Chapter 467: Deepening the Bond (Third Update, 7k words today)

Jian Xinxin ultimately did not withdraw from the tournament.

Whether it was out of a pride already trampled upon multiple times by his Senior Brother, or some other peculiar thought, he stubbornly remained.

Although Ren Yidao felt this was Jian Xinxin's final bit of stubbornness, he did not object, instead earnestly advising Mei, who was worried:

"He's just a child, let him try as much as he wants. Treat every match as if it's his last, and then he won't be afraid of losing."

Kind Father Huhu. JPG

Of course, five seconds after he finished saying this, he was beaten up...

Mei flicked her finger at this awkward Junior Brother who was clearly worried about his Senior Brother in his heart, yet refused to let his tongue off the hook.

Although she was worried about Jian Xinxin getting hurt, she did not stop him again, because she knew that Jian Xinxin doing this was actually just to have more time together.

Even with a bright, shining little lightbulb by their side... he still wanted to stay to make up for the lost time as much as possible.

For Mei and Mei Yongdi, those hundred years were just a blink of an eye, but for Jian Xinxin, it was thirty thousand sunrises and sunsets that had never been reduced.

"Mei..."

"A Jian..."

The two held hands tightly and gazed at each other affectionately, while Ren Yidao on the side felt his teeth ache.

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"You two go ahead, I'll go chat with others, I won't disturb you!"

Without caring whether the two agreed or not, he trotted off to the side and joined the others.

The Outer Domain's battle royale was held first and had already begun; the Central Region's Elimination Tournament was currently registering and grouping, expected to start tomorrow morning; while the Inner Domain's arena matches were set for the day after, allowing for plenty of rest.

After Gongye Dachang finished speaking, everyone was free to leave; the Sword Casting Hut had prepared guest rooms for them all.

Ying Tengjiao and the other two did not leave, wanting to take this opportunity to deepen their exchanges, mainly to communicate more with the dark horse, Mo Yushuang.

But before they could say much, the Divine Path Sect's infamous loafer wandered over.

"Hello there~"

Ren Yidao familiarly squeezed between the three, standing right next to Ying Tengjiao and Mo Yushuang; he didn't want to squeeze next to that old beggar.

Ying Tengjiao frowned and subconsciously wanted to dodge away, but after getting close to Yu Hongjian, his expression changed, and he silently retreated to his original spot without a sound.

Mo Yushuang, however, only tightened her grip on her sword after glancing at Ren Yidao, without making any further reaction.

Ren Yidao took in the reactions of the few, smiled, and nodded, "Everyone, meeting is fate, let us have a good exchange!"

Seeing the three remain silent, he was not embarrassed at all, but instead took charge of the situation.

"What's wrong? Why is no one talking? Is there something on your minds? Tell me and let me hear it, see if I can help you come up with some ideas."

If there's anything unhappy, say it out loud and let me be happy.

"Uh..."

Ying Tengjiao took a deep breath, looked at Ren Yidao with a serious face, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Ren, what are you trying to do? Are you not aware of the relationship between us? Doing this makes things very difficult for us."

"Hm? What relationship? What's difficult? Aren't we all sects from the Beiming Divine Continent?"

Ren Yidao was not flustered at all, smiling as he asked back: "Or is it that in the eyes of Sect Master Ying, my Divine Path Sect is more vicious than the jackals from the Southern Border?"

You already are!

That group from the Southern Border is here to disgust you three super sects; it has nothing to do with us. Once they leave, won't you still be the ones pressing down on our heads?

But although that was the fact, such words could not be spoken openly.

"In my view, rather than us, Fellow Daoist Ren should consider those people from the Southern Border more; after all, that Yuwen Tianye is quite obsessed with you! Let me advise you, do not tarnish the reputation of the Divine Path Sect and our Beiming due to a moment of carelessness!"

"Aha, then I won't trouble you with that."

"Hehehe, I hope so."

Ying Tengjiao sneered three times, but did not flick his sleeves and leave; instead, he cupped his hands and said: "Different Daos, no common ground. Please allow me to take my leave."

"Alright, alright, take care, Sect Master Ying~" Ren Yidao had no intention of stopping him, smiling as he cupped his hands.

