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"Young Master Lou, I've long admired you." Song Hengxue nodded in greeting.

The two fighters displayed remarkable prowess on the arena, leaving everyone eager to see who would ultimately emerge victorious.

Song Hengxue wore a moon-white brocade robe with a jade belt around her waist. The flute was translucent, yet it carried an unmistakable sharpness, making even the man's gentle temperament seem more ruthless.

Lou Xianyue stared at the renowned physician of Hundred Flowers Valley, holding her rarely seen jade bone fan in her hand.

He nodded slightly: "Although I am far away in Dongjian, I have heard of Physician Song's reputation, but I have never had the chance to learn his Listening Snow Flute. Today, I would like to see it for myself!"

The boy's dark eyes were fixed on the man in front of him, as if they were filled with anger.

Song Hengxue had naturally watched Lou Xianyue's exchanges with others these past few days. To be honest, it was rare for someone his age to be so calm and composed.

They never bullied the disciples of those smaller sects.

But today his attitude seemed to have suddenly changed, and Song Hengxue didn't know what she had done to offend him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked up at the stage.

A gauze curtain was set up in the stands where Su Ning was, but Song Hengxue could feel the other person's gaze on her through the curtain.

The only possible one is A Ning.

Recalling the night the Poison Demon appeared in Lingzhou City, he was intimate with another woman, and then became entangled with her. He must have been attracted by her beauty.

Teenagers of this age are always particularly sensitive to the opposite sex around the person they like.

Song Hengxue had no doubts and guessed that this was the reason.

Lou Xianyue naturally noticed that Song Hengxue's gaze was fixed on the stands. Following his gaze, she could clearly see three large men.

That poor slut Yue Zijin even winked at him, which was disgusting.

Lou Xianyue simply turned her head away.

Many people in the stands even started placing bets on who would ultimately win the championship.

Su Ning put down her teacup and hurriedly asked the others beside her, "Who do you think is better between the two?"

Yue Zijin was the first to burst out, "Of course it's Physician Song! That pale-faced Lou is just a show-off; who wants to see him?"

Pei Yunlian glanced at him sideways and retorted, "What kind of nickname did you come up with? It's awful."

Yue Zijin: "Isn't he just a pretty boy? Am I wrong?"

Su Ning sighed. Whenever Lou Xianyue was mentioned, Yue Zijin would turn into a three-year-old child, throwing all sorts of vicious words at her.

Finally, You Xunchun calmly interrupted their conversation: "In today's competition, whoever is willing to go all out will win."

Upon hearing this, the three of them turned to look at the doctor in blue.

Su Ning asked疑惑地问道, "What does Brother You mean by this?"

Pei Yunlian, however, rested her chin on her hand, looking thoughtful: "The two are evenly matched, but the Lou family has a rich foundation, and they've given Lou Xianyue the best of everything."

"Although Physician Song is quite skilled, he is a dual practitioner of medicine and martial arts, so studying medicine will inevitably take away some of his martial arts training time."

"Martial arts tournaments are mostly about friendly sparring, stopping when the opponent is slighted, but that doesn't really determine a winner."

"Now we'll see who's more ruthless."

Yue Zijin chimed in, "I think Physician Song definitely won't go too far; it can only be Lou Bailian."

As the group talked, they didn't notice the meek servant standing behind them.

Yu Xinglai looked at Nan Song Donglou on the stage and cursed inwardly: One or two of them are vixens.

Isn't having that idiot Yue Zijin enough? He's such an eyesore.

Unfortunately, everyone's attention was drawn to the martial arts competition on the stage, and no one noticed the servant with the dark look in his eyes.

Song Hengxue held a jade flute in her hand.

The first note burst forth, cutting through the wind.

It was not a fierce and murderous tune, but a piece called "Cold Mountain Distant Greenery," clear and melodious, like birdsong in an empty mountain, lingering endlessly.

But this seemingly peaceful flute melody carried an invisible force that surged towards Lou Xianyue in layers, and wherever it passed, fine ripples appeared on the bluestone bricks of the arena.

