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Wen Jinbao stared incredulously at Feng Siyue’s hand.
The scissors and white paper were actually illusions created by her magic to deceive others.
“No, this can’t be! The paper figures were incredibly strong, and there were hundreds of them. How could you have easily created them with illusions!”
If this were true, even he wouldn’t dare to believe how abundant this young woman’s spiritual power was, to a shocking extent.
Feng Siyue said with a smirk, “If you don’t believe me, just look at the ground to see if there are any paper ashes. If they were real paper, there would be traces left. Elder Wen, as the host of the competition, wouldn’t you be able to see that? It would be quite disappointing if you couldn’t.”
Everyone looked at the competition stage, and there wasn’t a trace of ashes, not even any dust.
Was Elder Wen even competent? He couldn’t even figure this out? Trying to punish Han Yue, he ended up making a fool of himself. It was quite embarrassing.
To host the sect competition in the Northern Abyss, they should have found someone more capable to have any credibility.
Wen Jinbao saw Feng Siyue’s mocking eyes and immediately understood that she had done this on purpose!
She deliberately showed a flaw, pretending to break the rules, just waiting for him to fall into the trap.
His eyes turned malicious, wishing he could tear her apart!
But Feng Siyue seemed oblivious to his vicious gaze and said, “Oh, if you can’t handle it, let’s find someone else. I don’t think you’re fit for this position. After all, you’re old and your eyesight is failing. You’re not up to the task anymore.”
With that, she clapped her hands and jumped off the competition stage.
A true man never looks back at the explosion, and she, from the bottom of her heart, never bothers to look back at the petty people jumping in anger.
If you target her, be prepared for a counterattack. She has never been the kind of person to repay evil with good.
Offend her, and you’ll face retribution that matches the offense, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.
As soon as Feng Siyue stepped down, an umbrella was held over her head.
Shielded from the blinding sunlight, she comfortably looked up at Di Xuan Shang, thinking how thoughtful this man was. Noticing her dislike for the sun, he came over to hold an umbrella for her.
The umbrella looked brand new, with a faint smell of ink, which was quite pleasant.
No wonder he disappeared earlier; she thought he had left after watching the match, but he had actually gone to buy the umbrella.
Feng Siyue smiled even more brightly and said to Di Xuan Shang, “How was my performance today? Are you satisfied?”
The “satisfaction” she referred to was from their first meeting seven days ago when she said she would inherit the Tianmen Sword Sect, and he said she must gain his approval.
Surely, he should approve of her now, right?
Di Xuan Shang was about to nod but suddenly remembered how she exchanged glances with the two disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect, the Second Prince Baili Xuanyuan, and Jin Chanzi. He frowned slightly and said, “It was alright.”
“Not satisfied? Your standards are too high then.” Feng Siyue muttered, not discouraged at all, still smiling. “But it’s okay. There are still several matches to go. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied with me.”
As she spoke, she looked into Di Xuan Shang’s eyes, her gaze sly, as if hinting at something more.
Di Xuan Shang was captivated. He loved her lively, expressive eyes.
Suddenly, the single dog, Lu Chen, interrupted their eye contact.
“Han Yue, you are truly amazing and impressive! Come on, tell me, what is your real strength level? My curiosity is killing me!”
Seeing Lu Chen trying to get closer to Feng Siyue without any tact, Di Xuan Shang used the umbrella to block him and looked ahead, speaking to Feng Siyue.
“Your junior brothers from the Wujian Tower and the people from the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect are coming over.”
The Hundred Flowers Sword Sect was just a minor sect in the city of Desert.
Including the sect leader, elders, disciples, and even the gatekeeper, they only had a total of thirty-two people. Other sects had more people just for cleaning.
From the name Desert City, one could tell that the cultivation resources were not great.
And indeed, Desert City was located on the edge of the great desert, a remote place with thin spiritual energy. Most of the people living there were ordinary mortals who couldn’t cultivate, and they rarely saw any cultivators throughout the year.
Ning Sui and Gong Yuan, the two brothers, were picked up by the sect leader from the desert. They were on the brink of death, and the sect leader spent all the sect’s savings to save them.
The two brothers had exceptional talent. In such a small place, they had already reached the Martial King realm. If they had been in a resource-rich place like Jiaoyang City for the past decade, they might have been on par with today’s Buddha Son, Jin Chanzi.
Although the people from the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect had low cultivation levels and lacked talent, they were simple and kind-hearted. Over the years, almost the entire sect had been working to earn spirit stones for the two brothers so they could focus on their cultivation without distractions.
Feng Siyue was deeply moved and surprised when she heard this from the two brothers.
Compared to the cunning and treacherous people from the Cultivator Alliance and the Vast Academy, the people from the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect were simply wonderful.
With Di Xuan Shang’s approval, she brought them back, wanting to have a detailed discussion about their future plans.
On the way back, she sent a message to Little Tangguo and Little Mifan, asking them to prepare more dishes.
Lu Chen shamelessly joined the meal, having heard from Lan Yi that Han Yue’s son, Little Tangguo, was an excellent cook, even better than the food from the number one restaurant in the world. He had been looking for an opportunity to join such a meal for a long time.
Once he started eating, he almost swallowed his tongue.
“Little Tangguo, your cooking is absolutely amazing! Would you mind having one more mouth to feed in the future?”
Lu Chen affectionately put his arm around Little Tangguo’s small shoulder, wishing he could stay there forever.
But he knew that Xuan Shang would definitely kick him out.
Before Little Tangguo could respond, Little Mifan’s eyes twinkled, and she said loudly, “Sure, it’s just an extra pair of chopsticks. Of course, we don’t mind!”
The only question is whether Masked Uncle would mind.
According to the storybooks, you need to use a man to stimulate another man. If Uncle Lu Chen came around Mother every day, Masked Uncle might feel a sense of crisis, right?
She was truly a little genius!
Eventually, she would let Masked Uncle taste the food her brother cooked. Brother, you must be strong and help Mother capture a man’s heart through his stomach!
At the round table on the other side, the people from the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect had also filled their stomachs, and the dishes on the table were all gone. They all looked embarrassed and somewhat ashamed.
The food cooked by Little Tangguo was so delicious that they couldn’t help but eat every last bit, as if they had never had good food in their lives.
But to be honest, their sect, the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect, was so poor that they had indeed never had good food. They felt a bit awkward, afraid that Feng Siyue might think they were gluttons.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. Ning Sui and Gong Yuan are my junior brothers, the last survivors of Wujian Tower. I should be thanking you for taking care of them.”
Feng Siyue smiled warmly at everyone, her tone very friendly. “I believe they have already told you about that matter. What do you think?”
Everyone knew she was referring to the proposal of joining her sect along with Ning Sui and Gong Yuan.