Masquerade in Bridal Attire and Marry the Prince

117. Manlou Shows Up

Translator: asassin

Ashina Yi glanced at Du Chuxuan with interest, clearly intrigued by his reaction. Sensible as he was, he knew Du Chuxuan still had his guard up, so he acted as if he didn’t notice it.

Controlling his impulse, Du Chuxuan acted as if nothing happened. “It’s just a spasm.”

He had to admit, it was a lousy excuse. With all of them martial arts practitioners, everyone knew spasms were rare. Fortunately, nobody went into his reply seriously, otherwise he would lose face.

Yuxing Tianrui said nothing in return. Instead, he looked towards the direction that Du Chuxuan was pointing at, where a group of men in black stood. As soon as he set eyes on them, he knew they were together, otherwise he wouldn’t have got the same vibe from them.

Giving it a thought, Yuxing Tianrui realized who they were. After all, only Manlou which had troubled Sect Luo for a while now could get Du Chuxuan so tensed in an instant.

As they were deep in thought at this side of the venue, the result of the fight already came out.

“Hah hah, I’ve been right. Did you make the same bet?”

Pulled back to reality by Ashina Yi’s voice, Yuxing Tianrui watched Du Chuxuan hand out a slip of paper calmly.

The way they exchanged the paper seemed like they were exchanging keepsakes, which made Yuxing Tianrui’s brows jump, whose eyes turned to the paper that Du Chuxuan held.

Ashina Yi’s brow arched. “Great minds think alike.” He brandished the slip of paper. “Lei Yuan is more likely to win, though he isn’t very good. He’ll have the worse of it if he stays in the arena and continues to fight coming competitors.”

It was like he just gave Lei Yuan a death sentence.

Du Chuxuan didn’t much care about it. For him, the bet was simply prompted by an impulse. Even if he won, he wouldn’t bear it in mind constantly.

Lei Yuan was quite impressive. He won three fights in a row, which earned him respect from people who normally wouldn’t pay attention to him.

Jiu Dengdan was rather sharp in his judgment of people. Though Lei Yuan didn’t have the aura of death in him, each of his blow was deadly to say the least.

“Something’s wrong with him. Is he really not from Manlou?”

Du Chuxuan sat in the front, near the arena, partly because he showed up in high-profile. Though not many people knew he was the Lord of Sect Luo, for the external affairs of the sect were mainly handled by Jiu Dengdan and Luo Yi, yet they still made space for him.

Luo Yi shook his head slightly. “This Lei Yuan is rather odd. He’s an orphan. According to my sources, he has only been practicing martial arts for less than three years.”

Less than three years?

Du Chuxuan was a bit shocked.

The study of martial arts generally starts at childhood. The earlier a talented person starts, the better. In that way, it is easier to lay a foundation, as well as integrating with and understanding a sect’s cultivation. It is even helpful for him to be able to develop new martial arts skills on his own.

Du Chuxuan didn’t think Lei Yuan could reach such a stage within three years without a secret cultivation method. Even a martial arts genius needed time to understand his approach to it.

“Look at his hand.” Yuxing Tianrui said in a small voice. He had been watching Lei Yuan. In comparison, he didn’t pay much attention to what Jiu Dengdan, Luo Yi and Du Chuxuan had been talking about. It was enough as long as there was one person who kept that kind of information in mind. All he needed to do was to learn about the powers in Wulin.

Lei Yuan had nothing but his weapon in hands. Yet he wore a red bead around his wrist, which glittered as if light was flowing inside.

Du Chuxuan’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that?” He didn’t find the bead special. However, he did hear rumor that martial arts masters with high cultivation level will store their internal strength in beads. Yet one would sacrifice one’s internal strength by doing that.

It was rarely done except for saving lives. After all, the internal strength that was extracted wasn’t easy to replenish. The tiniest mistake could cost a person all his cultivation for life.

Taking what Luo Yi said in consideration, Du Chuxuan was convinced that Lei Yuan’s martial arts skills was closely related to the bead.

“Find someone to follow Lei Yuan after he finishes the competition and leaves the arena. I want to know what’s so special about that bead.” Having given Luo Yi that order, Du Chuxuan ended the voice transmission.

The bead wasn’t as important as figuring out what Manlou wanted and who the hell the leader of Manlou was.

Are they connected to the case of missing girls? How deep-rooted are they in the capital? Those are the most urgent questions that Du Chuxuan wanted to find answers to for the moment.

Things turned out as Du Chuxuan had anticipated. Though Lei Yuan was good, he lacked internal strength and was kicked off the arena by a disciple of a prominent sect with sturdy internal strength during the fourth round.

He showed good manners, though. Clear that he didn’t have a chance to win, he took a bow and left.

Behind him followed several men. It was evident who they were – friends of those who were injured by him earlier or the forces behind them, and others were simply curious. Lei Yuan should have seen that coming before he entered this venue.

A Wulin Assembly attracted all kinds of people. Du Chuxuan watched fights for a day and had new findings about various cultivation methods. Now, he found it more important to keep a close eye on Yuxing Tianrui. Though Yuxing Tianrui knew martial arts, he would only come to grief if he fought on his own.

“Let’s go. I don’t think we’ll see very impressive participants in the first three days. Maybe one or two, but they’ll stand out by sheer luck.” Ashina Yi stood up and stretched himself as he spoke in a lazy tone.

That he took the initiative to talk to someone surprised his maids. To them, the prince had always been distant. It was a big shock that he actually spoke to someone voluntarily.

Is there anything special about that man?