"Help!" Before she could finish speaking, Wen Longting punched her in the mouth, and Situ Qianqian felt dizzy from the blow.

That damned Wen Longting! She's acting like a shrew. Looks like I'll have to admit defeat for now. "I...I admit..."

Wen Longting was still angry, so how could she let her have her way? She immediately twisted her jaw, rendering her speechless.

Situ Qianqian now regretted provoking Wen Longxiu and Wen Longting.

The crowd hissed...

"This second young lady of the Wen family is indeed notoriously ruthless."

"What do you know? This is called hot!"

Seeing the ferocity with which she was beating people, everyone's first thought was to stay away, otherwise they might be the next ones to get beaten up.

A middle-aged man with a face full of anger said viciously, "Hmph~ So vicious at such a young age, no wonder no one has dared to propose marriage to her yet."

“In my opinion, Jiannan was right to break off the engagement with the Wen family,” another middle-aged man said with a sarcastic tone.

As he spoke, his gaze lingered coldly as he stared at Wen Yan of the Wen family.

The two families weren't too far apart, and the Wen family wasn't weak either, so they could naturally hear what they were saying.

"We don't need those treacherous people to worry about Ting'er's marriage. They should worry about their own daughters instead. Oh dear, Dad, look at that little body of hers, it wouldn't even last two moves against Ting'er, tsk tsk~"

"That's right, how pitiful~ Oh dear, I wonder if Ting'er's hand is alright, if it hurts from the beating." Wen Chao pretended to be unable to bear watching.

Upon hearing this, the Situ family members were so angry that their faces turned red, their necks bulged, and their nostrils flared as if they were about to burst into flames.

"Big brother, Ting'er..." Wen Longxiu understood that Ting'er was standing up for her, but she didn't want her sister to be criticized because of her.

"Xiuer, don't worry, Ting'er knows what she's doing," Wen Chuyu said.

"Yeah, look how much fun she's having!" Fatty Zhen said. He had been beaten like that by Wen Longting before, though not as badly, but not far off either.

Wen Longxiu nodded

Ji Jiuying looked at the girls fighting fiercely on the stage and couldn't help but shake her head.

Despite her seemingly carefree and easygoing nature, Wen Longting is devoted to her family and fiercely protective of them.

Seeing that it was about time, Wen Longting kicked Situ Qianqian off the stage and disgustedly wiped the blood off her hands.

The Situ family members quickly caught Situ Qianqian.

"Wen Longting, number 11, wins!" the referee announced loudly.

"That was so satisfying! That felt so good!" Wen Longting walked over quickly, her forehead still covered in sweat, her clothes disheveled and stained with blood.

"Ting'er, are you alright?" Wen Longxiu asked worriedly, looking at her blood-stained dress.

"Sister, it's alright, this is all someone else's blood."

"Truly worthy of being called Master Ting!"

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Ji Jiuying's back was aching from sitting so long, and the next second, it was her and Fatty Zhen's turn.

On the arena.

Zhen Pangzi felt a little nervous when he thought of what Wen Longting had told him.

Ji Jiuying could see that he was tense, and smiled, "Don't be nervous, just think of it as practicing with me."

"How could I be nervous? I'm just afraid of hurting you. If I do, Master Ting will definitely beat me to death!" He didn't even believe it himself when he said this!

"bring it on!"

Seeing that Ji Jiuying wasn't carrying any weapons, Fatty Zhen decided not to either, and the two began to fight.

Unexpectedly, Fatty Zhen was quite agile, able to withstand seven or eight moves from her without breaking a sweat, but he still lacked a bit of tenacity.

Ji Jiuying began to instruct him while sparring with him. The two fought for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and there was still no winner.

Moreover, Fatty Zhen's face grew increasingly joyful and excited, clearly indicating that Ji Jiuying's guidance had been of great help to him.

"What are those two doing in arena number two? They don't seem to be competing; they're just sparring and practicing."

"I think so too."

"That chubby guy looks like Prince Zhen~"

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“Yan’er, why does this woman in black on the stage look so much like Feng Ji Jiu Ying?” Wen Chao asked.

When Wen Chuyu and the others returned from the secret realm, they were told that Feng Wan was actually Ji Jiuying, and what had happened in the Monster Forest and the secret realm.

Although I was a little surprised at first, after all, Ji Jiuying's reputation in Kyoto is very well-known, so this sudden contrast was a bit unbelievable.

Wen Yan coughed a few times and said, "Father, I was watching Ting'er get really into the fight and forgot to tell you about it."

"Actually, she is Ji Jiuying."

Wen Chao arrived at the arena during Wen Chuyu's competition, so he was unaware of what was happening inside the illusion array.

"Didn't Yu'er and the others say she was tricked by a villain and fell into the secret realm? How did she...?"

Wen Yan was also curious. Generally, once a secret realm is closed, it will only open once every ten years or more. Moreover, this was a secret realm that was about to collapse. Collapse meant that the secret realm would cease to exist, including everything inside it.

Before they could think it through, the battle on the stage ended.

"I surrender." A voice rang out from the second arena, and the tone even sounded somewhat excited.

"Feng Wan wins on arena number two!" the referee announced loudly. "Next round, number forty-two, please enter!"

The surname is Feng? Doesn't the Feng family never participate in the Genius Competition? Why are they here this time?

Everyone imagined a whole host of scenarios.

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiuying was stunned. Had she been fighting with Fatty Zhen for so long? The people next door had already reached number forty-two.

Everyone: What do you think? If Fatty Zhen hadn't surrendered, you two would probably have sparred until the end of the match.

Feng Wan? Little Ninth Girl's name is Feng Wan? Could she be from the Feng family?

That's impossible! There were people from the Feng family in the secret realm last time, but they basically had no interaction. Could it be that the surname Feng is just a coincidence?

Jun Linyu secretly instructed Fenji to investigate thoroughly.

Upon seeing Ji Jiuying wearing a veil and using a pseudonym, Ji Fengyan and Ji Rufeng's first reaction was that without their Ji family, she was nothing.

And now the position of the Third Prince's consort has fallen to her. So what if she's exposed now? So what if she can cultivate? A bastard dares to dream of marrying into the royal family? That's just wishful thinking.

The match ended close to evening, and tomorrow's contest will also be a one-on-one affair to determine the winner.

The man in the main seat had disappeared without her noticing. She had originally planned to visit the Imperial Preceptor's residence to check on his condition.

Unfortunately, several tagalongs were following me around, so it seemed I'd have to go at night.

"Xiao Jiu, why don't we do it today? Let's go to your house for hot pot, okay?" Wen Longting held Ji Jiuying's hand and looked at her expectantly.

"That's right, I've been starving all day and I really want to try that hot pot!"

"You've all followed me to my doorstep, do you think I'd let you leave?" Ji Jiuying said with amusement.