Chapter 30: The Female Lead’s Halo Makes People Stupid

Jiang Niannian and the others divided up the spirit stones they won from the bet, and she returned Zhao Anming’s share to him.

“No need, Fairy. You can keep it; I don’t lack money.”

Jiang Niannian: “…” Classmate Xiu, please sit down.

(T/N this is actually an internet buzzword.. the original buzzword word is “Chen Xiu, please sit down.” Chen Xiu is the initiator of the New Culture Movement and the advocate of China’s first ideological emancipation movement in the 20th century. He became a meme because of the character Xiu in his name. The character Xiu from his name is playfully associated with the word “Daixiu,” which means to show off or be shown off.The author of this novel tweaked the meme, turning it into “Classmate Xiu, please sit down,” which is a playful way of calling someone out for showing off.)

Yin Buqi came down from the stage and saw Zhao Anming standing next to Jiang Niannian.

His expression darkened, and he quickly walked over, hugging Jiang Niannian tightly.

Even though he was a head taller than her, he still hunched over, pressing his head into her embrace and nuzzling against her.

“You won, Buqi.”

Jiang Niannian said with a gentle smile.

Her cub was, of course, the best.

“Niannian, the wound on my back is hurting again.”

His voice was somewhat pitiful, soft and weak.

His eyes were stunning, and when he looked at someone with such intensity, it seemed like he could drown them in his gaze.

Jiang Niannian patted his head, “We’ll apply medicine when we get back tonight, and I’ll blow on it for you.”

Zhao Anming, standing to the side, twitched the corner of his mouth.

Fairy hadn’t noticed because she was distracted earlier, but Zhao had clearly seen it all—that bloodthirsty, cruel gaze, the swift and deadly sword techniques, and the powerful aura of someone at the Soul Transformation Stage.

When the fairy was by his side, he was fragile and weak.

When she wasn’t around, he was like a category ten hurricane.

Yin Buqi’s pale complexion, long and slender but slightly gaunt frame, combined with that exceptionally beautiful face, certainly evoked sympathy.

However, his feigned helplessness was nothing more than calculated manipulation.

Zhao felt he needed to remind her: “Fairy, don’t you think you two are… a bit too close?”

He had seen Yin Buqi sixteen years ago when he was just a child, but now he was a grown man. Being so clingy to the fairy—it looked strange no matter how you viewed it.

“Really?”

Jiang Niannian showed a confused expression.

Hugging her own cub—what’s the problem with that?

“Men and women should keep a distance…”

Zhao Anming tried to say more, but when he looked up, he met Yin Buqi’s icy gaze, with a faint hint of red at the edges.

The message was clear.

—She’s mine.

—If you dare say anything that’s unfavorable to me in front of her, I’ll kill you.

Zhao Anming didn’t say another word.

He wasn’t the naïve kid from sixteen years ago, and he didn’t plan on recklessly exposing Yin Buqi’s true nature.

Soon, it was Jiang Niannian’s turn to compete.

She thought it had been a rare coincidence for Yin Ci to face Yin Buqi, but unexpectedly, her opponent was Tang Murou!

Your mom! This was absolutely outrageous!

Tang Murou bowed gracefully to her and then, wielding her peach blossom sword, launched her most elegant move, “Dance of Heaven’s Rain,” toward Jiang Niannian.

No man, upon seeing such a graceful figure and beautiful face, could bring himself to strike her.

But Jiang Niannian wasn’t a man, so, sorry! She wasn’t going to show any mercy to this delicate flower!

Dodging Tang Murou’s attack with agile movements, Jiang Niannian’s wrist flicked, creating a flurry of sword shadows that rushed at Tang Murou like wind and thunder.

Tang Murou’s pupils contracted, and she instinctively raised her sword to block. However, sensing danger from behind, she quickly turned her head, only to find Jiang Niannian’s sword already poised at her slender neck.

Just an inch more, and it would be fatal.

