Chapter 29: Yin Buqi, Eagerly Awaiting

“Master… I didn’t lose…” Jiang Ziyou said before fainting.

Wen Shili frowned, his eyes like dark jade, and instructed his attendant, “Quickly summon Lord Sage Fuhua.”

His voice was cold, like clear water from an ancient well.

“Yes, True Monarch!”

“Wait, I’ll go myself.”

The round trip would waste more time, so it would be better for him to go directly.

Wen Shili slightly turned his handsome face, his cold eyes sweeping over the trembling Li Er, who was kneeling on the ground.

“Please, Master, forgive me! I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have poisoned the Soul-Devouring Nails; it violated the rules of the tournament. I am guilty, I am guilty!”

“Please, have mercy! If I had known he was your disciple, I would never have… puff!!!”

Wen Shili waved his white, wide sleeves, and a powerful burst of spiritual energy erupted, stirring up layers of waves.

The people present were all affected, and those with weaker spiritual energy almost lost their stability.

Li Er was thrown to the ground by the tremendous spiritual force, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying several dozen feet away, fainting.

“Take this person to the water prison. I will deal with him personally.”

Wen Shili left these words and took Jiang Ziyou in his arms, flying away on his sword.

His white clothes seemed like falling snow, his wide sleeves rolling in the air as if he might ascend to immortality at any moment.

“This True Monarch Qinghe directly destroyed Li Er’s meridians and won’t let him die immediately. He even has him sent to the water prison… That’s too harsh!”

“According to the rules of the Immortal Alliance Conference, using poison in combat is indeed punishable by imprisonment in the water prison.”

“Exactly, Li Er was really attacking the True Monarch’s beloved disciple. It’s like slapping the True Monarch’s face; everyone knows how protective True Monarch Qinghe is of his disciples…”

A disciple from the Qinggu Peak came over and whispered, “You don’t know, Jiang Ziyou and his master sleep in the same room, share the same quilt, and sleep in the same bed!”

“Really?!”

“I’m not kidding. I even saw them doing that kind of…”

“Quickly say, what kind of thing?” Several people nearby were keen to hear, but the disciple suddenly turned red and fell silent.

A cold male voice reached his ears through spiritual sense: “Since you can’t control your tongue, I will take care of it. From today, anyone who uses private slander to harm others in the Rimuli sect will be expelled from Qinggu Peak!”

It was True Monarch Qinghe! He heard!

The disciple seemed still stunned by the godlike arrival and ran away in a somewhat crazed state.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know; let’s continue watching the match.”

Jiang Nian’s eyes were serious as she silently watched everything that had happened.

She remembered the ending of the novel—Wen Shili had suddenly died.

How did he die?

“Next match—Yin Ci versus Yin Buqi!”

This announcement interrupted Jiang Nian’s thoughts.

She looked up sharply.

What a coincidence!

On the stage was a young man, around seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a dark robe with arrow sleeves, a high ponytail, and golden hairpins.

His features were handsome and rebellious. At the end of his right eye was a blood-red mole, repeatedly mentioned in the novel as belonging to the male lead, Yin Ci.

There was a chorus of gasps from the audience.

“Niannian, I’m going up first.”

Yin Buqi smiled at Jiang Niannian, but his gaze towards the stage was filled with a hint of cruel bloodthirstiness.

“Okay, if you can’t win, don’t force yourself. It’s not shameful to admit defeat when necessary.”

Jiang Niannian said.

Her little cub was great, but the opponent was the male lead.

“Niannian, are you worried about me?”

She smiled and patted his head, “If I’m not worried about you, who would I worry about?”

Yin Buqi bent slightly, affectionately rubbing her soft palm, and said, “Don’t worry, Niannian, I won’t lose.”

Jiang Niannian didn’t want to undermine his confidence, so she went along with him, “Got it; our Buqi is the best.”

Yin Buqi’s lips curved into a slight smile, and he leaped onto the stage.

Yin Buqi had beautiful, pale white skin.

His red and black outfit sparkled under the blazing sun, adding a touch of cold, rebellious charm to his flawless white face.

His red eyes were full of shadowy allure, mesmerizing like poppies.

