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

Does it hurt?

The girl's fingers gently caressed the young Taoist's slightly drooping wrist.

He had wounds on other parts of his body, but the wound on his wrist was particularly striking, oozing a thin layer of blood.

He does use a sword after all, so it wouldn't be good if he injured his wrist.

The moment her fingertips touched his slightly cool skin, she softened her touch, as if afraid of breaking it, and carefully ran her fingertips along the edge of the wound.

Her movements were as light as a falling snowflake, yet they carried an unconcealable heartache.

The young Taoist priest's ears instantly turned red when she touched him, and his breath hitched. He wanted to pull his hand away, but couldn't bear to part with her gentle touch. He stood frozen in place and whispered, "It's nothing... just a superficial wound, it's nothing."

Almost all the antidote made in Hundred Flowers Valley has been distributed, and Tang Xi and Pei Yunlian are now working hard to digest it and break through the shackles in their bodies.

Yue Zijin was also taken away by the disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley to receive treatment for her injuries.

As for Lou Xianyue, she should be the most seriously injured. Those men in black robes, whether from the Blood Fiend Sect or the Buddhist Temple, were all elites.

He was already seriously injured in his battle with Song Hengxue. After he fought with all his might to kill those people, he should have received immediate treatment. After barely managing to get the flowers back, he was forced by Kong Qing to have his injuries treated by the disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley.

That's why Su Ning came down to check on the young Taoist priest who was working so hard for her.

"Why don't you feel sorry for me, sister..."

A plaintive voice rang in their ears.

Yu Xinglai's hand had already landed on Su Ning's arm, but Su Ning couldn't budge it.

I had no choice but to free one hand and give his arm a light pinch. "He uses a sword, so the injury is on his wrist, which is naturally serious."

"Ah, as he said, it's just a superficial wound."

He took the hand that Su Ning had been twisting and guided it to his chest, saying, "My injury here is much worse."

Su Ning raised an eyebrow. "Where are you hurt?"

"I'm heartbroken."

Lin Ci: ...

Su Ning: ...

In the end, Lin Ci forcefully pulled Su Ning behind him and uttered the only curse he would ever utter: "I think you're not hurt in the heart, you're hurt in the brain."

Xie Zhuo, who had been watching the scene unfold, naturally noticed the situation with the three of them and sneered, "Although she's just a naive and ignorant girl, I didn't expect her to be so good at seducing people."

But Ah Ying only cared about her master's safety, so she could only patiently persuade the other party, "Master, this place is not safe to stay for long."

But Xie Zhuo only focused his gaze on the mountain gate of the martial arts arena, his tone still nonchalant: "What's the rush? The final excitement isn't over yet."

The reason why Xue Shazi and Chen Wujin did not take any action was because Yin Ye had already sent them a message.

On the stands, Tang Jingshan, who had recovered about 50-60% of his strength, gazed longingly towards the mountain gate, and said with a hint of helplessness, "They're coming."

Xuan Yang Daoist, however, was a man who could not tolerate any dissent. Hearing Tang Jingshan's sigh, he merely sneered, "These petty villains of the Demonic Sect, whatever their purpose, I will not let them succeed."

Only Yanluo glanced around before her gaze settled on the Dragon Sparrow Blade, which was heavily protected. She knew in her heart that... this blade was probably beyond saving.

Just like the Phoenix Feather Sword from back then.

Lin Ci and Yu Xinglai seemed to sense something and shielded the girl behind them. "They're here."

Whether it was Su Ning's imagination or not, she felt that the wind at the mountain gate had become much stronger, as if dark clouds would cover the entire sky at any moment, making people feel uneasy.

The person arrived before the voice.

"Master Tang, with your intelligence, could you have guessed that my Wuxiang Sect would one day make a comeback?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind at the mountain gate suddenly turned as cold as a knife, and a black shadow came through the air like a ghost, carrying a heavy smell of blood.

He was still wearing the ghost mask, and behind him followed a lifeless medicine puppet with blood-red eyes.

A dark, ominous mass, enough to send chills down one's spine at first sight.

Disciples from some major sects had naturally heard their elders talk about the Wuxiang Sect's medicine puppets, so they remained relatively calm.

But the disciples of those small sects had been living peaceful lives for so long that they never imagined they would see the Medicine Puppet, who had wreaked havoc on the martial arts world more than a decade ago, again.

They didn't even know the name of the medicine puppet, and could only call them—monsters—with faces full of terror...

Chen Wujin and Xue Shazi were naturally the first to go forward. Chen Wujin's expression was not so good, after all, the other party was obviously using them as cannon fodder.

But Xue Shazi remained unchanged.

She even tried to get closer to Yin Ye, saying, "I didn't expect it was really you behind this. Could it be that this was the sect leader's idea?"

But he clearly didn't like hearing the title "Sect Leader" from other people.

His voice immediately hardened, "Why ask so many questions? If it were just the two of you useless fools, you'd be sitting ducks before you even managed to take the knife."

Upon hearing this, Chen Wujin flew into a rage and was about to attack the other party when Xue Shazi stopped him, saying, "Brother Chen, calm down. Master Youtai and we share the same goal."

Seeing that his opponent did not immediately make a move, Tang Jingshan, standing on the platform, channeled his inner energy and called out, "May I ask which member of the Wuxiang Sect you are? You have come to visit my Sword Forging Manor and attacked Lingzhou City. What is your intention?"

Before Yin Ye could speak, Xue Shazi coldly laughed, "This is Master You, one of the four masters of the Wuxiang Sect. Master Tang, if you know what's good for you, hand over the Dragon Sparrow Blade along with Lingzhou City."

"You arrogant fool! Today, all the heroes of the martial arts world have gathered at Songyun Mountain. How dare you act so presumptuously?!"

The speaker spoke in a clear and resonant voice, and in one swift step landed beside Su Ning and the others. It was Yue Zijin, who had just recovered.

Pei Yunlian and Tang Xi followed closely behind.

Xue Shazi wanted to continue his verbal sparring, but Yin Ye stopped him, his voice, amplified by his inner force, resounding throughout the entire training ground: "We are determined to obtain the Dragon Sparrow Blade. If Master Tang is unwilling, perhaps he should consider the people of Lingzhou City."

"You actually used the people to threaten us, that's truly despicable!"

Tangxi was already furious. Her inner strength had recovered to about 70-80%, and she was about to draw her whip and fight them.

Fortunately, Su Ning stopped her.

"If Master Tang feels that the conditions for Lingzhou City are too harsh, I can be more lenient."

"What do you want?" Tang Jingshan asked calmly, looking at the person below.

"I want... the life of the chosen one."

Yin Ye's gaze fell on Yue Zijin's face. Being stared at by those dark eyes, Yue Zijin felt as if a cold snake was crawling over her body.