[Fantasy] The Rogue Landlord (Complete) - Chapter 31

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The unusual topic of "overpowering the entire audience" in Chapter 1 of Episode 9

caused a brief silence between the two, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. Xu Ping used his internal energy to check his body but found nothing amiss; everything was so normal it was almost suffocating. "That damn guy, why didn't he take the opportunity to slip some aphrodisiac or something? What kind of lecherous thief is he? He didn't even bring these essentials! I despise you! "

Lan Xiaoxun's face flushed red! Although her martial arts skills weren't high, she could tell she hadn't been drugged. Relieved, she looked at Xu Ping, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

"By the way, Xiaoxun!" Xu Ping coughed awkwardly and asked, "Why did you go out alone? Didn't your parents come with you?"

Lan Xiaoxun snapped out of her daze, quickly straightened her expression, and obediently replied, "My mother and the others will arrive tomorrow. My father said he had something to do, so he sent Chen Xiaobao with me."

Xu Ping thought to himself: Your father is creating an opportunity for that good-for-nothing! However, it seems he really doesn't know how to seize the opportunity. If it were her, the journey from Tianjin to here would have taken three or four days, and by now you'd be a virgin and a sister-in-law.

"Brother Xu!" Lan Xiaoxun suddenly blushed, feeling very embarrassed but unable to resist asking curiously, "How can men be together with men

, sleep...sleep together?" Seeing her awkward expression, clearly curious yet shy to speak, Xu Ping found it quite cute, but he really didn't want to answer this disgusting topic. He could only shake his head with a wry smile and say, "Who knows? Men being together with men is such a perverted thing, I can't agree with it. I'd rather honestly like women."

Lan Xiaoxun was too embarrassed to ask any further. Looking at Xu Ping, she timidly asked, "Brother Xu, you said you're from the capital? Are your parents sure you're comfortable traveling alone?"

"Of course they are!" Xu Ping chuckled. "I know a lot, and I'm skilled in martial arts. Men only worry about being robbed or murdered, unlike girls who have to worry about being sexually assaulted. I've been traveling around quite freely."

Lan Xiaoxun nodded shyly, but also agreed, complaining, "Yes, it's so inconvenient for girls to travel. If I hadn't promised my dad I'd go with Chen Xiaobao, I wouldn't even be able to leave the house. Brother Xu, isn't it great to be a man? Being a woman is so boring; even going out is difficult. It's incredibly dull."

"That's not necessarily true!" Xu Ping chuckled and said, "Girls can live a normal life as long as they know how to manage a household, support their husbands, and raise children. But what about men? They have to think about how to support their families, take care of their elders, support their wives and concubines, and raise their young children. Women are responsible for managing the daily meals, firewood, rice, oil, and salt, but if men don't earn money, they'll starve. Being a man isn't easy."

"That's true!" Lan Xiaoxun nodded somewhat confusedly, then asked excitedly, "Brother Xu, is the capital city fun? Do you see the emperor every day? What does he look like? And what about those high-ranking officials? Are they all heavily pregnant?"

Hearing her silly questions, Xu Ping laughed and cried at the same time, "No way! The emperor stays in the palace all day and doesn't leave much. Some commoners have lived in the capital for decades and haven't even seen many of those high-ranking officials, let alone the emperor!"

"That's certainly possible!" Lan Xiaoxun nodded, seemingly understanding.

They chatted back and forth until the wee hours of the morning. Lan Xiaoxun was indeed quite innocent and adorable; sometimes she asked questions without thinking, which amused Xu Ping immensely. After some explanation, her embarrassed expression was rather endearing. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and Xu Ping noticed her yawning repeatedly. Only then did he remember that he hadn't come to drug and rape her? How had he spent so long chatting with this little girl? Damn it, it was almost dawn before he remembered. He really had no future.

"Brother Xu!" Lan Xiaoxun suddenly blushed and asked timidly, "Will Chen Xiaobao be alright?"

Xu Ping shrugged and said with a smile, "Who knows? There's a saying that sex can cause death, but I don't know if it happens between men. I don't know much about these things."

Lan Xiaoxun thought for a moment, looked at Xu Ping with some embarrassment, and said shyly, "Brother Xu, my mother will be coming tomorrow, and I guess some people from Chen Xiaobao's family will be coming too. You see, is it..."

Xu Ping immediately understood what she meant. In these days, a girl's reputation is very important, and what she values most is her "innocence." If a strange man is found to have come out of her room in the morning, not only will she be unable to bear the gossip, but even her parents might be talked about.

