Chapter 67 Of course, I have to come and cheer for you (asking for investment and follow-up reading)
Early in the morning, the heavy fog lingered, not yet dispersed.
Under the eaves, Le Congsheng crouched, tightly holding Tang Baiwei's small hand, breathing warmth onto it to chase away the chill, providing her with endless comfort.
At this moment, Tang Baiwei sat in a wrought-iron wheelchair, her cheeks flushed, obediently feeling the warmth from Le Congsheng.
"Sheng, you mustn't lose your reason and be filled with anger because of me," she urged. "If you can't withstand Xiao Youjun in the upcoming arena battle, then let's temporarily yield. Preserve yourself and wait for the right moment!"
Hearing Tang Baiwei, still considering his well-being and advising him not to lose his senses despite her severe injuries, Le Congsheng felt the raging flame in his heart burn even more intensely.
"Mm, I understand. Don't worry," Le Congsheng said, his eyes crinkling into a smile as he tenderly comforted Tang Baiwei.
However, when he saw Tang Baiwei's legs, bound with iron braces, a sharp light flickered in his eyes. With Yuan's dedicated help, he would make Xiao Youjun pay a heavy price!
Just then, a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and fog, shining upon the young couple.
Warm and cozy.
「Phoenix Imperial Peak.」
Xiao Youjun briefly reviewed Le Congsheng's personal information, acquired from Tianji Hall, her face showing disdain. She casually crumpled the few sheets of paper into a ball and threw them into the trash can.
"A first-stage, mid-level cultivator with an ordinary third-rank earth-based defensive Cultivation Technique—this guy is too weak," she scoffed. "How did he even become friends with Hong Yuan? And Tianji Hall charged me a hundred Energy Stones for this pittance of information! Aren't they afraid of choking on it?"
Xiao Youjun pursed her lips, stood up, and stretched lazily.
Xu Haisheng, sitting beside her, was about to remind Xiao Youjun not to be careless. However, considering her increasingly erratic mood lately, he suppressed the urge, though an unsettling feeling lingered within him.
After a brief hesitation, Xu Haisheng still decided to offer a word of caution. "Youjun, you mustn't be careless. Even a lion uses its full might when hunting a rab—"
"I know, I know, Senior Brother!" Xiao Youjun interrupted perfunctorily. "Just watch how I deal with Le Congsheng later. I'm going to start by collecting some interest from him. I want to make Hong Yuan feel pain!"
She carelessly left the cabin, dashing towards the breeding yard behind. She had to carefully select some Bamboo Leaf Green and Silver Ring Snakes; she couldn't let Le Congsheng off easily.
Watching Xiao Youjun's retreating figure, Xu Haisheng sighed inwardly. But based on his knowledge of Le Congsheng, he didn't dwell on this bout.
Xiao Youjun was a first-stage, high-level cultivator and had ten first-stage Demon Beasts, as well as fifteen ferocious beasts to assist her. Her lineup was strong enough to bully even second-stage, low-level Martial Artists with weak foundations.
Xu Haisheng needed to prepare for his own battle. If he passed this round, he would face Zhang Tianyuan in the next.
Then, the score with Ten Thousand Beast Cave Heaven must be settled. A competition among ordinary Disciples, and they actually bring in a True Disciple?
Time, like a river, flowed ceaselessly day and night.
Soon, the moment for Le Congsheng and Xiao Youjun's match arrived.
The Yenwu Hall's massive square, protected by Formations, was now abuzz with people and extraordinarily lively. Most of the newly admitted Disciples had rushed there to seek entertainment, watch their strong peers compete, and pass the time. Several arenas had been set up in different locations on the Martial Arts Field's vast square to accommodate contestants from different groups, determining who would advance to the next round.
Near the arena for Group C7, Le Congsheng pushed Tang Baiwei's wheelchair forward.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Le Congsheng looked left and right, as if searching for someone. But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find that person, and a pang of disappointment hit him.
"Sheng, are you looking for Senior Brother Hong Yuan?" Tang Baiwei asked, looking up.
