Nangong Liuli cos from a noble family, her vision both high and sharp. How could ordinary n catch her eye? But she had encountered difficulties one after another, and her situation was perilous. Seeing Li Xian display his prowess and defeat the enemy, his heroism unmatched, naturally possessed an unspeakable charm, causing her to feel extre joy. Having already fallen into a quagmire, how could she dare to expect too much? Moreover, her thoughts were stirred by the "Fragrant Sleep of Qingniao", with ripples in her eyes that never ceased to dance.
Bao Zhixian, Ding Zelin, and Wang Changjiang fell out of the ring, inwardly lanting that the "Triangular Belly Snake Formation" had not succeeded. They cupped their hands and said, "Brother Hua, you are formidable. The first prize of this event should be yours, we are sincerely convinced."
Li Xian smiled and said, "Thanks to all of you for yielding, Brother Hua’s victory on the ring was purely by chance."
Shi Yufei and others nodded while stroking their beards. Slightly satisfied, their thoughts wandered to other places. At this mont, the world was gradually becoming chaotic, martial artists from noble families were dividing territories, yet heaven’s geniuses and essence treasures erged one after another. Before them were endless wonders of the dragon traveling through water; behind them, the Sword Sect collaborated in seeking alliances. In the drifting chaotic world, Flower Cage Sect struggled singly, wishing to taste the flavor of chaos while also desiring to preserve themselves. They also thought of the brilliance of the forr "Candle Sect", its resplendent remnant prestige still difficult to forget.
While lowering their eyes in contemplation, suddenly a cold laugh was heard, "Oh? Has the event ended?"
This voice was very crisp, coming from afar, echoing back and forth.
The voice continued, "I want to see which heaven’s hero can injure my disciple like this." Seductive and teasing, just when the word "I" was spoken, the distance was still quite far, the voice light and subtle, as if carried by the wind. When speaking "disciple", it was already lingering around the ears, as if soone was blowing smoke and breathing, teasing the ears nearby.
Suddenly, a fox-like woman in a purple dress was seen approaching from afar. Her steps were light, her figure graceful. She wore a light purple sheer veil, a slim waist adorned with golden thread, barefoot on the ground, her toenails pale red.
Graceful and elegant, with a turn, she already sat on a certain building’s eaves, legs crossed, dressed lightly revealing her fair skin, sitting high and looking down with interest to observe the scene.
It was indeed Poison Flower Daoist... Hao Qingshe.
Then the sound of the wind was heard whistling. Elder ng Han from Climbing Branch Building ca rushing from afar, his lightweight skill was superb, his figure turned a few tis and had already arrived near, returning to his seat.
Ye Cheng frowned and said, "ng Han, what are you doing, how has this woman co here? Did you invite her?"
ng Han shrugged and said, "I also don’t know. Brother Ye overestimates ; what virtue or ability do I have to move her?" Ye Cheng was extrely suspicious, flicked his sleeve annoyed, suspecting ng Han was up to sothing, vaguely sensing sothing ominous, looked at the woman on the eaves. Shi Yufei withdrew his thoughts, Yan Hao frowned tightly, with Hao Qingshe suddenly present, the atmosphere beca tense.
As a matter of fact...
This unexpected incident was indeed ng Han’s mischief. He was small-minded, unwilling to forget after being offended, seeing Li Xian initially showing his edge, thinking of the promotion of Holding Order, feeling utmost indignant.
He further thought, "This Hua Wucuo is extrely detestable, very insensible. Such a person, even if showing small prowess, will surely not go far in the future."
Glancing at Ye Cheng, suddenly thought differently, "Wrong... Hua Wucuo is Ye Cheng’s man. Could it be that Ye Cheng deliberately uses this to give , ng, a lesson? If it truly is so, how could I swallow this?"
Thinking to this point, he beca more angry. Guessing if Ye Cheng is manipulating, him confronting directly would inevitably be fruitless. So, he conceived another plan.
Hearing Zeng Xiaoke rolling on the ground wailing, miserably eye-catching, a clever plan sprang to mind. Knowing well that in the Water Altar, there was an extrely difficult figure to provoke. Soone arrogant, brutal, unreasonable, who kills wantonly, uses poison deeply.
Then he rescued Zeng Xiaoke. Using his self-made ointnt to apply and heal her skin, took her to the depths of an island, to where Poison Flower Daoist dwelled. With skillful words, coaxed Hao Qingshe to co out.
Hao Qingshe looked coldly aside, guessing ng Han harbored other thoughts. But seeing her poor disciple’s miserable outco, she was extrely displeased. Furthermore, thinking her disciple suffered setbacks, affecting her own face. She always looked down upon Flower Cage Sect, thus personally appeared at the scene, overlooking the field of contest, seeking trouble, picking fights, claiming lives.
Yan Hao frowned and said, "Miss Hao... you’re late. This event has already ended, it was won by this Flower Wucuo, Flower disciple."
ng Han was slightly stunned upon hearing this. He had left for a mont, and the event’s championship had fallen to Flower Wucuo. But seeing Hao Qingshe’s eyes full of sharpness, he didn’t care at all. Thinking even if you shine, it’s ultimately just a flash in the pan.
Hao Qingshe said indifferently, "Is that so... I find this timing just right." As she spoke, a small pale red snake erged from her beautiful hair, as thick as a little finger, its tongue lightly flicking, hidden with sharpness.
Ye Cheng said, "Miss Hao, if you have any comnts, please speak directly."
Li Xian sensed danger, a vague crisis looming. While calming his emotions, he curiously thought, "These senior figures of Flower Cage Sect refer to this woman as ’Miss Hao’. This title is quite peculiar, could they not be of the sa sect?"
Hao Qingshe said, "Xiaoke, co out."
Zeng Xiaoke was fully clothed in white satin, her injuries were severe but with dicinal treatnt applied and resting to recuperate, her injuries could recover. Hao Qingshe said, "My disciple participated in your event. I gave you enough face, yet you didn’t appreciate it, bullying her because she was a woman, injuring her like this. This matter needs an explanation."
Ye Cheng sensed Hao Qingshe’s intent targeting Flower Wucuo. He thought, "Though based on temperant, Flower Wucuo doesn’t really suit my Flower Cage Sect. But indeed he is a rare talent. And this woman’s actions lack any discretion, if not restrained, it will be hard to predict." A fondness for talent arose, he said:
"In a contest, injuries and deaths are inevitable. To pursue matters afterwards may lack propriety."
Hao Qingshe sneered, "Propriety? Do I need any propriety with you Flower Thieves?"
Yan Hao also said, "Your disciple participated in the event and also killed several people. Is no one pursuing her afterwards?"
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