"With Fellow Daoist Ren interfering here today, our business shall be discussed another day. I shall take my leave first." Ying Tengjiao nodded to Mo Yushuang and the other, then turned and strode away.

However, he did not return to the guest rooms, but instead detoured to the competition grounds for the Central Region participants; he still had many sect members and disciples to arrange.

Seeing Ying Tengjiao leave, Yu Hongjian shook his head and also cupped his hands, saying: "Fellow Daoist Ren, this old man also has disciples to instruct, so I shall take my leave as well."

Compared to Ying Tengjiao's direct tearing of the mask, he was much more sincere and lacked any confrontational tone, though the aloofness in his demeanor was not well-hidden.

Just as Ying Tengjiao said, everyone's Daos were different, so naturally, they had no common ground.

"Sect Master Yu is too polite, I wish your disciples success in achieving good results."

"Hehe, then I shall accept your kind words, Fellow Daoist."

In just a short while, the three-person group had two people leave right after Ren Yidao arrived...

Seeing this situation, the corners of Mo Yushuang's mouth twitched, and she mumbled: "Um, I..."

"Does Fellow Daoist Mo also have sect members and disciples to instruct?" Ren Yidao tilted his head and smiled: "Or is it that I look so detestable, hated by both man and ghost? Does everyone really not want to chat with me for a few more sentences?"

"Uh!" Mo Yushuang looked closely at Ren Yidao's appearance and firmly shook her head, "No, that's not it."

"You... are quite good-looking."

"Uh, thanks?"

Her somewhat natural reaction made Ren Yidao blink, and for the first time, he truly looked at this swordswoman-like woman.

She possessed nothing else, only the sword in her embrace.

Her features were actually quite good, but all of that paled in comparison to her overly sharp eyes; one could only remember those eyes.

That's right, this was the image of himself in Shi Xue's eyes!

A true swordswoman.

And when Ren Yidao looked at her, Mo Yushuang did not dodge in the slightest, letting him observe her in such a poised manner, without a shred of shyness.

"You are quite good-looking too."

"Thank you."

Mo Yushuang nodded calmly, then spoke placidly: "Fellow Daoist Ren, do you have any other matters? If there is nothing else, I am going back to rest."

Neither humble nor pushy, neither resistant nor intimate.

This attitude did not make Ren Yidao feel any annoyance; he did not think all women should be unable to walk once they saw him—that would be too strange.

He was just a bit curious about what kind of sect could cultivate a swordswoman with such a heavy martial arts world air.

In his view, Mo Yushuang did not look like a sect member at all; if one were to discuss the temperament she carried, she was more like... right, the husband of Duan Hong whom he had met before, that Blade Catcher from Beigan named Duan Yisheng.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, please wait a moment. Could you introduce your sect to me? Forgive my youth, but I have no impression of ever hearing the name Yuqing Villa."

"My sect?" Mo Yushuang was silent for a moment, her gaze becoming profound, and the temperament on her body becoming even colder.

"It is normal that Fellow Daoist Ren has not heard of it, because it really is just a small, unranked villa; it does not even count as a third-rate sect. If you wish to hear it, I can tell you about it briefly."

"Please, Fellow Daoist Mo."

And just as Ren Yidao was silently listening to Mo Yushuang recount the story of Yuqing Villa, a figure slowly appeared in the Inner Domain.

"Didn't you say you would come find me after you were done? Where are you?"

Li Qiushui appeared with a furrowed brow, full of the resentment of someone who had been stood up...

She had intended to settle accounts with Ren Yidao for breaking his promise, but as soon as she entered the Inner Domain, she didn't even need to bother searching; she saw him directly, chatting happily with a strange woman...

Li Qiushui:???

"You scoundrel!"

The furious Li Qiushui didn't even ask a question; she drew the Sanlu Sword directly and charged over to kill him.

"Take my sword!"

This time!

No one can stop me!

This sword must be stabbed into your body!

Kill all the heartless and fickle people in the world!

Seven thousand words today, achieved—

By the way, the dizziness yesterday seems to have been because I caught a cold... (scratches head)

Hi!

I actually thought I was done for, but it turns out it was just a cold! ()

Anyway, I've started taking medicine, and I will indeed move around more; after all, I still want to live a little longer.