This is Tingxuedi's ultimate technique, "Yinlan," which uses softness to overcome hardness and is extremely difficult to deal with.

A hint of approval flashed in Lou Xianyue's eyes, and then she moved swiftly, her jade-bone fan fluttering in her palm.

He neither dodged nor avoided it, but gently brushed the fan against the flute music, as if an invisible force was pushing aside all the layers of sound waves.

"Impressive skills!" A cheer erupted from the audience.

Song Hengxue paused slightly, and the flute music suddenly turned urgent. The clear and melodious tune instantly became passionate, like a sudden rain pounding on bamboo. Dense sound blades, accompanied by a strong wind, rushed straight towards Lou Xianyue's major acupoints.

Lou Xianyue's steps were graceful and powerful, and with the opening and closing of his jade-bone fan, he either pointed or blocked, completely neutralizing all the sonic blades.

His figure flickered in the flute music, like a plum blossom in the snow, standing proudly and unyielding.

Occasionally, the jade-bone fan would be waved, and the fan wind would collide with the flute music, producing a crisp "crackling" sound that made the eardrums of the audience below feel slightly numb.

After dozens of moves, the two were evenly matched.

Not only Su Ning and her group were paying attention, but Tang Jingshan and the others above were also engrossed in the martial arts competition. He was laughing with Xuan Yang Daoist beside him, saying, "Truly, new talents emerge in every generation. The martial arts world now belongs to these young people."

Although Xuan Yang Dao Renren was sitting here, his mind was on that good-for-nothing disciple. That night, for Su Ning's sake, he killed someone in a fit of rage, which violated the rules of Taihang Temple.

Therefore, Xuan Yang Daoist ordered him to reflect on his actions in the room. Fortunately, although Lin Ci had been led astray by that woman, he was still not completely confused.

I readily agreed.

At this moment, he only hoped that the martial arts tournament would end quickly so that he could immediately take Lin Ci back to the temple and completely sever ties with that woman.

Tang Jingshan's words brought Xuan Yang Daoist back to reality.

He turned his head, cupped his hands and smiled at Tang Jingshan, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the other to hear: "These two are both very famous in the martial arts world, but that young master of the Lou family is still young, and his temper is inevitably a bit impulsive."

In the past few days, Lou Xianyue had basically been fighting and leaving, but today he overturned his previous fighting style. His moves were fast and aggressive, and anyone who didn't know better would think that Song Hengxue had some deep-seated hatred for him.

However, in this setting, it greatly aroused the enthusiasm of the onlookers, after all, they were about to witness the leader of the martial arts world in the next few years or even a decade or so.

Tang Jingshan, with his keen insight, naturally noticed Xuan Yang Daoist's absent-mindedness and casually asked, "Where is your sect's young friend Lin?"

"The incident at Tian Shu Pavilion that night was all thanks to young friend Lin's timely arrival."

Because Taihang Temple is quite special, its disciples mostly focus on solitary cultivation and rarely participate in worldly affairs. Unless there is a major event, they are rarely seen in the martial arts world.

As the designated Daoist disciple, Lin Ci would not have been sent to the Northern Foothills to investigate if the Demonic Sect had not been on the verge of resurgence.

This is also the thing that Xuan Yang Daoist regrets the most. He shouldn't have sent Lin Ci down the mountain in the first place, otherwise he wouldn't have been bewitched by that woman.

Master Xuanyang quickly chuckled and brushed it off, saying, "He made a mistake and I'm punishing him by locking him in his room."

Tang Jingshan was clearly aware that Lin Ci had committed murder to save Su Ning, and quickly comforted him, "Brother Xuanyang, you are usually very serious and upright, but they are still young."

"There's no need to push people so hard."

Her daughter Ning quietly snagged the Taoist priest of Taihang Temple, which really made him proud.

This can be considered revenge for his repeated defeats at the chessboard against his opponent's master, who is now the abbot of Taihang Temple, Zhang Hexian.

Just as Xuan Yang Daoist was about to argue with the other party, an even clearer sound suddenly came from the martial arts stage.

The two of them looked up at the same time.