Things in the martial arts world change every day. People have not yet recovered from the shock of the Body Strengthening Sect incident, and another storm has arisen so soon.
The first one is that the Sword Sect held a banquet and invited everyone to come to the sect for a chat.
You have to know that Yun Xian, the leader of the Four-Way War, had destroyed Liu Shi's golden core in front of everyone. Although he wasn't very intelligent, he was, after all, the only son of Sect Leader Liu Feiran. This hatred ran deep, and the Sword Sect, concerned for the sect's reputation, could only turn a blind eye to Yun Xian. But now, they were openly inviting him. Could it be that they were trying to bury the hatchet and build a closer relationship with Yun Xian?
The second is the martial arts competition for the fox princess Shu Jiuwei to win her husband.
Naturally, the second incident received far less attention than the first. The entire Qiankun City knew that Shu Jiuwei had previously been flirting with Ya Jianzhong Changyao, seemingly in a vague and ambiguous relationship. It seemed they had long been secretly in love, and now it was just a matter of passing the time. Could anyone be so blind as to actually try to steal her away? It was just a formality!
But, when there's a good show to watch, how could one not watch? Ordinary people's fights are easily watched by onlookers, let alone cultivators' duels, where fighting is measured and restrained. Not only is it pleasing to the eye, but you might even learn a few moves from them.
Coincidentally, both of them are scheduled for half a month later.
Everyone was in a state of flux, secretly speculating. They wondered whether Yun Xian would go, and how many people he would bring; whether they could watch the sequel to "The Fox-Man's Life and Death Romance" during the martial arts competition, and so on and so forth.
In this impetuous speculation, half a month passed in a flash.
But everyone guessed the beginning, but not the ending.
The Sword Sect held a banquet with loud drums and gongs. Even Liu Feiran, who had been in hiding for many years, was invited out. Liu Chang wore a fake smile, and his old face was full of kindness that could be broken with a single poke.
On the driveway set aside for guests, a familiar carriage slowly drove up, with gold and silver grass hanging on it.
Liu Chang's heart moved, and he could hardly contain his joy: "This is Yun Xian's carriage!"
Liu Xu, standing by, scratched his head, thinking, "With such a large sign, it's obviously Fellow Daoist Xue's carriage. How come everyone assumes it's Yun Xian's now? Never mind, it's almost the same anyway. Fellow Daoist Xue's carriage belongs to everyone, and so does his money."
Liu Feiran had a pale, beardless complexion and a calm expression. He looked less like a genius who once dominated the sword world and more like a minor official. The Sword Sect and the onlookers waited eagerly. As the carriage finally slowly stopped in front of the sect, Liu Chang smirked and said, "Yun Xiao—"
The curtains opened, and Xue Lingxiu landed on the ground. She smiled and said, "Elder Liu, long time no see. Are you well?"
The two seemed to be competing to see who could smile more fakely.
"?" Liu Chang waited for a long time, but no one else came down. He asked in confusion, "Where are the other friends? Where is Yun Xian?"
"That's wrong." Xue Lingxiu covered her lips with her folding fan and said, "You said you wanted to invite Sect Leader Ji's friends. Am I not a friend?"
Everyone was in an uproar.
The Sword Sect invited them to a banquet, but Yun Xian actually stood them up! He just stood them up so easily! He really wasn't coming?
The Dao Sect disciples' faces were practically horrified! If she didn't come when the Dao Sect invited her, where else could she go?! Was there some earth-shattering event?!
“…”
At this time, outside the demon clan, the arena for the martial arts competition to win a bride has been set up.
There were only a few contestants who decided to participate, but there were huge crowds of people sitting in the audience, all of whom were there to watch the fun. As they watched, they sighed:
"As expected of a princess of the demon fox clan, she becomes more and more beautiful the more I look at her!"
"Why do I feel like she's a little different from the last time I saw her?"
"She's become a bit plumper... It seems the little princess has been having a really good time among the human race lately. The food is plentiful, and she's feeling relaxed and healthy..."
"Why hasn't she spoken? Her expression seems a little off. Am I overthinking it, or is she just shy?"
The demon clan leader's ears moved, and when he heard the sporadic sounds below, his expression suddenly became a little ugly.
He could still vividly remember what Shu Jiuwei had said to him yesterday.
