After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Today is the last day of the martial arts tournament.

Ever since Yue Zijin mistakenly ate a pastry with purple tassel flowers, she has been feeling unwell and has been lying in bed for two days. Today, she has finally recovered a lot of her energy.

Tangxi has been increasingly busy these past two days. Although Yue Zijin's poisoning was a false alarm, Lou Xianyue, who also lives in the Sword Casting Manor, sent someone to deliver a message after that day.

It is said that a suspicious person was seen in the Sword Casting Manor. The person's martial arts skills were not weak, and could even be said to be very strong. Otherwise, Lou Xianyue would not have been able to see only his shadow.

This naturally caught Tangxi's attention. Following the information given by the other party, Tangxi led her people to the southeast corner of the villa.

The things here are simple, but equally important.

It's a well, very close to the kitchen, where the entire resort draws water.

It also means that if the food consumed daily by everyone, including those inside Juxianlou, is poisoned, then no one can escape the poisoning.

Unfortunately, Tangxi and her men searched the entire manor but found no trace of the person Lou Xianyue had mentioned, and the well water here appeared to be perfectly normal.

"Brother You, is this water really okay?"

A faint hint of doubt flashed in Tangxi's eyes.

If Lou Xianyue wasn't lying and that person really exists, then his purpose in coming here can only be the well.

You Xunchun swallowed the well water in his mouth, then placed the ladle containing the water on the tray beside him, and said softly, "The water is indeed non-toxic. You've been under a lot of pressure lately."

Tang Xi sighed and said helplessly, "It's not that I want it to be this way, but I just have a feeling that something is going to happen."

Although You Xunchun hadn't participated in the events they experienced, he knew about the Demonic Sect's resurgence and could only comfort her with, "When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it."

"You should get some rest."

Tangxi nodded. Since returning, her father had intended for her to manage the affairs of the mountain, things that her older brother used to do.

Before she left home, her elder brother was still at the mountain villa, but when she returned, she heard that he had gone to Dongjian to search for a rare mineral and had not returned since, even missing the martial arts tournament.

She couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards him, but there was no point in saying anything more now.

Tangxi's gaze lingered on the well. After You Xunchun left, she instructed her disciple, "Take a portion of this water to Physician Song in the Hundred Flowers Valley of Juxian Tower and ask him to take a look."

The disciple accepted the order, took the task, and left.

Tang Xi's gaze was distant, her eyes fixed on the martial arts arena at the mountaintop. She suppressed her unease, hoping that Tang Xi was just overthinking things.

The final day of the martial arts tournament.

Su Ning carried Thirteen along with Yue Zijin and Pei Yunlian. The three of them first went to Lotus Peak to visit Master Duanshui.

Only then did they proceed along Lotus Peak towards the training ground.

Su Ning didn't go anywhere in the past two days, except for a few trips to Lotus Peak. Mr. Duan Shui treated her very well.

But it was as if he was hiding something, and he was unwilling to talk much about the past.

He had a high opinion of Yue Zijin, and after learning about Su Ning's previous experience and her encounter with Yue Zijin and his group, his gaze was somewhat sarcastic.

"What a coincidence! If those things hadn't happened back then, you two might still be childhood sweethearts."

Mr. Duan Shui seemed to be recalling something, and his eyes were even a little moist.

Lotus Peak is one of the more secluded peaks in Songyun Mountain. It is estimated that Mr. Duanshui lived in seclusion here because he was attracted by its tranquility.

Su Ning had sent Yu Xing earlier to wait at the training ground, while the three of them went up the mountain from Lotus Peak.

Yue Zijin has been lying in bed for the past two days and is feeling uncomfortable all over. Right now, he has Kuai Zai on his back and a bamboo leaf he just tore off from the bamboo forest in his mouth.

He muttered, "These past two days have wasted so much of my training time, it's really infuriating."

He has a lot of energy to spare right now.