Jiang Niannian’s red lips curved into a smile. The figure Tang Murou had just seen was nothing but a fleeting illusion created by Jiang Niannian’s spiritual energy.

All she needed to do now was knock the sword out of Tang Murou’s hand to secure her victory.

A lock of Tang Murou’s smooth black hair was cut by the sword’s energy, and her eyes welled with tears, sorrow clouding her brow.

It was undeniable—this face had a lethal effect on men.

Seeing such a pearly tear-streaked face, even the most resolute heart would instantly melt.

But not Jiang Niannian—she was a woman, through and through!

In the original story, the man who fought Tang Murou had been mesmerized and, in pity, said, “Put down your sword; I won’t hurt you.”

But in his moment of hesitation, Tang Murou had killed him.

Recalling this, Jiang Niannian knocked Tang Murou’s peach blossom sword out of her hand.

The match was over.

Just as she was about to leave, the previously delicate Tang Murou’s gaze suddenly turned cold.

She picked up the fallen sword, spiritual energy surging, and stabbed it toward Jiang Niannian’s back!

However, Jiang Niannian reacted quickly, turning to counter.

Both swords… now raced against time!

“Ah!”

A cry of pain rang out as Jiang Niannian’s sword pierced Tang Murou’s shoulder, blood soaking through her thin gauze robe.

Tang Murou looked in disbelief at the sword in her shoulder.

“Murou!”

“Muruo!”

Two male voices shouted simultaneously.

Suddenly, a burst of powerful spiritual energy exploded, rushing toward Jiang Niannian!

The pressure was so great that she instinctively closed her eyes to brace herself.

“Boom!!!”

A terrifying sound followed, accompanied by flying debris.

When Jiang Niannian opened her eyes again, she saw Yin Buqi standing in front of her.

His sword had shattered under the impact of the spiritual energy, reduced to dust.

“Buqi, are you alright?!”

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yin Buqi gently replied, “Niannian, I’m fine.”

He turned, his expression cold as he looked at Tang Xuanye, smirking, “What, can’t handle losing?”

Tang Xuanye was clearly furious but remained silent.

“How are you, Murou?”

Another man rushed over, cradling Tang Murou in his arms, his face full of concern.

“Brother Jiuyou, it hurts so much,” Tang Murou whimpered, her lips quivering, her eyes filled with emotion.

Well, well, identity confirmed.

This man was Jiuyou, the Gu King from Miaojiang—one of the seven Dragon Balls.

Jiang Niannian wasn’t worried.

She was in the right, with countless witnesses.

The match had clearly ended, and it was Tang Murou who had attacked her first. Her counterattack was self-defense.

“Brother Jiuyou, it seems I’ve been poisoned,” Tang Murou whispered before fainting.

Jiuyou glanced at her shoulder, where thick black liquid oozed from the wound.

His eyes darkened as he glared at Jiang Niannian.

“You poisoned her.”

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Jiang Niannian quickly explained, “She attacked me first, and I only injured her in self-defense.”

“Lies! Even if Murou was in the wrong, how could you coat your sword with poison?!”

“I didn’t! If there was poison on my sword, the blood would have been black from the start! The black blood only appeared just now!”

Jiuyou sneered.

“Are you suggesting Murou poisoned herself to frame you? She’s too pure to do something like that! If anything happens to her, you won’t live either!”

“You—”

“Enough!” Tang Xuanye coldly interrupted.

“Take Murou to Lord Sage Fuhua immediately. We’ll investigate the poisoning later. For now, lock this woman in the water prison.”

This completely shattered Jiang Niannian’s worldview.

The female lead’s halo blinded everyone! Her mere presence caused lifelong chaos, but this wasn’t just chaos—it was stupidity! Had they all been possessed?

As a few cultivators advanced to arrest Jiang Niannian, Yin Buqi stepped in front of her, his eyes bloodshot, gritting his teeth: “I dare anyone to try!”