Since there was no way to eat, Xu Ping immediately nodded considerately, stood up, and smiled, saying, "I understand. Anyway, it's almost dawn, and I should be going now. But it's not good for girls to stay up late, so you should get some rest."

"You should get some rest too." Lan Xiaoxun saw Xu Ping to the door, her face full of guilt, and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Xu, if my mother hadn't been coming over, I would have liked to talk to you more!"

Xu Ping chuckled and couldn't help but tease her, "Forget it, you'll be more energetic after a good night's sleep. Besides, if I can't stay up any longer, I can't very well stay in your room all night!"

Lan Xiaoxun lowered her head, her face flushed, and said, "Brother Xu, thank you so much for tonight. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what would have happened!"

"Hehe, never mind!" Xu Ping instinctively reached out and touched her smooth face, saying indignantly, "Such a beautiful girl like you, how could they have such evil intentions? They deserve to die. That Chen Xiaobao is a good-for-nothing, he doesn't deserve you at all."

This intimate gesture immediately made Lan Xiaoxun flinch, but Xu Ping's hand still brushed against her. The girl was embarrassed and flustered, hurriedly closing the door, her voice filled with a heartbreaking panic: "Brother Xu, goodnight."

"Goodnight," Xu Ping said gently, but inwardly he cursed himself. Where the hell had all that lust gone? He'd carried a bottle of aphrodisiacs and chatted with her for most of the night, and they'd even had a good time. His brain wasn't filled with water, it was filled with sulfuric acid. He

turned away dejectedly. Chen Xiaobao's room was still brightly lit. Although there was no more movement, Xu Ping didn't dare imagine what was happening inside. He quickly jumped over the wall and out of the courtyard.

The door opened slightly, and Lan Xiaoxun shyly peeked out, watching Xu Ping's departing figure. For some reason, she felt a pang of reluctance. After closing the door, she sighed softly. Even though she blew out the candle, hoping for a good night's sleep, the scenes from just moments ago—her laughter and conversation with Xu Ping—kept replaying in her mind. It was the first time in her life she'd experienced a sleepless night.

Xu Ping, sighing and filled with self-reproach, spent the night nestled in a tree. Looking at the medicine bottle in his hand, and then at Lan Xiaoxun's increasingly gentle smile, he seemed to think it was a good thing he hadn't gone all out. This adorable little girl, so sweet and charming, yet so innocent-minded, her words so childlike and amusing—truly delightful.

The next day's grand event saw a noticeably fewer people. Early in the morning, various groups gathered again around the arena. The representatives from the major sects in the stands were still there early. Perhaps due to their interactions the previous night, the relationships between the sects seemed to have improved considerably, and they began chatting amongst themselves. Unfortunately, the elegant beauties of the Hundred Flowers Palace remained aloof, making the Qingyi Sect member sitting next to them quite embarrassed.

"Why is there still only one person from the Ghost Valley Sect here?"

"Yeah, isn't that a huge underestimation of the Qingyi Sect?"

"Such contempt for the other side, even if Sect Leader Song is very composed, he'll get angry. Maybe there'll be a good show today."

Chen Daozi was still sitting comfortably alone, occupying a large seat, causing much discussion. Xu Ping watched Chen Daozi, this old charlatan, looking completely at ease, eating tofu pudding and small steamed buns while everyone else was very serious. This old bastard was extremely arrogant; even Xu Ping wanted to join the others in beating him up.

The Qingyi Sect elder approached Chen Daozi, and although he was angry, he still politely cupped his fists and asked, "Friends from Ghost Valley, haven't your disciples arrived yet today?"

"Strange, he should be here by now!" Chen Daozi muttered, then immediately laughed and said, "It's alright, my junior brother had a huge hemorrhage last night, so he probably doesn't have the money to go to a brothel. He should be here soon. You guys keep competing, he'll be here in a bit."

When did I go to a brothel? Xu Ping was so angry he wanted to burn off his beard. He cautiously examined his somewhat clumsy makeup. Although he was still dressed as a scholar, his clothes had changed to a Confucian robe. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to disguise himself, so he couldn't make any further changes. Apart from some work on his hair, he looked almost exactly the same as before. Sigh, if Liu Ziyi were here, her skills were so superb, she could definitely fool everyone and make him look almost like a completely different person.

"The competition begins!"

