One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

"I have other matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you seniors any longer."

Ye Xing gave a perfunctory reply and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

"Hey! Ye Xing, stop right there!"

Lu Linglong stamped her feet in frustration and immediately ran after him, "Don't try to fool me! What did the Celestial Master talk to you about? Is it related to my great-grandfather's plan?!"

The two left the courtyard one after the other, their voices gradually fading into the distance.

Lu Jin put down his teacup and walked into the room. Looking at the broken bricks on the floor, he clicked his tongue.

"Old Zhang, what's going on with this kid?" Lu Jin lightly kicked a pebble on the ground, staring intently at Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei slowly walked to the armchair, sat down, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.

"The Quanzhen School has produced a promising talent this time."

"A promising talent? You mean Ye Xing?"

Lu Jin gasped. He knew Zhang Zhiwei's temper all too well; this old man had never praised a young person like that in his entire life.

"Alright, stop asking."

Zhang Zhiwei put down his teacup, waved his hand, lowered his eyes, and said no more.

……

At 5 p.m., the first day of competitions concluded.

All the advanced contestants gathered in front of the notice board in the center of the arena, waiting for the group draw the next day.

None of the old Celestial Masters or the Ten Elders showed up; only a few young Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion were in charge.

Ye Xing squeezed into the crowd and randomly grabbed a small piece of paper from a cardboard box.

He unfolded it and saw three words written on it: Iron Monkey.

Ye Xing stared at the three words, stunned for two seconds, looking completely bewildered.

Iron Monkey? Isn't that Wang Ye's opponent from the original story? That Tongbei Quan master, the guy who should have been taken down by Wang Ye with a Tai Chi routine, has actually been drawn by me?

So it turns out I'm going head-to-head with Wang Ye; I've taken all of his rivals.

Just then.

On the outskirts of the crowd, Wang Ye, sporting two large dark circles under his eyes, was yawning and looking at the note in his hand. He had been rather uninterested, but suddenly seemed to sense something.

Wang Ye raised his head and glanced at the crowd.

"It's weird."

Wang Ye scratched his chin, muttering to himself with a look of suspicion, "Why do I feel like I've missed something?"

On the other side, Zhang Chulan also squeezed out from the crowd.

"Chu Lan, who did you draw?"

Feng Xingtong leaned closer.

Zhang Chulan unfolded the note: "Shan Shitong, who is this guy? His name sounds quite scholarly."

Feng Xingtong's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his voice.

"Azure Talisman God, Shan Shitong. Chu Lan, you'd better be careful. This guy is a descendant of the Shan family, a family of talismans. His Azure Talisman, which can seal a person's Qi meridians, is impossible to defend against."

"Don't let his refined name fool you, he's really strong. The three people in the first match didn't last two rounds against him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's face immediately fell, and the arrogance he had displayed after winning the first match vanished in an instant.

"Sealing the Qi Meridians? That's incredibly unethical!"

Zhang Chulan sighed, already imagining the miserable scene of being turned into a zombie by talismans tomorrow.

Standing to the side, Feng Baobao remained silent, chewing on a cucumber she had taken from the cafeteria. Upon hearing the news about Shan Shitong, her clear, large eyes suddenly darted around twice.

"Zhang Chulan, don't panic."

Feng Baobao swallowed the cucumber and slowly pulled her hat down a little. "I have a way to guarantee you'll win tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan was so moved he almost cried.

"Sister Bao'er! I knew you were the most reliable! Tell me quickly, what tactics do you have?"

Feng Baobao patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder.

You'll find out tonight.

That night.

In a small, undeveloped grove on the back of Longhu Mountain, the night wind was chilly, and the leaves rustled.

Zhang Chulan followed Feng Baobao, walking forward with uneven steps.

"Sister Bao'er, why did you call me out in the middle of the night? And why did you have to come to this dark place?"

Zhang Chulan complained as he parted the branches.

Feng Baobao didn't say anything, she just pointed ahead.

Zhang Chulan peeked out.

