After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

"Greetings, ladies. I am Cang Lan, Cang Xuan's brother. It is truly an honor to have the opportunity to meet so many beautiful women and talented young men today!"

His voice was loud and clear, deliberately displaying his remarkable cultivation of qi and blood. Sure enough, many young ladies from noble families cast scrutinizing glances at him.

After all, the Cang family is quite prominent with a distinguished bloodline, and Cang Lan's appearance and strength are both respectable.

Only Zhao Chen glanced at Cang Lan casually before looking away. That glance carried a hint of indifferent disdain.

Seeing that the atmosphere had been built up enough, Cang Xuan finally revealed her true intentions and loudly proposed:

"Ladies and gentlemen! According to past practice, the first part of the husband selection banquet is a literary contest, showcasing poetry, songs, calligraphy, painting, music, chess, and other skills."

But nowadays, my Phoenix Kingdom is founded on martial prowess and reveres the strong!

In my opinion, we should start with armed conflict this year!

This will also allow those who try to deceive others and pass themselves off as incompetent to be exposed as true candidates as soon as possible!

Her words were aimed directly at Lin Fengmian, with almost no attempt to conceal them!

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingge's pretty face turned slightly cold, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She snorted coldly in her heart, "Cang Xuan!"

How dare you target me so openly?!

But she didn't react immediately. She just glanced at Lin Fengmian subconsciously, afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle the situation.

On the contrary, Lin Fengmian, who was at the center of the storm, remained calm as he sipped his tea.

He even picked up a delicate pastry and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly as if it were none of his business.

A martial arts duel? That suits me perfectly. I can use you guys to test my newly mastered Ninefold Mountain-Crushing Force.

Cang Lan immediately stepped forward to support him, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over Lin Fengmian as if he were a lamb to the slaughter:

"What my sister says is absolutely right! The future husbands brought by all of you ladies are all outstanding individuals. A martial arts contest beforehand can eliminate some... trash who are not worthy of standing here."

"Great! I agree!" Some busybodies immediately chimed in.

A young woman with a gentler appearance asked worriedly, "I wonder if there are any rules about stopping the fighting this year?"

Cang Xuan sneered, her tone carrying a cruel, playful edge:

"Heh, fists and feet have no eyes. As long as no one dies, a few broken bones, some internal injuries, and a few months in bed shouldn't be a problem, right?"

As she said this, her gaze was fixed on Lin Fengmian!

boom--!

These words were like a fuse that ignited a fire, and many of the competitive young masters in the arena, who were confident in their martial prowess, immediately began to rub their fists together, eager to try their skills!

This is a golden opportunity to shine before the young ladies of prestigious families! The more assertive and courageous you appear, the better your chances of being chosen.

The higher the chances of being sought after by multiple suitors, the greater the chance of marriage into a wealthy family! Once you successfully marry into a wealthy family, your life is set.

All you need to do is fulfill the great mission of procreation, and you can enjoy wealth and honor.

Meanwhile, Lin Fengmian, one of the focal points of the entire event, was leisurely pouring himself another cup of tea.

A faint hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. Since these people insist on making trouble, I'll play along.

Lin Fengmian glanced at Gu Qingge beside him.

Seeing her furrowed brows and worried look in her eyes, he gently patted the back of her hand and gave her a reassuring look.

With the other party protecting me, I can just go all out and do my job without any worries.

Gu Qingge originally wanted to persuade him again, but seeing Lin Fengmian's calm and composed appearance, she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Seeing that Lin Fengmian completely ignored the provocations from those around him, Gu Qingge couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

This composure, this calmness, surpassed even that of those scions of noble families. A slight smile played on her lips.

She was becoming more and more satisfied with Lin Fengmian; he was simply a gift from heaven.

Amidst the murmurs, Cang Xuan, seeing the atmosphere had become heated, didn't waste any more words and walked directly to the front of the crowd, proclaiming loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the martial arts tournament is now beginning!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a young man dressed in blue eagerly jumped onto the arena, cupped his hands, and said:

"Greetings, ladies! My name is Wu Dong, and I'd like to make a fool of myself first!"

Clearly, the other party couldn't contain himself and wanted to make a name for himself, hoping that one of the ladies would take a liking to him.

He looked around and called out loudly, "Which brother is willing to fight me?"

While the crowd below was still hesitating, a clear voice rang out:

"Since this is a martial arts competition hosted by my Cang family, then let me go first!"

A handsome young man leaped up from below, his movements clean and swift, landing steadily in the center of the ring.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the surroundings, his posture elegant and proper, but his expression was always disdainful, giving the impression that he was not easy to talk to.

The person who arrived was none other than Cang Xuan's brother, Cang Lan!

The other woman's elegant figure and the surging energy around her made many young ladies nod in approval. To be honest, just in terms of appearance, Cang Lan was indeed quite something.

When Wu Dong saw that it was Cang Lan, he thought to himself that something was wrong: Why is this person here?

But with the die already cast, he had no choice but to face the challenge head-on.

The two arrived at the center of the arena. Wu Dong bowed to his opponent first and then launched the first attack!

He stomped his right foot on the ground and leaped out like a cheetah, throwing a punch straight at Cang Lan's face!

This punch generated a whistling wind, causing the ladies present to nod slightly—Wu Dong's strength was not bad.

But the next moment——

Cang Lan neither dodged nor evaded, waiting until the opponent's fist was only inches away from his face...

A hand suddenly shot out, its five fingers like iron clamps, tightly gripping Wu Dong's fist, instantly preventing him from getting any closer!

Wu Dong's expression changed, and he tried to back away, but he was horrified to find that the other party's hand was as if it were welded shut and did not move at all.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Cang Lan's lips, and he suddenly twisted his wrist—

"Click!"

With a sharp crack, Wu Dong's arm was broken by Cang Lan!

"ah--!"

Wu Dong let out a miserable howl, his whole body was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, unable to fight anymore.

Cang Lan didn't stop. With a wave of his hand, he tossed Wu Dong away like trash!

"Bang--!"

Wu Dong's body slammed hard against the pillar at the edge of the arena, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His aura instantly weakened, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to even get up.

The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous cheers!

"good!"

"Well done, Young Master Cang!"

"As expected of the eldest son of the Cang family! His moves are swift and decisive!"

The young ladies below cheered and applauded Cang Lan on the stage, their eyes filled with admiration.

Lin Fengmian was stunned—this guy was so ruthless?

It was just a friendly sparring match, why beat someone up like this? It seems that Canglan... not only wanted to show off, but also intended to establish his authority.