Xi Yue let out a sigh of relief, hurried back to her room, and quickly gathered up the dical tools scattered around. With everything packed, she was ready to leave.
But as she turned around, she spotted a young man in red quietly standing at the doorway, watching her. The deep knowing look in his dark eyes made it clear—Xi Weizhi already knew exactly what she was about to do.
Xi Yue frowned slightly, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. “Weizhi, could you stay here for now? I’m worried this letter might be a ploy to lure us away. The Anling Family could be in danger.”
Xi Weizhi moved in closer, stopping closely in front of her. Looking down, his voice was soft and calm. “Xi Yue, you know I don’t want to leave you.”
The warmth of his breath brushed against her face, making Xi Yue instinctively feel a bit flustered and uneasy.
Not long ago, he had barely stood taller than her, just a young boy. But in just two months, he’d shot up, and now, standing before her, he radiated an undeniable intensity.
Xi Yue took a step back, her gaze lowering slightly. “If I’m not back in three days, co find at Heavenly dical Valley. Weizhi, I’m asking you as a favor.”
As she spoke the last sentence, Xi Yue lifted her gaze, her eyes clear and calm, with no trace of scheming or fear.
Weizhi’s expression softened, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. After a mont, he spoke quietly, “This is the first ti you’ve ever asked for anything. Alright, I’ll do it.”
…
At this ti, the Heavenly dical Valley’s outer sect’s square was bustling with activity, with bursts of lively cheers echoing from the southeastern corner.
That was the location of the famous [Destiny Arena] in Heavenly dical Valley.
Since Heavenly dical Valley was dedicated to the study of dicine, with healers devoted to saving lives, any form of combat was strictly forbidden within its grounds.
However, conflicts and grudges between cultivators and warriors were inevitable, so Heavenly dical Valley established the Destiny Arena in the southeastern corner of the outer sect’s square—a place where opponents could settle disputes, leaving their destiny to fate.
As long as both parties agreed and signed a duel contract, they could settle personal grudges on the Destiny Arena. The contracts varied, too—so allowed for life-or-death stakes, while others kept the fight within certain limits.
The excitent around the Destiny Arena ca from the fact that it had been ages since anyone had signed a life-or-death duel contract and stepped onto it.
“Ah!” A shrill scream ca from the ring.
So of the onlookers couldn’t bear the sight and look away, muttering to themselves.
Those standing in the outer area couldn’t see what was happening inside and couldn’t help but ask, “Who are in the duel? The inner sect evaluation is about to begin—why would they choose to settle their score now?”
“That’s where you’re mistaken. The two of them are on the Destiny Arena because they’re fighting for a spot in the inner sect evaluation.”
Another person shook their head with a sigh, sympathy filling their voice. “Poor Anling Yao. He worked so hard to secure a spot in the inner sect evaluation, only to have Chen Jian take it from him, all because his uncle is an outer sect official and his father a high-ranking instructor. Chen Jian even declared that unless Anling Yao challenges him in the Destiny Arena, he’ll never have another chance at that spot.”
As they spoke, a pained scream echoed from the arena, followed by the sickening sounds of bones cracking and blood being coughed up—it was Anling Yao.
Amid it all was Chen Jian’s wild laughter, mixed with onlookers’ reactions—so trying to stop the fight, while others cheered with excitent.
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