This battle was a complete victory for the Clear Mist Peak Support Group, with everyone whistling in celebration.
Amidst the cheers from the little girls, Yun Liu took his wife’s hand and went home to “plow the fields.”
Countless hearts broke across the Five Peaks. The gossip in the streets was rampant, but no one had ever taken it seriously.
After all, the Sword Sect traitor was pitifully weak, not even remotely close to the lofty Clear Mist Peak. Yet now, they had to watch that brat walk off hand-in-hand with the goddess of their dreams.
Xiao Ran’s enthusiastic shouts suddenly caught in her throat. Her gaze grew vacant, her expression dull.
“Sister Qin… Little Yun… those two…”
Now, anyone who wasn’t a fool knew the relationship between Yun Liu and Qin Xiang. The rumors were confirmed!
Tu Gou sighed. “Sigh, what was bound to come has finally arrived.”
“They’ve finally made it official.”
Ao Tian’s laughter was exceptionally grating at this moment.
Ji Shiyu pouted, drawing circles on the ground, looking like a pitiful, homeless child whose father had remarried.
At least she wasn’t suffering alone.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Looking back, she saw Xiao Ran leaning on her crutch, motionless as if petrified, her whole person turned into a monochrome sketch.
“Now you know who the real big boss is, huh? A true enemy won’t jump out with a villain’s face to oppose you.”
Ji Shiyu waved her hand in front of Xiao Ran’s eyes, then gave her a gentle poke. The entire person toppled over, limbs stiff.
‘She seems done for. Can the Three-Year Promise be judged in my favor early?’
“I guess so.”
Outside the Dragon Subduing Hall, a deathly silence reigned. The elders were trembling with fear, not daring to look at the Princess’s expression.
Showing off affection on a normal day was one thing, but Her Majesty was right here! Wasn’t this publicly defying the marriage arranged by the former King? What if the sect’s funding gets cut off!
“They… how could they do this! That dog-man and dog-woman!”
Lu’er’s face was full of disbelief, shaking with anger.
“Hmm?”
Jing Tan’er raised an eyebrow, surprisingly the most normal one present, calm and composed.
“If the Consort Princess is a dog, then what does that make you, who was crying for daddy and mommy last night?”
Lu’er realized her slip of the tongue and lightly slapped her own mouth.
“Wah… I’ll make an exception and let you have him today.”
‘Well, we were ‘cellmates’ in the same trench last night,’ Jing Tan’er thought to herself. ‘Who can blame her? My legs are still trembling.’
‘Can’t close them. Just can’t close them.’
“Well, well, the little Princess is quite composed.”
Gelan was a bit disappointed. This overtaking maneuver was comparable to a royal flush, with weight equal to a forbidden move.
Couldn’t even this make Her Majesty back down knowing the difficulty?
However, the Little Martial Aunt’s state was already very satisfying to Second Mother.
Yan Bingling had long since turned into an ice sculpture—no expression, no Spirit Breath, even her aura had stagnated.
“Little Martial Aunt! Little Martial Aunt? Are you okay? It’s not an old injury flaring up, is it? Little Martial Aunt!”
The concern on Lan Seat’s face was matched only by the laughter in her heart.
However, the biggest winner of the day wasn’t the Heavenly Phenomena Chief Disciple who got the beauty, but a chicken.
Ao Tian couldn’t care less about these big idiots’ “medical records.” It flew posthaste to the Shanhai Pavilion, strutting proudly as it hopped onto the counter.
Youyou was leaning on the windowsill, chin in hand, having also just finished watching the drama. She rubbed her eyes.
“What’s this? Treating my Shanhai Pavilion like a love hotel? Shooting with the secretary today, does that mean you’ll be having an orgy tomorrow?”
The Kanban Girl puffed out her cheeks, saying with super anger.
“Office romance? Workplace sexual harassment?”
“Cheep?”
Youyou teased the little yellow chick a couple of times, looking at the betting slip in its beak, and laughed.