"Father, I've already said I don't want to." Shu Jiuwei knelt in the hall and said seriously, "I don't want to, even if you threaten me with Miss Liu, I still don't want to."
His eyebrows rose in anger. "I haven't even argued with you about running away from marriage, and now you dare to talk back to me? What if you don't want to?"
"So what if I don't want to..." Shu Jiuwei raised his head and said, "Yes. That's right. Now you want to force me, and I really can't do anything. Father, unless you can keep covering my mouth, otherwise, I will announce it to the world-"
Her dark eyes no longer had the fawning, flattering look they once had. Instead, she sneered, "Whoever dares to marry me, I'll kill his entire family!!! If three years doesn't work, I'll take ten. If ten doesn't work, I'll take thirty. Come on if you dare!!"
"You! Good!" The clan leader's voice was shaking with anger: "Where did you learn that?! How dare you say such a thing?!!"
The human race, it must be that Nan Ronghong from the human race! He's truly immoral and his legacy is endlessly harmful!
"Shouldn't I learn this method?" Shu Jiuwei stood up and looked at him fearlessly: "Not only do I dare to say it, I also dare to do it! Father, it's you. Do you dare not believe me?!"
“…”
On the high platform, Shu Jiuwei sat quietly, motionless, unable to speak, with a secret magic circle circulating around her, imprisoning her tightly.
Below, there were luxurious carriages and fine horses, fluttering flags, and a densely packed table. It was a bustling scene. To highlight their importance, the clan leader even invited Master Mingguang to deliver a speech. The elders' seats were empty, with two seats occupied by many demons, including the demon tiger prince.
He will also be participating in the competition soon, but everyone knows what the outcome will be.
The demon tribe leader stroked his beard, looked at the people below, and nodded with satisfaction.
It coincided with what he thought.
The martial arts competition to select a bride was about to begin. The candidates entered one by one, with Zhong Changyao standing last. Holding his sword, he slowly walked toward the stage, looking up at the distant platform, his lips curled slightly.
"Nine-tailed Fox, I have come here to fulfill the oath we made back then."
Everyone was amazed and excited:
"So affectionate! So affectionate indeed!! I wonder if I can find a man like him in the future if I open my eyes."
"Hey, why did Ya Jian change his sword again? Wasn't it the Bishui Sword given to him by Elder Liu?"
"Based on this momentum and this level of cultivation, the winner is already decided..."
The demon clan leader looked at Zhong Changyao and nodded with satisfaction.
Not bad, not bad. That's it!
He was the last to appear, and after that, no one else took part. It seemed that the young talents who would be joining the fight were the following.
The fox tribe's musical instruments began to play, and the melodious music resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Under the gaze of the crowd, Master Mingguang finished his long and repetitive speech. Finally, the demon tribe's chief, with white hair, slowly stepped onto the high platform. His inner strength was powerful, and his voice was like a bell:
"Thank you all for coming to support us! Today is the day of my daughter Shu Jiuwei's martial arts competition to find a husband. My daughter was born with a body of a cloud cauldron, and I have been thinking hard about this for a while. She is almost at the age to get married, and today, I wonder if I can find a good husband for her as I wish!"
"As I said before, the key to fighting is to stop at the right time. I have a few words to say to you..."
He was halfway through his words when a golden Buddha light suddenly appeared from outside the arena with a loud bang and great momentum, and hit the front of the ring directly. The ground in front of the ring instantly cracked and dust scattered!
Everyone looked in surprise and saw a figure from outside the tribe approaching in the dust.
Her long hair was tied up, and she wore a red stone pendant on her ear. Her face was brilliant, and her eyebrows and eyes were handsome, but she was inexplicably angry.
He was clearly wearing a golden and red cassock, and as he walked, the intricate and luxurious ornaments on his body made crisp clanging sounds. Under the sunlight, he looked like a god descending.
It turned out to be Qi Zhiye!
"No way?? He hasn't shaved his head at all, or has he already returned to secular life???"
"A monk comes to a martial arts competition to find a bride? Seriously?!"
"Calm down. Everyone, calm down! Maybe it's for the Demon Clan's treasure! Look, Master Mingguang is right up there, how dare he do anything reckless?!"
The demon clan leader's speech was interrupted and his face turned dark. After seeing Qi Xingye, he also quickly went to see Master Mingguang.
