Chapter 30 Baili Fusu's First Meeting
The Qingyun Sect's martial arts training ground has not seen such a grand scene in several years.
The crowd was bustling with activity, as disciples from various peaks filled the stands. Even the elders, who rarely appeared on weekdays, were present and took their seats on the high platform. Further away, various factions had arrived upon hearing the news, dressed in diverse attire, their eyes filled with undisguised scrutiny and inquiry.
The air was mixed with the aroma of dust, sweat and elixir, and tension and anticipation were fermenting in it.
Elder Wang stood in the center of the podium, his face gloomy and gloomy. His gaze swept across the entire audience, finally, like two poisoned nails, fixed firmly on the figure that slowly entered the arena.
Zheng Qiuyu is here.
She still carried the sleeping man, burning with fire.
She walked slowly, each step seemingly treading on everyone's heartbeat. The clamor of the entire venue strangely fell silent the moment she entered. Thousands of eyes were focused on her, or more precisely, on the burning fire behind her.
Zheng Qiuyu gently put down Zhuohuo and let him lean against her safely.
Elder Wang cleared his throat, and his voice spread throughout the training grounds through spiritual power.
"The sect's small competition is for the purpose of learning from each other, so stop when you reach the limit."
He paused, his cold gaze piercing Zheng Qiuyu.
"To ensure fairness, in this competition, the use of powers beyond one's control is strictly prohibited, especially those... that rely on external forces like the 'Divine Embryo'! If the barrier senses an overflow of power, the opponent will be declared the loser!"
The targeting in these words is obvious.
In the stands, Elder Zhang Xuan was so angry that his beard stood up, but he couldn't refute it. This rule sounded impeccable.
A sinister sneer curled up Elder Wang's lips. His first opponents were three inner disciples, all experts in formations and sealing techniques. He wasn't aiming to defeat Shao Huo, but to trap him, provoke him, and allow this monster to expose Zheng Qiuyu's lies before everyone.
"The first match is between Dan Peak's Zheng Qiuyu and Jian Peak's Li Mo and Wang Zhao, and Zhen Peak's Sun Li."
Following the announcement, three disciples quickly came on stage, forming a Chinese character "品" (a character in Chinese) to surround Zheng Qiuyu and Zhuo Huo in the center. The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Zheng Qiuyu didn't even glance at the three opponents. She leaned down and whispered into Zhuohuo's ear. Her voice was soft, but she used her spiritual power to transmit it clearly into Zhuohuo's soul, just loud enough for the elders on the platform to hear.
"Husband."
There was a trembling hint of pride in her voice.
"For the baby in our belly, and for my glory."
"Let them know how powerful you are!"
As the words fell, the pair of tightly closed eyes of the man leaning against her slowly opened.
What kind of eyes were those? Unfocused, a blur, yet deep within them lurked a trace of unspeakable paranoia. He stood up, without any earth-shattering aura, without revealing any chaotic power. He simply calmly stood in front of Zheng Qiuyu.
"Get started!"
Li Mo of Jianfeng shouted softly, and the three of them simultaneously formed hand seals. Three rays of spiritual light intertwined into a large net, covering the burning fire head-on. It was the Soul Sealing Net that could temporarily confine the flow of spiritual energy.
Everyone held their breath. Elder Wang's eyes flashed with cruel delight.
In the VIP seats in the distance, Baili Fusu, dressed in gorgeous clothes, also leaned forward slightly. He wanted to see how this "divine fetus" could shake the world.
However, the next second, everyone was shocked.
The burning fire moved.
He flashed around, avoided the Soul Sealing Net at a strange angle, and instantly appeared in front of Li Mo.
Li Mo was shocked and instinctively thrust out with the sword in his hand.
Zhuo Huo did not dodge or evade, but stretched out two fingers and clamped the sword accurately without deviation.
“Crack!”
The crisp snapping sound was more piercing than any spell's roar. The magical longsword, imbued with spiritual energy, was actually severed by his two fingers. The tip of the sword fell powerlessly to the ground with a crisp clang.
Li Mo was stunned.
Zhuohuo didn't stop and pulled with his backhand.