“Welcome, little Phoenix. Here alone again?”
“Where’s your master?”
“Don’t even mention it, flew the coop.”
She saw its true form at a glance. Ao Tian preened its feathers. Since descending to this lower realm, only this Kanban Girl had the best rapport with it. Youyou could even understand it.
“Is that so? Abandoned you again to go find Daddy, huh? Hehe, such a daddy’s girl. Be careful of getting spoiled. Same as usual today?”
“Blind bet as usual!”
“Okay then, bets are final once placed.”
“Hmm… then keep betting.”
Ao Tian gritted its teeth, blindly betting on the Divine Oil kid again for the next round. The odds were higher before the matchups were announced, aiming to double the winnings again!
As long as it didn’t run into Qin Xiang, the Child of Destiny could fight anyone. Its luck couldn’t possibly be that bad.
The silly bird holding the betting slip had stars in its eyes, as if holding a ticket to a new world, about to make a killing.
Not only would Shiyu’s Heavenly Dao Formation Dan have funding, but the expenses for the Golden Core stage would also be covered, enough to last until returning to Star Isle.
‘Rich! I’m gonna be rich! One more win and I’ll quit. Just one more! Even if it’s the Chief Disciple, beat him down hard!’
Ao Tian flew out the door, glancing up at the Sword Posts fluttering in the sky.
The Sect’s Great Competition had another upset. The quarter-finalists for this session were announced, with all Five Peaks’ Chief Disciples present. Aside from a certain conspicuous yellow-haired brat, the rest were all Golden Core Sword Cultivators.
When the next round’s matchups were announced, the Five Peaks disciples and the assembled elders fell into silence. The Yellow Chicken was also dumbfounded.
It silently walked back in, crying and complaining. “I was just joking earlier. Can I please withdraw my bet?”
Youyou swung her smooth little legs, shaking her head with a smile. Her youthful little face was full of cunning.
“Nope, you’ve already placed your order. No regrets once the piece is played.”
“How can this be! I protest! There’s foul play! This isn’t fair! Give me my money back! Waaah! I quit!”
The gambling dog wept. One thought leads to heaven, the next to hell. Just a moment ago, Bird Ao was a millionaire.
Ao Tian regretted it because Yun Liu’s next opponent was neither Qin Xiang nor any other Peak’s Chief Disciple, but the weakest one—Ji Shiyu.
Logically, the final bracket should be all seniors from the previous generation. Whoever drew the yellow-haired brat would be lucky. Yet, it had to pit father and daughter against each other. That’s precisely why it was scared.
Ji Shiyu had gotten this far purely by coasting on her looks. Her only chance to win the next round was one thing—her Sworn Father “giving her a meal.”
It would require Yun Liu to personally eliminate this silly girl.
“Heavens, how did this happen!”
Upstairs in the top-floor suite, the completely unaware Ji Shiyu was sneakily pressed against the door, wiggling her little butt left and right, unable to hear any movement. She was getting anxious, so she had a brainwave.
Knock knock knock!
The two people being intimate inside were startled, hurriedly breaking apart as if electrocuted.
With his spellcasting interrupted, Yun Liu looked annoyed. He had even sealed the windows today.
“Where is Lin Shu? Wasn’t it agreed not even a chicken would be let in?”
“Who is it?!”
How could Little Sister Lin stop Ji Shiyu? She was sent away with a single line: “Xiao Ran wants to see you one last time before her burial.”
Qin Xiang gathered her hair and retreated to the side, her pretty face blushing crimson, secretly relieved.
Although she really wanted to relive that intoxicating feeling, if they had another round, she alone truly couldn’t handle it.
A crisp, clear, and exceptionally well-behaved voice came from outside the door.
“Open up, Mister. It’s me. I’ve come to hand in my homework.”
“Shiyu! Perfect timing. Little Yun was just talking about you.”
Before Yun Liu could respond, Qin Xiang immediately rushed to open the door, welcoming the savior inside.
“Good daughter, Mommy loves you!”