By the faint moonlight, I could see a pit and a long, narrow object lying next to it.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a person, and one he had seen earlier that day—his opponent for tomorrow—Shan Shitong.

Dan Shitong writhed wildly on the ground, making muffled "woo-woo-woo" sounds in his throat, clearly very angry.

Zhang Chulan's jaw dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Sister Bao'er..."

Zhang Chulan's voice trembled as he pointed at the unidentified object on the ground, "This...this thing?"

“Shan Shitong, huh?”

Zhang Chulan covered his face, completely devastated.

......

Chapter 28 Feng Baobao's Differentness

The next morning, in the open space outside the Longhushan Martial Arts Arena.

The four huge electronic screens were already surrounded by people from different walks of life, all looking at today's match list.

Ye Xing, with his hands in his pockets, was slowly looking around.

Turning around, I saw Zhang Chulan with huge dark circles under his eyes, staggering towards me from the opposite side.

He looked as if he hadn't slept all night and had been completely drained of his energy.

"Yo, Chu Lan."

Ye Xing grinned, leaned forward, and nudged him with his elbow. "That physical work last night was pretty exciting, wasn't it?"

Zhang Chulan shuddered, abruptly raised his head, looked at Ye Xing with a face full of disbelief, and quickly looked around.

"Holy crap! Brother Ye, why are you following me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

[Zhang Chulan's shock was detected; his emotional value increased by 60!]

Hearing the crisp notification sound in his mind, Ye Xing waved his hand.

"Who has the time to follow you? With Bao'er's peculiar thought process, plus your completely exhausted state today, it's obvious what she took you to do. Burying someone must have been tiring, right?"

Zhang Chulan gasped, his lips twitching.

He was now completely convinced by Ye Xing. How could this person know everything, even what Bao'er was going to do?

"I'm convinced, completely convinced."

Zhang Chulan covered his face and sighed, "Sister Bao'er's methods are too wild. My heart almost couldn't take it. I was busy all night last night, and now I'm exhausted both physically and mentally."

[Zhang Chulan's admiration and helplessness were detected; emotion value +50!]

Ye Xing patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "You'll get used to it. There's a long road ahead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the loudspeaker next to the big screen blared.

"Next match: Feng Baobao vs. Wang Ergou. Players, please enter the arena immediately."

"Let's go see what Bao'er is all about."

Ye Xing called out, and the two followed the flow of people to the stands of the stadium.

I had just found a spot near the front when I saw Feng Baobao, wearing that tattered baseball cap, hands in her pockets, slowly strolling into the arena. Standing opposite her was a man in a suit and glasses, none other than Wang Ergou.

Zhang Chulan leaned against the railing, feeling a little uneasy.

"Brother Ye, do you think Sister Bao'er can win?" Zhang Chulan asked, turning his head to the side.

"You don't know enough about Bao'er's abilities."

Ye Xing grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them open. "Winning against someone like this isn't even a warm-up for her."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a disapproving female voice came from the side.

"My friend, you can't be so sure of yourself."

Ye Xing and Zhang Chulan turned their heads at the same time and saw a girl wearing black-rimmed glasses standing not far away, smiling at them.

There was also a man standing next to them, carrying a weapon and wearing a mask.

It was members of Lu Linglong's small group, Zhi Jinhua and Yun.

Ye Xingming feigned ignorance, asking, "Oh? What do you mean?"

Zhi Jinhua pushed up her glasses, looking quite professional.

“Wang Ergou is no ordinary person. His Rainbow Flowing ability is extremely special. As long as he hits you with different colored Qi, it will amplify the corresponding emotions of the opponent, thereby affecting the opponent.”

At this point, she looked at Feng Baobao in the arena with some sympathy: "That girl named Feng Baobao seems quite innocent. Faced with such a direct and soul-searching approach, she probably won't last more than three rounds."

As they were talking, the match in the arena had already begun.

Just as Zhi Jinhua had predicted, Wang Ergou moved nimbly, throwing out a large cloud of colorful Qi.