With a loud shout, the second day's competition, where weapons were allowed, officially began. Just like yesterday, everyone was cautious for a while before a young man wielding a spear stepped forward. His white robes fluttered gracefully as he lightly jumped to the center of the arena, giving a very stylish bow that drew cheers.

"Damn it, a martial arts competition isn't a game of cat and mouse. Why are you raising your ass so high?" Xu Ping cursed him inwardly for being such a show-off. Only a second-rate fighter, yet he dared to flaunt it like that

. He'd better watch out; if someone actually takes a liking to his perky ass, hundreds of burly men would be climbing through his window tonight. "I've come to challenge you!" another powerful voice shouted. A young man wielding a pair of mandarin duck swords jumped up. After politely introducing themselves, they assumed their stances. At first, they cautiously tested each other's moves, but being young and impetuous, they soon unleashed their best skills and engaged in a fierce battle.

After fighting for a while, the two were evenly matched, neither showing any sign of stopping despite being covered in sweat. Both were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Impressive martial arts!" Someone in the audience couldn't sit still any longer. A young man wielding a sharp sword, perhaps itching for a fight, disregarded the rules of one-on-one combat and rushed into the fray. The clash of weapons became even more frequent. Without a word, the two began a chaotic melee.

"Damn, taking advantage of someone in distress! " A chorus of curses erupted from the audience .

The two had been fighting for so long and were already exhausted; his move was clearly an attempt to gain an advantage, yet he made such grand pronouncements – what a scumbag!

Sure enough, as the spear fell, the first youth was knocked off the stage. He was disheveled, sweating profusely, and panting heavily. Although his clothes were torn and he looked utterly wretched, he still received a round of enthusiastic applause. The

duel resumed on the stage, and the sword-wielding youth truly took advantage of their exhaustion. In no time, a swift and decisive move, "Sleeping Dragon Worshiping the Moon," rendered the dual-sword youth powerless to retaliate, forcing him to surrender obediently.

"Anyone else willing to come up and offer their guidance!" The sword-wielding youth was quite smug, but all he received in return were waves of contempt and glares, along with hisses, making him extremely embarrassed.

The members of the Green Robe Sect discussed amongst themselves for a moment, then a pale-faced youth with a stern expression stood up, lightly leaping forward with a soft sword in hand. He said very politely, "I am Liu Shaoqing, and I would like to ask you for a few pointers!"

"Please!" Upon seeing that it was someone from the Green Robe Sect, the sword-wielding youth naturally dared not be careless and immediately looked at him warily. "The Green Robe Sect has finally made its move!" "

Isn't Liu Shaoqing supposed to be the most talented disciple of this generation? He's not even eighteen years old and already at the mid-level of first-rate cultivation; he seems to be Song Yuanshan's direct disciple."

The appearance of the aristocratic star was naturally quite a spectacle, drawing whispers and discussions from the crowd. Xu Ping chuckled to himself: "There are so many bored people these days! You don't even need to ask; someone will immediately explain everything. It's really great." The

Qingyi Sect members were naturally full of confidence, their smugness evident as they listened to the slightly flattering comments from below.

The two sides on the stage remained silent, staring at each other for a while before Liu Shaoqing made the first move. With a loud shout, his sword flashed like lightning. The young man hurriedly raised his hand to meet the attack, and the two swords immediately clashed like nimble snakes. Liu Shaoqing's graceful footwork and superb swordsmanship drew gasps of admiration; within three moves, he had rendered his opponent powerless.

"Anyone else willing to come up and offer their guidance?" Liu Shaoqing asked expressionlessly, exuding arrogance.

"Haha, here I come!" "

The most talented disciple of the Green Robe Sect! It would be a shame not to show off like this!" Xu Ping immediately leaped from a tree dozens of meters away, accompanied by a hearty laugh, soaring over the wall of people and charging towards him.

"What incredible lightness skill!"

"Which sect is this guy from? He's so amazing!"

When Xu Ping effortlessly leaped that long distance and stood before Liu Shaoqing, the crowd couldn't help but discuss amongst themselves. Liu Shaoqing frowned, seemingly unhappy that his limelight had been stolen, but he didn't show it on his face. He politely raised his hand and said, "Brother, may I ask which school you belong to? What weapon do you wield?"

