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

Zhu Qing looked at the woman sitting by the window, waved his hand to quell the commotion behind him, and smiled at the woman, "Who do we have here? Isn't this the most benevolent Fairy Xu from the Su Nu Sect?"

The people in the inn all pricked up their ears to listen. Although some of them didn't understand, they had just heard the storyteller tell the tale of the Xuanji Sect and now they all understood.

The Su Nu Sect and the Xuan Nu Sect face each other across the Peach Blossom River. Their predecessor was one of the six major sects. Unfortunately, Xuanji split into the Su Nu and Xuan Nu sects. Although their foundation is still there, they are not up to the standard of a first-class sect.

Even so, the two sects remain the leading second-rate sects, and no one in the martial arts world dares to provoke their leaders.

In the list recorded by the Ten Miles of Suspended Bells, Xu Heyu of the Su Nu Sect is the most famous beauty in the martial arts world, while Zhu Qing is the second.

However, the list changes every month, and it's either Xu Heyu or Zhu Qing. It's just that Xu Heyu has been number one more times and has a bigger reputation, so everyone has accepted her as the number one beauty.

The same was true for the list of young masters; many women who admired Song Hengxue and Lou Xianyue fought fiercely for the title of the number one young master.

Hearing Zhu Qing's words, Xu Heyu softened, her voice ethereal beneath her veil: "Miss Zhu, what a coincidence."

Someone mentioned it, saying, "What bad luck."

Like a lit fuse, in an instant, both sides drew their swords, while the innkeeper hid behind the table, covering his head, fearing that these ladies would overturn his inn.

People who open shops in Fuxian Town need to have a strong heart and a keen eye.

The Xuan Nu faction and the Su Nu faction are truly sworn enemies, and if you encounter someone from one faction, remember not to entertain someone from the other.

Once upon a time, a man opened a shop in Fuxian Town. Not knowing the inside story, he happened to be serving two different factions at the same time. Unexpectedly, the two groups started fighting right there in his shop, and even the shop door was smashed to pieces.

Although both parties offered compensation, the man was so frightened that he immediately closed the shop.

This is because the Xuanji Sect was located in Fuxian Town back then, and the person who played the role of the Moon Goddess in the annual Moon Goddess Ritual in Fuxian Town was always the most outstanding woman from the Xuanji Sect.

Dressing up as the Moon Goddess is the dream and a great honor for every woman of the Xuanji Sect, and is chosen by each sect leader.

Although the two factions are now divided, the traditions left by our ancestors will not change. The leaders of the two factions will set up a test every year before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The most outstanding woman in the faction will be chosen to compete for this spot.

Given the current mutual dislike between the two sides, for the disciples of both factions, getting the chance to play the Moon Goddess would be like kicking the other side while they're down.

Such opportunities to boost one's own prestige and diminish the morale of others are rare.

Zhu Qing and Xu Heyu are also the most outstanding people in their respective factions in recent years.

Not only do outsiders compare the two, but they themselves also have to deal with each other frequently.

The two of them are here today for the ritual of the Sun and Moon Gods, and the mission is naturally to see who can capture the mastermind behind the trouble in Fuxian Town first.

Zhu Qing had simply chosen an inn at random, never expecting to run into such a formidable foe.

Xu Heyu was reserved by nature. She merely gestured to the women around her to put down their swords, and then looked at the woman in front of her and said, "Miss Zhu, we have other matters to attend to, so we'll be leaving now."

Zhu Qing coldly watched the group leave the inn, while she went to the front desk and pulled the innkeeper aside, asking, "Are there any rooms available?"

The innkeeper originally thought that the dispute between the two would not affect him, but he did not expect that Zhu Qing would take the unconventional route and want to stay here, even though he was extremely unwilling.

But seeing the other person's fiery temper, he could only manage a wry smile and say, "Yes, yes."

As for the men who already admired Zhu Qing, they were overjoyed, thinking to themselves: It's like New Year's Day!

Although Xu Heyu, whose name had just been mentioned by Zhu Qing, had left, she left behind many longing gazes.

"That was actually the world-renowned Fairy Xu! I didn't even recognize her."

"Yes, Fairy Xu is so low-key; she's truly beautiful inside and out."

Among them, the most composed were probably Su Ning and the other three. With no excitement to watch, Yue Zijin's stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time, and he was currently focused on eating.

Su Ning recalled the original novel's description of Yue Zijin's emotional state. Although it wasn't explicitly stated, readers of "The Chronicles of Wuxia" would love to find their own sweet moments to enjoy.

Some people were shipping him with Zhu Qing, while others were shipping him with Xu Heyu. At this moment, she wanted to interview the parties involved.

So she feigned surprise, "So that was the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world just now. Zijin, what's your opinion?"

"Or do you prefer the type of girl Miss Zhu just now?"

Yue Zijin, who was engrossed in eating, nearly choked on the rice in her mouth. "Cough cough cough!"

"What did you say? What kind of nonsense is this?!"

Yue Zijin didn't know what had given Su Ning this illusion, while Tang Xi, who was watching the drama unfold, said, "I think it must be that Miss Zhu. Didn't you see Yue Zijin's eyes practically glued to her just now?"

"Pah! When did I see her? She's clearly framing me."

Yue Zijin felt that even if he jumped into the Peach Blossom River, he couldn't clear his name. He had only glanced at her normally, but Zhu Qing seemed to be a bit dim-witted.

The room was filled with eyes practically gouging at her, yet she didn't look for them. He only glanced at her, not even having a chance to get a good look at her features, before being yelled at to gouge out her eyes. She was so wronged.

Su Ning brought the dishes back to her room to eat, but then she heard a woman talking not far away.

"Senior sister, why did you give that jerk such a hard time just now?"

Zhu Qing chuckled softly, "Don't you think his clothes look like a colorful rooster? It's hard for me to pretend I don't see it."

"I thought my senior sister was giving that guy special treatment because he was good-looking."

"You're overthinking it. We've encountered plenty of those greenhorns before."

The woman's laughter gradually faded into the distance as she walked away.

Su Ning paused, then pushed open the door as if nothing had happened. Several clusters of hibiscus flowers had appeared on the table at some point. The wind from the window gently brushed the petals, causing them to tremble slightly, but the person who delivered the flowers was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Qi: "Su Su, did Yu Xing send it?"

Su Ning hummed in agreement. Besides the hibiscus flower, she also left a note. There was nothing written on it, except for a drawing of a star.

Only he could do something like that, as if he wanted everyone to know he had been there.

I don't know where he stole it from, but the flowers are indeed quite beautiful.

I fiddled with it casually for a bit.

No one dislikes beautiful things, such as flowers, money, fame, and power...

Xiao Qi asked, puzzled, "Then why doesn't he show himself? With his lightness skill, no one here should be able to spot him."

Su Ning didn't know either. If she was taking a bath at the time, it would be gentlemanly for him to flee in a hurry. But now he just delivered the gift without showing his face, which was not his style.