Sure enough, this guy can't just do this—no! Master Mingguang's compassionate jaw dropped! His nostrils were flaring. He was completely messing around, wasn't he?!
The moment Zhong Changyao saw Qi Zhiye, the ominous premonition in his heart began to grow.
Qi Zhiye made a grand entrance, holding the Dongji Staff, and stood directly under the arena, saying, "Excuse me."
And sat down!
"...Ahem." The clan leader's face darkened, but he quickly recovered and continued solemnly, "I have a few words to say to you all. First, fighting should be done to a certain point, and no lives should be lost. Second, according to custom, if the winner feels that they don't get along with this little girl, they can exchange it for a precious demon treasure. Just ask, and I will..."
He was halfway through his speech when he realized that no one was looking at him. He stopped talking instantly, his anger rising.
What’s going on?! What are you looking at over there again?! One by one, is there some blind young man who dares to interrupt him again?!
Amidst the mist, a figure silently approached. He was dressed in sparse white clothes, the hem of his clothes slightly raised, and he looked as ethereal as a god.
He did not speak, nor did he make any move. He just walked slowly from the entrance like an ordinary person.
“Su…Su Chi…it’s Su Chi!! Why is he here too?! He’s here to mess things up!!”
"Everyone, be careful!! Be mentally prepared before turning your head! Or, like me, cover half of your face first!! Take it step by step, and don't look directly at it!"
“Ahhhh!! My eyes!! My eyes hurt so much!!!”
"See, this is what happens when you don't listen to the old man."
Su Chi walked calmly to the bottom of the arena under everyone's gaze, met the clan leader's angry gaze, and said insincerely with a twitch of his lips: "Sorry."
Patriarch: “…”
Stay calm. This is such a big occasion. If you can't control your temper, you'll just end up being laughed at for no reason.
"Nothing." The clan leader closed his eyes and said again: "As long as you ask, I will offer it to you. Thirdly, the monks watching must..."
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in! The wind was so strong that everyone could hardly open their eyes!
"What a strong wind! What's going on? Who is it again?!"
"It's so bright! How can it be so bright?! I can't even see clearly!!"
In the strong wind that came from nowhere, another figure appeared in the distance, with his clothes flying up and down, his jet-black hair swept behind his ears, and in an instant, a pair of black pupils like bright stars were revealed.
Everyone's breath was held.
At this moment, the war music in the distance sounded appropriately, the sound of the music was so melodious, so stirring, and every note was pleasing to the ears!
The wind carried the zither along, and the music swirled in the wind, seemingly stirring up the strange phenomena of heaven and earth! The figure slowly stepped in, the lacquer-red sword handle seemed to be radiating blood, and just like that, he stepped on the wind with ease and pride!
So handsome!
Someone muttered, "It's actually... it's actually Yun Xian?!"
"She stood up the Sword Sect and came here to compete for a husband? Is she crazy?!"
"As expected of her! Her way of appearing is so different from others!!!"
"Ahhhhhh! Yun Xian!! Yun Xian, look here!!! Yes, just sign on my arm!! Ahhhh I love you so much!!"
The patriarch was completely silent: "..."
Yun Xian held his sword, stood still, and said, "I'm sorry, the carriages were stuck on the road, so I'm late."
"Blocking the carriage..." The fox demon clan leader's face was as dark as ink. After being interrupted three times in a row, she finally slammed the wooden table and exploded in anger, roaring: "You are a female cultivator, what are you doing here?! Are you here to cause trouble?! And who let you in like this?! Who!!"
"What's wrong with female cultivators? Can't female cultivators compete to find a husband? Are you discriminating against me? Are you discriminating against female cultivators? Are you discriminating against anyone who is a little different in the current world of cultivation? As the head of a clan, why can't you be tolerant and open-minded, accepting all, and learning from others' strengths to overcome your weaknesses?!" Yun Xian said confidently, "Why can't I just come in like this? No one said we can't use props."
"Props?" The fox demon leader pointed a finger at Qiao Lingshan, who was vigorously waving wind talismans, and Feng Ye, who was so socially anxious that he was about to faint but still insisted on playing the piano, and roared, "You call these two people props?!!"
Everyone then realized: "?!"
Yun Xian tossed the hilt of his sword nonchalantly: "It was a slip of the tongue. I said it wrong. No one said I can't use the word 'Daoyou'."
The fox tribe leader: "..."
Get out!!! Get out!!!
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