Chapter 275: Isn't this what you hoped for?

Lu Xingzhou checked his retreat, eased the injuries from the shock, stood firm, smiled, and cupped his hands in a salute.

There was no need for words; everything was understood without them.

Sheng Yuanyao stood there in a daze, silent for a long time; she had even stopped thinking. In truth, she had only just flipped back her cloak, which didn't hinder her movements at all; she could have pursued him, but she had completely forgotten.

The two were staring at each other, and the whispers on the island were so loud they nearly drowned out the sound of the waves.

Sheng Yuanyao’s makeshift concealment technique could fool most people, but it clearly couldn't fool the old fogies who were First Grade or above and familiar with the Fairy of Faltering Flight.

At this moment, the old fogies leading each faction looked at one another, their eyes filled with expressions of disbelief.

Everyone had heard that the Fairy of Faltering Flight and the Holy Master of Tianyao had a falling out and had left home many years ago, though the Tianyao Holy Land had never removed her from the sect genealogy. But no one knew that the Yama King, who now shook the Great Gan, was the Fairy of Faltering Flight—the difference in style was just too vast...

Setting aside the Yama King, what was going on right now?

How could you, Ye Fuyao, have the nerve to participate in this grand competition? Have you no shame?

And you’re standing on the opposite side of the Tianyao Holy Land. Does this mean... well, since she is standing against the Tianyao Holy Land, and everyone wants to make the Tianyao Holy Land lose face, shouldn't they keep her secret?

And wasn't this Lu Xingzhou said to be the disciple of the Fairy of Faltering Flight, taken back by the Tianyao Holy Land?

How did he end up fighting the Fairy of Faltering Flight?

And he even flipped his master's cloak in public, viciously making his master lose face?

Come to think of it, the sight of the Fairy of Faltering Flight standing on the arena with a charming smile... it always made a group of old fogies recall the past, as if, after all these years, nothing had changed.

People’s thoughts were complex, and for a moment, no one exposed her; they just turned their heads to look in the direction of Ye Tinglan to see what the host would say.

Ye Tinglan sat up straight from her relaxed posture against the chair back, set down her teacup, and said leisurely, "This young lady said before the match that she would see if the opponent could flip her cloak... now that it has been flipped, what do you say?"

Sheng Yuanyao glared at her but didn't reply.

Ye Tinglan smiled and said, "My sect's disciple also suffered minor injuries, so let's call it even. Watching the two of you just now, you were evenly matched and the battle was quite intense; if it continues, casualties are inevitable... In my opinion, let's call this a draw, how about that?"

Those who didn't understand whispered to each other. From the scene, one had only had their cloak flipped, while the other was bleeding from the corner of their mouth; the one who was injured should be at a disadvantage, so the Tianyao Holy Master’s words were inevitably a bit unfair.

Those who understood sat calmly on the sidelines. A draw is a draw; let's watch the next match. If you, Angry Dragon Island, win the next match and successfully make the Tianyao Holy Land lose face, we won't say a word. If you lose the next match, we will say the Tianyao Holy Land rigged the competition, letting their own people mix into the opposing side and intentionally drawing when they could have won.

Come to think of it, you yourself suggested a draw—is Ye Fuyao willing?

She had directly jumped in the face of the Tianyao Holy Master when she was only twenty-something and Third Grade; she wouldn't give the Holy Master any face. Logically, she should have retorted immediately, but people only saw her looking silently at Lu Xingzhou, and it was a long time before she slowly replied, "Fine."

The people of Angry Dragon Island: "..."

You said we would go soft if we met a handsome man, but aren't you doing the same? Dare you say you aren't?

Since the parties involved agreed, others had nothing to say for the time being, and this battle was considered a draw. It was just very strange that neither of them took the initiative to leave the arena; they were still staring at each other.

Ye Tinglan couldn't sit still anymore; she drifted into the arena and picked up Lu Xingzhou.

Sheng Yuanyao seemed to have been poked in the butt with a giant needle; her dazed self was instantly activated: "What are you doing!"

Ye Tinglan looked at her strangely: "What do you mean, what am I doing? My sect's disciple is injured, so as the Sect Master, I should naturally carry the patient back for treatment. Your question is very strange."

Others also looked at her with strange eyes. A sect master carrying a disciple back for treatment—although it was a bit much, such a small injury didn't warrant the Holy Master taking action herself, but it was still a sign of her care for her disciple. Why was she so agitated?

No one would ever imagine that the Tianyao Holy Master would really show affection to her lover in front of everyone, and specifically show it to someone.

Sheng Yuanyao gritted her teeth in anger: "He only has such a small injury, can't he walk himself!"

"How my sect handles patients seems to be no concern of outsiders." Ye Tinglan carried Lu Xingzhou away from the arena leisurely: "Young lady, you should go down first; it's your side's third person's turn to compete. Do not disrupt the order of the competition."

"Outsider, I..."

"Isn't that what you are?"

As Ye Tinglan said this, she had already left the arena, intentionally not flying directly to her podium, but slowly circling behind the stage, as if looking for a quiet place to treat her disciple. Sheng Yuanyao followed instinctively, grabbed her sash, and whispered through gritted teeth: "Ye Tinglan! What are you doing!"

Ye Tinglan didn't stop: "Didn't I already answer you, little Miss Pinglan?"

As she spoke, she glanced at her chest, emphasizing the word "Ping" (flat), turning the meaning of Pinglan into something else entirely.

A somewhat flat Ye Tinglan, indeed.

Sheng Yuanyao was so angry that smoke was coming out of her head, and she gritted her teeth: "Lu Xingzhou, how old are you, do you not have feet of your own!"

Lu Xingzhou leaned peacefully in Ye Tinglan's arms, his calm eyes fixed on Sheng Yuanyao, never making a sound.

Only when this sentence was spoken did Lu Xingzhou's eyes flicker slightly, and he slowly opened his mouth: "The state of me not having feet... isn't that... exactly what you hoped for?"

Sheng Yuanyao stood there as if struck by lightning, unable to follow any longer.

She watched helplessly as Ye Tinglan circled toward the backstage, the two ambiguous figures turning into a corner and disappearing from sight.

From time to time, people glanced strangely at the edge of the high platform, where a young girl whose appearance was obscured by a concealment technique stood quietly, alone in the bustling arena of ten thousand people.

There was no one behind the stage; it was already the rocky coastline.

Ye Tinglan carried Lu Xingzhou and placed him on a reef to sit, leaning over with a smile to flick his nose: "I thought you would avoid being intimate in front of her, but it turns out you really don't care at all."

Lu Xingzhou asked back strangely: "She isn't my wife, why would I need to avoid it?"