Pei Yunlian, however, took some time these past two days to visit the martial arts arena and tell the two about the current situation: "Right now, the most attention-grabbing person is probably Lou Xianyue."

"He's been on a winning streak ever since he stepped down on the first day, and he's quite pleased with himself."

"However, although that Young Master Song stepped down a few days later, he was evenly matched with him. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, today should be their final showdown."

"As for people from other sects, there are Xu Heyu and Zhu Qing, whom we've met before, or some rising stars who have gained fame in recent years; they are all quite noteworthy."

"I'm actually looking forward to today's match."

Although Pei Yunlian was unable to participate in the martial arts competition, observing the skills of these people was indeed very beneficial to her own development.

Yue Zijin snorted, quite unconvinced, "Three years from now, I will make sure everyone in the martial world knows my name, Yue Zijin."

Su Ning remained walking between the two. After hearing this, she simply stroked the fluffy fur of Thirteen in her arms. The puppy purred softly as she petted it, a sound that was exceptionally soothing.

Knowing the plot, Su Ning knew that she would become famous next year, not even three years away.

The three walked up the stone steps, and could only hear each other's voices along the way.

As the group moved forward, they spotted two figures standing in the pavilion beside the mountain path.

Because they were quite far apart, Yue Zijin saw the figure and quickly reached out to greet him, blurting out without thinking, "Brother You? What are you doing here?"

Su Ning tugged at his sleeve, asking doubtfully, "Are you sure that's Brother You?"

You Xun Chun usually prefers blue robes or other light-colored clothes, and Su Ning has never seen him wear such a black and gold color scheme.

The figure in the pavilion seemed to have heard Yue Zijin's call as well, turning his face to the side, revealing that he was wearing a mask.

It wasn't until the group entered the pavilion that Yue Zijin realized he had mistaken the person for someone else.

A man was sitting on a stone bench in the pavilion.

He wore a dark brocade robe adorned with dark gold flowing cloud patterns. The fabric draped smoothly like flowing water, gleaming with a low-key yet noble luster in the dim light of the mountain forest, far superior to the coarse cloth of the mountains.

His demeanor was refined and aloof, exuding an air of detachment befitting someone in a high position, which seemed out of place in this simple mountain pavilion.

His face was covered by a black and gold mask, revealing only his sharply defined jawline and tightly pursed thin lips.

With a high, straight nose and eyes hidden in the shadows of the mask, his features were obscured, adding to his air of mystery.

Judging from his exposed face, he must be very young.

A servant stood beside him, his face not covered, dressed only in black, his posture upright like a pine tree, his hands behind his back, his aura deep and composed, his gaze sharp as a hawk sweeping over the crowd.

He showed no fear whatsoever; simply standing there, he exuded an air of mystery and unpredictability. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell at a glance that this person possessed profound internal strength and was certainly no weakling in martial arts.

A mountain breeze rustled through the trees, and the copper bells on the corner of the pavilion jingled softly. The two groups of people suddenly faced each other, and a sense of tension inexplicably spread through the air. Even the birdsong in the forest seemed to quiet down.

The three of them held their breath as soon as they stepped into the pavilion. Only when the man's gaze fell upon Yue Zijin did he scratch his head and manage to say, "I'm sorry, I just mistook you for someone I know."

The masked master's temperament was unclear, but the servant behind him had been frowning ever since they entered.

If the person in front of him hadn't remained silent, Yue Zijin would have thought he was going to knock them out with a single palm strike.

Su Ning's gaze fell on the tea set on the other person's table. The tea set was not ordinary ceramic, but a complete set of black jade gilded cups. The cup walls were as thin as cicada wings, and the color was as deep and lustrous as a cold pool in the deep night.

Even the most clueless country bumpkin couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw this tea set.

This looks like something extremely valuable.

Even the base supporting the teacup is carved from a single piece of sandalwood, with fine grain and a subtle fragrance.