After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

"The one from the southern border is much stronger, look at his muscles..."

Hu Zhilan curled her lip and said disdainfully, "What's so great about them? Any one of my Hu family's guest retainers is better than them."

Her gaze swept over the seats in the Qin residence, and she suddenly asked:

"Hey, where's that country bumpkin?"

Upon hearing this, the maid beside her whispered:

"Miss, that young master Xu hasn't shown up yet..."

Hu Zhilan snorted at this, "Hmph, I'm afraid he doesn't dare to come, right? Well, with his pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivation, it would be embarrassing for him to go on stage."

She still believes that Xu Ze's Nascent Soul cultivation, like Wan Yi's back then, was achieved through external forces.

Besides having some money and being a nouveau riche, what else does Xu Ze have to offer?

How can she compare to the most perfect man in her heart, His Highness the Fourth Prince?

It's incomparable.

Hu Zhilan probably never dreamed of this.

Today, her worldview, along with all her beautiful fantasies about the Fourth Prince... are about to be shattered.

Among the four great families, the Cui family held a prominent position.

Cui Lin sat upright, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the Qin residence.

He is also looking for someone.

But he searched the entire training ground and still couldn't find the person.

"Strange..." he murmured, "Why didn't he come?"

Just then, a gasp came from the arena.

The Eastern Continent swordsman unleashed a single slash, forcing the Southern Border martial artist off the stage and securing victory.

The host's voice resounded throughout the venue:

"Eastern Continent, Green-Clad Swordsman Wins!"

"Next match: Song Xunzhen from Beiju Luzhou will face off against Zen Master Huineng from Jingang Temple in Xizhou!"

On the stands, Song Xunzhen's face turned pale.

The Kongo-ji Temple in Saiga Ushishu is renowned for its physical strength and Buddhist supernatural powers.

It is said that Zen Master Huineng had mastered the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to a high degree, reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

But Song Xunzhen was merely a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator…

"Young Master Song, it's your turn," urged the steward of the Qin family.

Song Xunzhen took a deep breath and braced himself as he stepped onto the ring.

Opposite them, a large, fat monk wearing a kasaya was already standing there.

The monk was twelve feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his muscles gleaming with a faint golden light; he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Amitabha." Zen Master Huineng put his hands together in prayer. "Please, benefactor."

Song Xunzhen forced a smile: "Please, Zen Master."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zen Master Huineng struck out with his palm.

That palm strike was simple and unadorned, without any fancy techniques; it was just a simple palm strike.

But Song Xunzhen felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her.

He fought with all his might, unleashing all his magical weapons and displaying all the skills he had learned in his life.

"boom!"

one move.

Just one move!

Song Xunzhen coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"No way? Is this all the cultivators in Beiju Luzhou are capable of?"

"He was knocked down in one move, he's too weak!"

"It seems the Qin family won't get a very good ranking this time. I heard that the whole family moved to our Central Continent together, and yet the heir has such little ability..."

The murmurs rose and fell, reaching Song Xunzhen's ears, making him wish he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move.

Zen Master Huineng stepped forward and clasped his hands together in prayer:

"Benefactor, you are too kind."

Song Xunzhen closed her eyes with a bitter smile.

He knew that he had utterly disgraced the Song family.

Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to make a name for myself so that the Song family could establish itself in the future.

Now it's all gone in the blink of an eye.

Just then.

A sudden clang of swords echoed throughout the entire arena.

The sword's cry was clear and melodious, as if it came from the heavens above, or as if it resonated from the depths of everyone's heart.

Everyone was stunned.

They turned their heads and saw a figure slowly walking towards the entrance of the martial arts arena.

It was a woman, dressed in a plain white dress with a light blue gauze overlay, her long black hair tied up with only a jade hairpin.

She was bare-faced and without makeup.

Yet, it was this plain-looking face that made everyone unable to look away.

It wasn't because of her beauty, although she was indeed stunningly beautiful.

It was because of the aura emanating from her.

It was an extremely sharp sword intent, hidden yet capable of making every cultivator feel their heart tremble.

It was as if she herself was a sword.

A drawn sword.

She walked over step by step, her pace neither hurried nor slow.

"It's that female swordswoman from the overpass this morning!"

"My god, a sword cultivator at the Void Refinement stage, what kind of combat power must that be..."

Wherever Ding Wan went, the crowd automatically parted to make way for her.

No one dared to stand in her way.

Everyone gaped in astonishment, whispering amongst themselves, curious about which family this fairy represented.

Song Xunzhen stared wide-eyed at the figure in disbelief.

"The female sword immortal of the Ding family?!"

How did she end up here?

No, since Xu Ze has come to Zhongzhou, it's normal for her, as Xu Ze's Daoist partner, to come as well.

So, does this mean Ding Wan is a guest retainer of the Qin family?!

"Greetings, Fairy Ding." Song Xunzhen bowed with difficulty.

"No need for such formalities."

Ding Wan didn't look at him. Her gaze swept across the arena, over the stunned audience, and finally landed on the VIP seats.

There, Qin Yi was staring at her, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Ding Wan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Then, she withdrew her gaze and slowly walked onto the ring.

“I will take the place of one of the Qin family’s guest advisors in the battle.”

"Should we change the list? Which one should we replace..." The steward in charge of registration paused for a moment, then began to quickly search through the list from the Prime Minister's residence.

"Xu Ze".

Ding Wan softly uttered two names.

A brief silence fell over the room as everyone silently repeated the name.

Someone immediately realized what was happening:

"Isn't that the one who bought the Prince's Mansion a few days ago?"

"What kind of cultivator has the Prime Minister befriended?"

"I don't know, I've only heard that he has a close relationship with the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family..."

in the audience.

Qin Yi's eyes flickered, and the heavy weight in her heart finally lifted.

senior!

You yourself are too busy to come, yet you still insist on keeping our agreement in this way?

You bastard!

"As expected of you, even your old friend possesses sword intent and such cultivation..."

do not know why.