The audience below gasped again.

Yin Ci frowned upon seeing the opponent, showing impatience.

“So slow. It’s a waste of time fighting with an unknown person like you. Draw your sword.”

Yin Buqi coldly smiled.

His brother was indeed spoiled and arrogant.

The swords were drawn, and the battle began.

The swords clashed, and a swift wind appeared!

The two sword shadows created white streaks of light in the air, moving like flowing clouds and water.

Jiang Niannian watched below, her blood boiling with excitement. Her face was calm, but her heart was shouting, “Baby! Go! Yes, stab there! Mommy has prepared the 40-meter-long sword for you! Go baby! Cut him!”

“Hey, who do you think will win?”

“Of course, it’s Young Master Yin Ci from the Rimuli. He became famous in his youth, with countless challengers among his peers, but no one could defeat him. Even among the entire mortal realm, he’s outstanding.”

“But I think the one called Yin Buqi seems to have the upper hand. Let’s place a bet. I’ll bet on Yin Buqi.”

“Let’s bet then!” Another person rolled up his sleeves and put one hundred spirit stones on the table.

“I bet on Yin Ci. Young Master Yin Ci cannot lose!”

Most people were eager to bet, but few dared to bet large amounts.

They only put up tens or hundreds of spirit stones.

Most people bet on Yin Ci, while only a few bet on Yin Buqi.

Jiang Niannian was displeased.

She couldn’t stand others saying her little cub wouldn’t win. She took out one thousand spirit stones and placed them on the table.

“I bet on Yin Buqi.”

A person advised, “Miss, that’s too much. What if…”

Jiang Niannian interrupted, “There’s no what if. I believe in him.”

At this moment, a pair of rather good-looking hands placed ten thousand spirit stones on the table.

A clear, bright male voice came from the crowd: “Ten thousand spirit stones, bet on Yin Buqi.”

Jiang Niannian looked up and saw Zhao Anming.

He smiled and said, “Fairy, it’s been a while. You really didn’t deceive me.”

“What are you doing?!” Though she wasn’t sure her little cub would win, she wanted to at least give him some face.

But Zhao Anming had thrown down ten thousand spirit stones for no reason…

Now it was Jiang Niannian’s turn to advise him.

“Quickly take it back. Ten thousand spirit stones is not a small amount.”

Zhao Anming lightly shook his folding fan and said, “I’m not afraid. Even if I lose, making the fairy happy is worth it. Besides, this money is just a drop in the bucket for me.”

Jiang Niannian’s lips twitched.

–Well, I guess the only thing I can’t seem to adapt to here is you. So what if you’ve got money?

She asked, “How have you been these years?”

Zhao Anming’s smile suddenly froze, his expression becoming a bit forlorn.

He sighed, “It’s been like that. After my father passed away, everything fell on my shoulders. I suddenly realized many things.”

“Your father… died?”

“Yes, he died many years ago.”

Jiang Niannian was taken aback.

He’s really gone…

A dull sound of a sword hitting the ground came from the stage.

The audience gasped.

“Oh my god! How could Yin Ci lose? I can’t believe it! I don’t believe it!”

“Just accept your fate. The spectators’ eyes are sharp; they clearly saw that Yin Buqi used a beautiful and cunning combo to knock Yin Ci’s sword away!”

“Young Master Yin, who never loses, actually lost. I can’t accept it! My spirit stones! My three hundred spirit stones!”

Jiang Niannian looked sharply at the stage… Her little cub won?!

On the stage, Yin Ci, with a sword wound on his right arm, had lost strength and was kneeling on the ground, leaning on his sword.

So fast, so fast! This person’s swordsmanship is too fast!

Every sword strike was perfect and clean, leaving no flaw to be found, and he clearly felt that the opponent hadn’t used full strength!

Yin Ci panted heavily, his chest rising and falling violently, but he stubbornly said to Yin Buqi, “I admit you are strong, but one day, I will defeat you!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Yin Buqi’s tone was calm, with a hint of laziness and mockery, making one’s spine tingle.

He then looked down coldly at Yin Ci and said, “Yin Buqi, eagerly awaiting.”