"Yes. Yuan must have been tied up with something…" Le Congsheng said, his voice tinged with melancholy.
"Look ahead! That Cultivation Brother waving and walking towards us, isn't that Senior Brother Hong Yuan?" Tang Baiwei suddenly pointed east.
To the east, Hong Yuan was hurrying over, a smile on his face.
Hong Yuan certainly understood the principle of giving before receiving. Besides, this trip had taken less than two hours. Since he was cooped up in his courtyard all day, he figured he might as well use this time as a break from his cultivation.
"Yuan! I didn't expect you to come!" Le Congsheng exclaimed, pleasantly surprised, and gave Hong Yuan's shoulder a light pat.
"You're my dearest friend; of course, I had to come and cheer you on," Hong Yuan replied with a warm smile.
Afterward, they pushed the wheelchair-bound Tang Baiwei together to the Group C7 arena, getting a close-up view of the disciples currently fighting on the platform.
On the other side of the Group C7 arena, Xiao Youjun was conversing with her Senior Brother Xu Haisheng. When she inadvertently caught sight of Hong Yuan, she immediately stopped talking.
Xiao Youjun glared, her eyes blazing with rage as she shot daggers at Hong Yuan. If looks could kill, Hong Yuan would have been riddled with a thousand holes by her gaze.
When Hong Yuan looked her way, Xiao Youjun pointed at Le Congsheng and made a throat-slitting gesture.
Hong Yuan was inwardly overjoyed at this development, but his face contorted with barely suppressed, indignant fury.
"Brother Cong Sheng," Hong Yuan said, gripping Le Congsheng's shoulder tightly, his voice low and urgent, "I think Xiao Youjun is targeting you because of me. I feel like she has something up her sleeve. If you really can't beat her later, we must concede immediately." He squeezed slightly, conveying his anger and deep concern for Le Congsheng's safety.
Le Congsheng followed Hong Yuan's gaze and immediately saw the arrogant, haughty Xiao Youjun. He initially thought Hong Yuan was worried he wasn't a match for Xiao Youjun, and that this would bring out that detestable "suffer a loss now for future gain" attitude of his.
At that, Le Congsheng's long-suppressed rage finally surged.
"I understand, Yuan. You can all rest assured," Le Congsheng said impassively.
Explode in silence, or die in silence!
Soon, the match between Le Congsheng and Xiao Youjun was about to begin.
Le Congsheng solemnly handed Tang Baiwei's wheelchair handles to Hong Yuan, then walked forward with an air of tragic heroism, like a warrior marching to his doom.
"Senior Brother Hong Yuan, Sheng won't do anything foolish, will he?" Tang Baiwei's voice trembled with nervousness. She sensed something was terribly wrong. To support our work, please read on M|V|LE_MPYR.
"I don't know," Hong Yuan said gravely. "But I believe Brother Cong Sheng isn't one to act rashly."
Atop the Group C7 arena platform, under the outer sect deacon's instruction, Xiao Youjun and Le Congsheng exchanged fist-and-palm salutes, then walked to designated opposite corners, facing each other.
Xiao Youjun glanced at the tense Hong Yuan below the stage and couldn't resist taunting Le Congsheng. "What's with the cold facade? Trying to avenge Tang Baiwei? I still remember how enthusiastically she screamed, how joyously she cried out."
SQUEAK!
Le Congsheng's fists clenched so hard they audibly creaked. He wished he could shatter Xiao Youjun's pretty face right then and there. Femme fatale? Vicious bitch!
"Another silent type? So boring." Xiao Youjun chuckled, feigning cuteness, but her words were venomous. "After I take you down, Hong Yuan will stand up for you, won't he? Hehe~"
Le Congsheng was now thoroughly enraged. Hong Yuan had always helped him selflessly, without any concern for status. He was his brother through life and death! And this vicious woman dared to target Hong Yuan too?!
"You harmed Bai Wei? And now you want to target Yuan? I'll fight you to the death!" Le Congsheng roared.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The outer sect deacon struck the gong, sternly warning Xiao Youjun to watch her language.
Then he leaped from the stage, shouting, "The match begins!"