is there any other fellow Daoist who wishes to offer guidance?"

After a while, Guan Yingying's voice suddenly echoed through the mountains, but received no response for a long time.

Even Huang Wenlong, who is in the Fengyunlu, couldn't withstand a single sword strike. Among his peers, who else would dare to go up and take a beating?

Just then, a rough voice suddenly came from the woods.

"Let me give it a try!"

...

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

Not long ago, a suppressed chuckle came from the dense bushes.

Shen Yunhao and the others were hiding here and had witnessed the whole scene.

"Haha, that's hilarious! This guy surnamed Huang was so smug yesterday, barely winning by half a move, but today he was instantly defeated as soon as he showed his face. It's so funny, hahaha!"

Ma Tianyu laughed heartily.

Little did they know, Shen Yunhao behind them was staring blankly at the aloof and elegant figure in the pavilion.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized what was going on.

The claim of "losing by a fraction of a move" is clearly just a publicity stunt to spread the news and lure me in!

Today, fearing that the news would anger Nie Qingshuang if it got back to Yunzhou, he ended up cutting Huang Wenlong so badly that Huang Wenlong wouldn't even recognize his own mother...

"This girl is really being ridiculous!"

Behind him, the girl in the black dress clasped her hands in a fist salute and hummed in agreement.

"Why don't you go up and teach her a lesson? I suspect that among everyone here, you're the only one who could spank her and she wouldn't dare fight back..."

What was originally a statement of truth came across as a strange form of "praise to kill" in Ma Tianyu's ears, so he quickly chimed in sarcastically, "Hey, Brother Shen! Didn't you say she was your wife before? Look at her arrogant attitude, why don't you go and get her!"

"..."

To be honest, Shen Yunhao really didn't dare to go up at this moment.

It's not a matter of being low-key or not; the key issue is that this small hill is completely packed with cultivators who have come from far and wide to seek out a wife... which is a bit like attracting hatred.

He already had a lot of people resent him for showing off his love with Ning Yuyao in Yunzhou, and now he's going to Zhongzhou to continue showing off... isn't that just inviting more hate?

"Hmph!" Shen Yunhao put his hands in his pockets. "I'll deal with her when I get home tonight! I'll make sure she's completely submissive!"

"Hahaha……"

Ma Tianyu chuckled at Chen Yunhao's words and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, anything is possible in dreams, but we can't be so unrealistic! Besides, you should be content with Miss Mu by your side!"

Mu Shuang's eyes welled up with tears at those words, and she leaned closer, saying hesitantly, "That's right... one should be more practical. You know who said last night that I couldn't get out of bed, but they ended up collapsing from exhaustion and had to be carried here today..."

"..."