Chapter 303: Heavenly Net Umbrella

Yuan Muyu hadn't even heard what the old man was saying.

Even if she had heard clearly, she probably couldn't have answered.

The opposing general, Dugu Qingli, she didn't know well, making it hard to offer any targeted advice.

Lu Xingzhou, Lu Nuonuo—she thought she understood him... but deep down she also knew that after so much time apart, Lu Xingzhou had risen from seventh grade to third grade; he certainly couldn't be the same as what she knew.

But even if she did understand him, she couldn't help others fight against Lu Xingzhou.

At most, she could bully A-Nuo a little.

But the problem arose: if she couldn't provide any help, then her initial idea of using others to undermine the prestige of the Heavenly Jade Holy Land would have to be shelved, and it would also affect the strategies of all the demonic paths in her alliance.

For ten years, working under Lu Xingzhou's assistance, she had only received his support. This was the first time Yuan Muyu felt what it was like when Lu Xingzhou was on the opposing side, even though Lu Xingzhou hadn't actively done anything.

Bitter, sweet, sour, and spicy—like overturning a jar of five flavors, every taste was present.

From this verification, severing emotions was correct.

Being bound by emotion can only make the heart restless and full of flaws. Even though it has already been "severed," seeing each other again still causes waves to churn in the sea of the heart; how can one speak of the Great Dao then?

Only by severing it completely and cleanly can one remain untroubled.

But at least for now... it wasn't clean.

It hurts so much... when seeing him stand on Sister's side.

"Yan Jun? Yan Jun?" The old man's voice came from beside her ear, feeling as if it came from beyond the nine heavens.

Yuan Muyu spoke in a sleep-talking manner: "Anyway, the first group isn't fighting them; let's just watch for now."

With Lu Xingzhou around, Yuan Muyu hadn't liked using her brain for a long time, but since he had been gone for so long, she had to think more herself. Whether one says it or not, the current Yuan Muyu was closer to what people imagined the Yan Jun to be; at least she could make clear judgments on many things.

For instance, she also keenly realized that this grand competition had a slightly different flavor compared to previous years.

In past years, it was said that the royal family would always secretly trip up the Heavenly Jade Holy Land, but that was done secretly, absolutely not to be spoken of. Thus, the tricks they could employ were relatively few, playing it like a gentleman's contest; just like her this time, guiding others behind the scenes, there was no way they would stand openly as enemies.

But now, Gu Zhanting's secret conspiracy with Dongyue Han Chuan and the Tian Shuang Kingdom was exposed. Even if he could still shift the blame, saying he didn't do it, Ye Ting Lan was not a fool who would let him shirk responsibility. The relationship between the two sides had clearly reached the brink of rupture; Ye Ting Lan had already begun to support the Tian Shuang Kingdom's Lord Si Han.

Under such circumstances, Gu Zhanting might tear off his mask and do even more serious things.

Additionally, it seemed that visitors from the Ancient Realm had appeared in the Tian Shuang Kingdom, and there was also some conflict with Ye Ting Lan. The Great World in the Sea, mysterious in ten thousand ways, has always been a place with more intersections with the Ancient Realm; who knows if there are other messy matters here.

She, Yuan Muyu, originally wanted to be the oriole waiting behind, but what are you, Lu Xingzhou, doing standing here?

While she was lost in thought, the first duel in the arena had already begun. The two opposing sides had nothing to do with everyone, and Yuan Muyu originally didn't even bother to watch.

As a result, with a "Bang," one of the combatants in the arena was knocked flying out of the ring. A young man who looked about the same age as Lu Xingzhou stood proudly in the center and said calmly: "I yield."

The dozen or so factions outside the arena were momentarily stunned.

Ye Ting Lan and Yuan Muyu both narrowed their similar eyes.

Third grade versus third grade, one strike, instant kill.

This is not something an ordinary person can achieve.

Ye Ting Lan, as the host, could only ask first: "What is the situation? Are there any casualties?"

The teachers and elders of the person knocked off the stage stepped forward to check for a moment, and their expressions were not very good: "Thank you, Holy Master, for your concern. He is not dead."

Hearing this tone, even though he wasn't dead, he was seriously injured; the opponent's strike was quite ruthless.

Ye Ting Lan waved her hand to indicate, and someone from the Heavenly Jade Holy Land stepped forward to take responsibility for the treatment.

In a sense, if the Heavenly Jade Holy Land couldn't control the arena and someone died immediately in the ring, it would count as a heavy blow to their reputation. Ye Ting Lan's beautiful eyes fell on the young man in the arena; no joy or anger could be seen in her eyes, she simply announced calmly: "Fang Qihao of the Golden Wind Island, wins. Both sides send up their second person."

That Fang Qihao clasped his hands and said: "May I ask, Holy Master, can this junior continue to fight?"

Ye Ting Lan said calmly: "No. The Great Competition in the Sea compares the general cultivation of the disciples, not a single genius. Even if you can crush the entire arena, having only one person is not enough proof."

Fang Qihao sighed with some regret: "I understand."

After speaking, he turned and left the stage.

Lu Xingzhou was asking Ye Ting Lan in a low voice: "Did he intentionally strike with heavy force?"

"Yes." Ye Ting Lan responded in a low voice: "I was careless. I didn't expect someone to do this right at the start, and I couldn't stop it in time."

Most of her thoughts were still scanning whether Yuan Muyu was present...

Never mind. Whether Yuan Muyu is present or not, she must first attend to the situation in the arena, otherwise her existence as the Holy Master would be a huge embarrassment.

She just didn't know how this obscure Golden Wind Island suddenly became so brazen; which faction are they from?

Soon, a little girl jumped onto the stage with a smile: "I am the second one."

Ye Ting Lan glanced at the participant list: Golden Wind Island, Duan Ning, seventeen years old, third grade initial stage.