Confessing to someone who thinks I'm a fat otaku, and then crying when monsters descend?

The main hall of the Tai Xuan Holy Land.

Today is the day for selecting contestants.

The elite disciples of the Tai Xuan Holy Land gathered together!

"The rules of the sword duel are simple: each holy land selects seven people to compete in seven rounds of battles."

"The winner of each round receives two points, the runner-up receives one point, and the rest receive no points."

"Finally, the rankings are calculated by combining the total scores from all seven rounds."

"And in the final round, the seventh and final battle, the winner will receive double the points."

"Now, those whose names I call will participate in the seven rounds of battle in turn."

"Qiuyun, first round."

"Recite it, second round."

"Yulong..."

As the elder read out names, the disciples below held their breath.

It is an honor to be chosen to fight for the Holy Land!

"Xiao Chen, a participant in the sixth round."

Upon hearing his name called, Xiao Chen, who was standing in the first row below, showed no excitement whatsoever.

On the contrary, it was terribly gloomy.

"The grand finale, Mu Yun."

"The above seven people, remember to prepare well and give it your all!"

All seven contestants have finished reading.

The disciples were discussing it amongst themselves.

Only Xiao Chen remained standing there, as if he had lost his soul.

In fact, before Mu Yun returned, he was the undisputed final contestant and the focus of attention among the young disciples of the Tai Xuan Holy Land.

He was indeed not as strong as Mu Yun. During the time Mu Yun was missing, he enjoyed a period of treatment befitting a god-like figure.

But after Mu Yun returned, he naturally became the absolute focus again, and even the spot for the final battle was his.

"Xiao Chen, do you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Xiao Chen left the main hall quickly with a sullen face.

"Alas, Senior Brother Xiao is actually quite strong, but it's a pity that Senior Brother Mu has returned. He has lost his most important position, and he must be resentful."

"There's nothing we can do about it; Senior Brother Mu is just too strong!"

"Speaking of which, Senior Brother Mu hasn't been preparing properly lately. Why does he keep running off to Guest Peak? They just disbanded and he's already going there again..."

"I don't know."

......

Mu Yun came to find Chen Nian not to share the joy of being the last to compete.

For him, playing the final match is the most normal thing to do.

"Old stock!"

"Senior Mu, what's wrong?"

Seeing Mu Yun rushing over in a flurry, Chen Nian looked on with suspicion.

"I heard you've been going to Yuehua Peak a lot lately to see your younger sister?"

"Uh... well... it's true, but your little sister likes to hear the stories I tell."

"You want to hit on my sister?"

"That word 'bubble' sounds awful, senior. Don't learn those vulgar words from the academy. In your world, we should call this 'soulmate'," Chen Nian said seriously.

"It's alright, go ahead and soak if you want, but there's something I need to ask you."

Chen Nian couldn't help but chuckle, and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Brother-in-law, please speak."

"The Sword Tournament is about to begin, and in this seven-round competition, I am in the final round, the grand finale!"

Mu Yun asked in a low voice, "Tell me, how should I make my entrance in this final battle to achieve the ultimate display of divine power?"

"Oh? Senior, you've come to the right person!"

Chen Nian pondered for a moment and said, "Being the grand finale is great. The stage is already set up for you. When it's your turn to go on stage, remember not to come out. You must be late."

"Late? What does this mean? All four holy lands will be watching the battle. To be late in public like this is utterly disrespectful!"

"Hey, senior, you're so short-sighted."

Chen Nian shook his finger: "The purpose of being late is to further attract everyone's attention, to create a situation of initial stagnation followed by a surge in popularity."

"What do you mean by that?" Mu Yun asked eagerly.

"Just when everyone was getting impatient, a sword flew down from the sky and plunged into the center of the arena! You then slowly landed, stepping on the hilt of the sword, with your hands behind your back..."

Mu Yun thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brilliant, brilliant! And then I defeated him with a single sword strike, wouldn't you say?"

"No, no, no, that's not enough."

Chen Nian shook his head again, leaving Mu Yun utterly puzzled once more.

"In each round of battle, the four holy lands will send one person, for a total of four. You will need to fight in pairs, and then the winners will fight in a final showdown to determine the final victor. Is that correct?"

"right."

"At this moment, Senior Mu, you should glance at the other three and say calmly: I allow you all to come at me together."

"..."

Another brief silence followed.

At this moment, Mu Yun seemed to be gazing into that scene, his blood boiling with excitement.

"Excellent, truly excellent! As expected of you, haha."

As if suddenly enlightened, Mu Yun left completely satisfied.

It's foreseeable that he'll put on a big show on the day of the duel.

.......

"Gentlemen, this year's Sword Tournament will be held at Cangyun Mountain in the Ancient Netherworld Sacred Land. We are about to set off."

"We're finally about to set off! Get ready, let's go!"

The Qingxuan Sect members were overjoyed and hurriedly followed after packing their things.

The Tai Xuan Holy Land's forces were quite large.

From the Holy Lord and all the elders to the young disciples, everyone was dressed in flowing white robes and rode on their swords.

The sky was densely packed with powerful individuals wielding swords.

Of course, Mu Yun, one of the seven contestants, was also among them, and was protected in the very center of the group.

"Oh no, can you guys fly?"

Yue Xiaomeng looked at her fellow disciples.

Only by reaching the fourth realm, the Wind-Riding Realm, can one fly.

But how many of those rotten fish and shrimps from the Qingxuan Sect can actually reach the fourth realm...?

If you can't fly, you won't even be able to keep up with the main group, which would be embarrassing.

The master can fly, but he can't take care of so many disciples.

So everyone looked at Chen Nian.

"Don't look at me, I don't know either." Chen Nian shrugged helplessly.

Of course, he just didn't want to waste the power he had painstakingly accumulated on flying.

These days, he has been diligently circulating his profound energy and breathing throughout the body, completing a full seven hundred cycles, but his body still has not fully adapted to the world's suppression.

Strength is precious and should be used in critical moments.

Chen Nian found Mu Qingxuan and saw her hovering in the air on a sword, her white dress flowing and her black hair like a waterfall.

"Miss Mu, why don't you teach us? None of us can fly."

"I refuse."

Mu Qingxuan rolled her eyes in annoyance: "What is this guy saying in public... If I bring you along, wouldn't people think we have a very good relationship?"

The saintess's reserve must still be maintained.

After being rejected, Chen Nian sighed.

Alright, women really can't be relied on. It would be too embarrassing to ask the people from the Holy Land for help.

Then I'll have to... expend some of my power.

Chen Nian's gaze suddenly sharpened.

"The Ten Beasts of the Realm, the Undead Bone Dragon!"

Roar--

With a roar, a massive, pale white bone dragon emerged from the void.

It almost completely covered the sky.

At that moment, a great chorus of screams of terror echoed through the air!

Only Mu Yun glanced sideways.

As expected of you, you can even find an opportunity to shine in front of others at a time like this.