‘Hmm, she’s no match for her.’
As Mu Fan watched Luo Xin’Er, a graceful figure surfaced unbidden in his mind, prompting the thought.
“Feng Hao is here too!”
Another gasp rippled through the crowd, and everyone looked over once more.
In the distance, the crowd slowly parted to form a path.
A figure in a white robe emerged, head held high.
Unlike Luo Xin’Er, who had arrived alone, this man was followed by dozens of figures.
Each of them stood with their heads held high and chests puffed out, casting scornful glances at the surrounding crowd.
‘Ying Weiwei!’
Mu Fan’s attention, however, wasn’t on Feng Hao.
His gaze fell instead to the figure at Feng Hao’s side—one he knew all too well.
“As expected of Senior Brother Feng’s cousin.
He really has an extraordinary air about him.”
Hearing the crowd’s murmurs of admiration, Mu Fan instantly understood.
‘So he’s that guy’s cousin,’ he thought.
‘No wonder Ying Weiwei is with him!’
“Tch, you probably don’t know this, but Feng Hao is only seventeen and already at the Peak of the Spirit Absorption Realm.
His future accomplishments might even surpass his cousin’s!”
Someone else chimed in with praise.
“Maybe the winner of this year’s tournament will be one of those two.”
One person’s comment immediately drew a chorus of agreement from the onlookers.
Once Feng Hao and his entourage stopped, Ying Weiwei began scanning the crowd.
“There.
That’s Mu Fan.”
A cold sneer touched her lips the moment she spotted Mu Fan.
She leaned over and whispered to Feng Hao.
Feng Hao followed her gaze.
After getting a clear look at Mu Fan, he started walking toward him.
The crowd immediately made way.
“So, you’re Mu Fan?”
Feng Hao’s expression was steeped in arrogance.
“Are you the one who keeps offending my cousin?”
Feng Hao practically looked down his nose at him, an expression meant to display his superiority.
“If you’ve got something to say, spit it out!”
Mu Fan stared at them with unconcealed impatience.
“Such audacity!
Let’s see if you’re still this arrogant during the tournament!”
Feng Hao’s eyes narrowed at his words, making no attempt to hide the killing intent he felt toward Mu Fan.
“Our dear Senior Brother Mu has always been so full of himself.
I have no idea where he gets his confidence!”
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“Whoa!
So *this* is the infamous Mu Fan!”
“Who’s Mu Fan?
Never heard of him.”
“He’s that good-for-nothing who supposedly spent three years guarding his master’s tomb!”
Her words sent a ripple of murmurs through the crowd.
The crowd’s gazes on Mu Fan were now tinged with disdain and contempt.
“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.
Cripple your cultivation, get out of the Taiqing Sect, and I’ll let you live.”
Feng Hao eyed Mu Fan coldly, his expression one of utter disdain.
Feng Hao reveled in this feeling, as if he were a supreme being holding the power of life and death in his hands.
“Pfft!”
Mu Fan let out a short, derisive laugh.
“What are you laughing at!”
“I’m laughing at how clueless you are.
A seventeen-year-old at the Peak of Spirit Absorption.
You don’t really think that makes you a big shot, do you?”
Mu Fan gave him a disdainful look, unwilling to waste any more breath on him.
“You!”
“Fine.
We’ll see if you’re still laughing later!”
Feng Hao’s expression faltered.
He remembered that this person had reached the Peak of Spirit Absorption before he was even ten years old, and the last of his pride evaporated.
Still, he shot back a final threat before stalking away resentfully.
“You good-for-nothing.
This time, there won’t be anyone showing up out of nowhere to save you!”
Ying Weiwei glared viciously at Mu Fan, her eyes seeming to narrow further as she spoke.
Mu Fan watched them go, his expression impassive.
He didn’t let them affect his mood in the slightest.
“Silence!”
Just as the crowd was buzzing with discussion about what had just happened, a figure appeared, hovering in the distance.
His voice boomed like a great bell, the single word stunning the tens of thousands of people present into a daze.
The previously raucous martial arts arena fell silent.
Everyone looked up to see several figures materializing on the pavilion at the far end of the arena.
They were none other than the elders of the Inner Sect’s various peaks, accompanied by a striking, fiery red figure who stood out among them.
The fiery red figure carried herself with a proud air.
Her long black hair was casually tied back, revealing a slender, pale neck.
The red robes failed to conceal her proud, full bust, and her waist was so slender it looked as if it could be encircled by a single hand, making onlookers gulp.
Even more captivating were her legs—as fair and smooth as porcelain, straight yet perfectly rounded, peeking out from beneath her robes.
GULP!
The sound of gulping echoed across the martial arts arena.
“Senior Sister Shen, just kill me!”
Some even let out desperate howls.
Facing the crowd’s ravenous gazes, Shen Muyao’s exquisite, bewitching face was a mask of languor.
Combined with her attire, she was a sight no one could look away from.
Shen Muyao’s gaze swept casually across the crowd below before finally landing on Mu Fan.
Mu Fan met her gaze, a faint smile touching his eyes.
‘She really came.’
She held Mu Fan’s gaze for a moment before offering a slight smile and looking away.
But that smile, blossoming in an instant like a flower, sent the crowd below into another frenzy of howls.
AHHHHHHH!
“Senior Sister Shen was just smiling at me!”
“Bullshit!
She was clearly smiling at me!”
“Shut up!”
Feng Hao, standing at the front of the crowd, shot a vicious glare at the few who had just spoken, his expression turning cold as he snarled.
‘He had also seen Shen Muyao’s faint smile and had naturally assumed it was for him.
In his mind, he was the only one present worthy of earning such a smile from the beauty!’
Though resentful, no one dared to say anything more in the face of the tyrannical Feng Hao.
They could only curse him silently in their hearts.
「On a pavilion far from the crowd.」
Feng Yuan’s gaze was fixed on Shen Muyao, inwardly surprised that she would come to such a place.
‘You really do have a great secret!’
But his interest in Shen Muyao paled in comparison to his interest in Mu Fan.
It had only been a month since the boy was on the verge of death, and now he had reached such a level.
He’d sooner die than believe it wasn’t due to some great fortuitous opportunity.
‘Hmph!
You won’t escape in the end.’
A greedy glint flashed in Feng Yuan’s eyes as he muttered to himself.
Thinking of the series of traps he had prepared for Mu Fan, Feng Yuan felt a surge of confidence.
No matter how powerful the boy had become, there was no way he would make it through what was coming.
Mu Fan, of course, had no idea what Feng Yuan had in store for him.
But even if he had known, he would have only scoffed.
After all, in the face of true strength, all schemes and plots were as fragile and useless as clay pots.