“Sizzle—”
The priceless Taoist robe of Li Mo was torn from the shoulder to the hem, revealing the white undergarment underneath. The cold wind blew in, and he looked in a miserable state.
After doing all this, Zhuohuo didn't even look at him and disappeared again.
Elsewhere, Wang Zhao's talismans transformed into several flaming chains, wrapping around Zhuo Huo. Zhuo Huo's figure appeared behind him like a ghost, and his slender fingers twitched lightly.
Wang Zhao felt his scalp tighten. The precious jade hairpin that held his Taoist bun in place was already in the other person's hand. His long black hair fell like a waterfall, covering his stunned face, like a madman.
The last one was Sun Li at the peak of the formation. He was the oldest and was about to activate the formation plate under his feet when he suddenly felt a chill on his chin and a slight tingling sensation.
He subconsciously reached out and touched it, and found it was smooth.
The goatee he had carefully groomed for decades was gone.
Zhuohuo had returned to Zheng Qiuyu, holding a small tuft of neatly trimmed beard between his fingers, as if showing off his trophies.
The whole process happened in a flash.
There was no murderous intent, no serious injuries, and not even a violation of the "stop when enough" rule.
But the three disciples, one with a broken sword, one with tattered clothes, and one with a bald beard, stood there, their faces flushed the color of liver, filled with shame and anger. They wanted to refute, but they couldn't find any reason. The other party had indeed not hurt them, but... had made them lose face.
The whole place was dead silent.
After a dead silence, someone burst out laughing, unable to hold back. Then, the laughter spread like a plague.
In the VIP seats, Baili Fusu opened his mouth and the glass cup in his hand almost fell to the ground.
His mind went blank.
Is this the "divine power" that the Qingyun Sect boasted about? Is this the legendary "son of God" who protects his wife?
Breaking magical weapons, tearing up Taoist robes, and pulling out beards? What kind of street thug fighting style is this?
"The most profound love in the universe... is actually like this?" He murmured to himself, feeling that the three views he had built up over the years were shattering bit by bit.
Elder Wang's face had gone from livid to violet. The scene he'd imagined, where Burning Fire would reveal his demonic nature and unleash a bloody slaughter, hadn't occurred at all. Instead, he had easily advanced in a manner so comical that it left him unable to get angry.
This was more painful than a hard slap in the face.
"Husband..." Zheng Qiuyu pulled the burning sleeve at the right time, with "grievance" and "helplessness" on her face, and bowed to Elder Wang on the high platform.
"Elder Wang, please understand. My husband only wanted to protect me and didn't want to harm his fellow disciples, so he resorted to this desperate measure. He was afraid of damaging my reputation and didn't want to see bloodshed."
These words instantly transformed the burning "nonsense" into a clumsy but deeply affectionate protection.
Elder Wang felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall. What could he say? Did Shao Huo do something wrong? But he hadn't hurt anyone. Did Zheng Qiuyu talk nonsense? But his "deep love" performance was flawless.
The discussion in the stands completely changed direction.
"So this is what the power of God is like? It doesn't hurt people, it only humiliates them?"
"You know what, it's quite unique... If it were me, I would rather get beaten up."
"This is what it means to truly protect your wife. He would rather bear the reputation of being a mischievous person than let his wife be tainted with the sin of murder."
Discussions about "God" shifted from fear to curiosity, and finally to a ridiculous... awe.
In a corner where no one was paying attention, Zheng Qiuyu secretly used the word spirit in a low voice towards the burning fire.
【Word Spirit·Pet】
"You performed really well, my husband. I'm proud of you."
A subtle ripple flashed across his blazing, chaotic eyes, and the black love chain between his brows gleamed faintly. A hint of satisfaction and dependence shone in his eyes, like a big dog that had done something right and was waiting for its master's praise.
Baili Fusu saw it all.
He looked at the "forced smile" on Zheng Qiuyu's face and how gentle she was towards that "monster".
An idea was growing wildly in his mind.
She was coerced!
She must have been controlled by this monster in some way, which forced her to show such affection!
He looked at her, and a strong impulse ignited in his heart.
He wanted to rescue the poor fairy.
He wants to conduct an in-depth investigation to expose the true identity of this "son-in-law"!
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