"Oi, you two!" His voice rang out, sharp and loud, as he pointed at two figures in the crowd—Yu Feng and Zhou Feng, his favourite odd couple. "Get your asses up here. Let's have a chat!"
Yu Feng's lip twitched. This brat! Did he have any idea who he was ssing with? She fought the urge to break her cover, unleash her true cultivation, and bury him six feet under.
"Brother Xiaobai, I don't have ti for your idiocy," she said coldly, her arms crossed as though she were judging an insect. Right now, in her disguise as Xiao Yu, her voice carried a manly tone—deep and unruffled, like she was above it all. She tilted her head and added with a sweet smile, "But if you really want contribution points, try begging! Who knows? It might just work."
The crowd burst into laughter, the sharp, mocking kind that only made things worse.
"..." Su Xiaobai's grin twitched.
Fatty Zhou scratched his head, looking sheepish, added. "Uh, brother… I don't have many points left. If you want a big haul, you should try Brother Zhenhai. He's got more points than all of us combined."
He gestured toward a tall, imposing figure at the edge of the crowd—Liu Zhenhai, ranked eighth in the inner court.
Like Su Xiaobai, he was one of Bai Yujian's personal disciples.
Liu Zhenhai had originally co to watch Lan iyu put Su Xiaobai in his place. But after seeing her get stomped into the ground, he'd lost interest. Now, his sharp gaze was fixed squarely on Su Xiaobai.
Su Xiaobai's eyes lit up for a mont—then dimd when he felt the man's aura.
Liu Zhenhai wasn't just strong.
He was at the soul fusion realm.
"Fatty, why the hell are you trying to ruin my reputation?" Su Xiaobai hissed under his breath.
Liu Zhenhai snorted, his gaze like a blade. Did this cocky brat actually think he could take on a Soul Fusion Realm cultivator?
Beating outer disciples was one thing.
But this?
This was practically begging for a beating.
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"Is he really gonna fight Liu Zhenhai?" soone whispered.
"Does he even have a death wish that big?"
Su Xiaobai's fingers twitched as his brain worked overti. This wasn't part of the plan. He'd wanted points, not a one-way ticket to the afterlife.
'Fatty Zhou, you big-mouthed traitor. If I live through this, I'm feeding you to a spirit beast.'
The arena fell silent. All eyes were on Su Xiaobai, waiting to see if he'd dare to take the bait.
His confident smile stiffened. For once, it seed like his carefully crafted plans had co crashing down around him.
Liu Zhenhai didn't wait for Su Xiaobai to respond. Instead, he stepped into the arena with an unhurried grace, each step a asured strike against the silence. His boots hit the stage like the rhythmic beat of war drums, steady and ominous.
Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. Oh, great. Here cos Sword Saint.
Liu Zhenhai's eyes were cold, sharp, and unwavering—like a sword tempered in the void itself. His expression betrayed no emotion at first glance, but the subtle clench of his jaw and the faint flicker of disdain in his gaze spoke everything.
He hadn't always looked at Su Xiaobai like this. No, the disdain ca later—when Bai Yujian, the revered Sword Fairy of Bai Peak, made an announcent that shook his world.
She had taken another disciple.
And not just any disciple. A rat.
That's what Su Xiaobai was to him. Not even a proper opponent, but so scrappy, opportunistic rodden who had clawed his way up the ranks through sheer audacity and luck. To Liu Zhenhai, the idea of sharing the title of "personal disciple" with Su Xiaobai was nothing short of blasphemy.
"I will teach my Junior Brother a few moves," Liu Zhenhai said, his voice calm but heavy with unsaid threats. His words cut through the crowd's murmurs like the slash of a blade. There was no arrogance in his tone, only the quiet confidence of a man who knew exactly where he stood—with his sword above all.
He didn't smirk or sneer. No, Liu Zhenhai wasn't the type to lower himself with cheap theatrics. Instead, he regarded Su Xiaobai with the sa dispassion he might show a practice dummy.
The crowd erupted in whispers.
"Is he really going to fight Su Xiaobai?"
"This isn't a fight; it's a funeral in the making!"
Su Xiaobai tilted his head, lazily scratching the back of his neck. "Oh? You want to teach ? That's sweet, Senior Brother. Are you planning to tuck in after, too? Maybe read a bedti story?"
Liu Zhenhai's expression didn't change, but the faintest twitch in his fingers betrayed his irritation. "Your tongue is as reckless as your actions, Junior Brother. I simply can't have you dragging our master's na through the dirt with your… antics."
He gestured toward the arena, where defeated disciples still groaned and healers scrambled to patch them up. "A proper disciple of the White Jade Sword should carry himself with honor. Not like so… rabid dog off its leash."
Su Xiaobai's smirk faltered for a mont. "Wait, what did you say again?"
"I said, stop embarrassing our master."
"No, you idiot," Su Xiaobai snapped. "Who the hell did you call the White Jade Sword?"
Liu Zhenhai frowned, his brow furrowing just slightly. "You don't even know Master's title?" His voice dropped an octave, his disdain sharpening, "And you call yourself her disciple. Tch. You're an insult to her na."
"..."
Su Xiaobai's face darkened, but not for the reasons the crowd suspected. While they whispered among themselves about how disgraceful it was that Su Xiaobai didn't even know his own master's title, Su Xiaobai was spiraling into an inner crisis.
Their opinions didn't even matter. What mattered was the nuclear-level panic detonating in his head.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
Bai Yujian is the White Jade Sword!?
The legendary White Jade Sword!??
The one whom that Prince was simping for day and night after!?
All this ti she was the one… Wait… shit. He rembered now. She did call herself that during the trials in the cave!
Dammit!
And then there was the love letter.
Oh, heavens. Yesterday, he'd handed her the damn thing with a cocky grin, practically throwing himself at her feet like a horny beast in heat. Not to ntion the endless stream of bullshit he'd spat right to her face.
'Wei Jun, please tell you clarified your identity in that letter. Otherwise, I'm beyond screwed.'
"..."
Liu Zhenhai's cold glare softened into sothing unreadable. Then, to Su Xiaobai's absolute horror, the man bowed. Deeply.
The crowd's whispers turned into a roar.
Su Xiaobai blinked, his brain stalling like a rusted sword jamd in its sheath. Wait. Why is he bowing?
A cold chill crept up his spine. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no.
He chuckled nervously, his laugh as shaky as his knees. Slowly, he began to turn his head, every muscle in his neck protesting as if the heavens themselves were trying to stop him.
Behind him, the faint sound of footsteps echoed—calm, deliberate, and far too ominous for his liking.
Don't tell she's behind .
He chuckled again, this ti louder and more forced. His head tilted back just enough to catch the edge of a white robe and a glint of steel at her hip.
The words he'd been dreading finally ca, spoken in that calm, asured tone that could chill even the bravest soul to the core.
"Su Xiaobai," Bai Yujian said softly, her words cleaving through the air like a blade through silk. "I believe we need to have a proper… conversation."
Su Xiaobai's vision blurred for a mont. 'Of course. The chapter just had to end on a cliffhanger.'
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