Xu Ping chuckled, stylishly adjusting his long robe, and said, "I am Xu Ping, a disciple of the Ghost Valley School!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hands: "As for weapons, two hands are enough." "

These words immediately sparked a buzz of discussion. Song Yuanshan felt the white-robed youth looked vaguely familiar, but didn't think much of it. However, he was a little nervous, vaguely sensing that his prized disciple might be no match for him given the youth's disdainful attitude.

Chen Daozi smiled slyly, thinking that this brat really knew how to pick his timing, stealing the limelight and deliberately targeting a disciple of the Green Robe Sect. How shameless!

Liu Shaoqing frowned, a hint of displeasure in his expression. If he was skilled in martial arts, why didn't he participate in yesterday's competition? Instead, he chose to face him today, clearly a provocation, and judging from his demeanor, even a hint of contempt.

"Shaoqing, don't be careless!" Song Yuanshan spoke for the first time, his voice imbued with profound inner strength and full of authority.

"Yes!" Liu Shaoqing responded respectfully, bowing to Xu Ping: "Please enlighten me!"

"Hehe, good!" "Xu Ping chuckled, but his gaze fell upon the women of the Hundred Flowers Palace. He clearly sensed that after his appearance, the previously stagnant atmosphere among them stirred slightly in one familiar figure, as if her emotions had wavered upon seeing him. Strange.

Seeing Xu Ping's indifference, Liu Shaoqing immediately roared in anger, thrusting a sharp sword at Xu Ping.

"Damn it, why are you shouting so loudly!" "Xu Ping cursed, never taking this opponent seriously. He caught Liu Shaoqing's sword with both hands, a beautiful hand-to-hand disarming maneuver that drew gasps from the crowd.

Liu Shaoqing froze, immediately trying to pull his sword out, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge. Xu Ping snorted coldly, and with a humiliating force, pulled the sword aside, snapping it in two.

Liu Shaoqing, clutching the broken sword, stumbled back a few steps, looking at his beloved weapon destroyed by Xu Ping. He was instantly enraged, threw down his sword, roared, and kicked at Xu Ping.

"He's lost!" Song

Yuanshan sighed deeply, but he was even more wary of the rumors surrounding Ghost Valley. A young disciple could so easily toy with his prized student; it seemed this mysterious sect was full of talented people. No wonder they dared to openly provoke him; they were clearly up to no good. Meanwhile,

Chen Daozi leisurely drank his wine, not even glancing at the situation on the arena, making the atmosphere even more tense.

Since the two sides had no enmity, and the situation was unclear, Xu Ping was reluctant to use lethal force. However, to save face in front of others, he shouted loudly, unleashing his full true energy, releasing the power of a lower-grade Earth-rank cultivator. A whirlwind seemed to sweep across the small arena.

"Ah, the power of an Earth-rank cultivator!"

"How is that possible? He's so young!"

Amidst the exclamations, Liu Shaoqing wanted to regret it, but it was too late. Xu Ping kicked him in the chest, and with a muffled groan, he flew towards the main stage.

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, Song Yuanshan guided Liu Shaoqing to a steady landing. After checking his injuries, Song Yuanshan found him almost completely unharmed, even without any internal injuries. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, stood up, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "Thank you for your mercy!"

"Hehe, you're too kind!" Xu Ping returned the salute politely. After all, he needed to ensure his own safety, so he couldn't go too far. But doing so would still be a blow to their pride; outwardly polite, but inwardly they were certainly not happy.

The Qingyi Sect members' previously gloomy expressions immediately eased considerably. They were well aware of the vast difference between a first-rate mid-level and a low-level earth-grade martial artist. If they really wanted to attack, let alone cripple his martial arts, taking his life would be easy. Now that Liu Shaoqing was unharmed, it was clear that he had been given ample face.

Xu Ping said no more, jumped onto the platform and sat next to Chen Daozi, glared at him, and whispered, "Old man, you're always talking bad about me, I'm not done with you yet."

Chen Daozi hummed a little tune and turned his head away, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Um, young hero Xu!" The host rushed over and said, "The competition isn't over yet, there are still challengers, why did you come down?"

Xu Ping looked at him and said very embarrassedly, "I won't compete for now, can I go up again when there's someone stronger?"

The host immediately looked distressed. Indeed, if a high-level expert was placed on the stage, probably no one would dare to challenge him. He quickly went to discuss with the senior experts, and had no choice but to agree to Xu Ping's suggestion.

The competition continued in a monotonous, chronological manner. As soon as Xu Ping stepped down, the others resumed their duels, offering advice and deferring to each other. Perhaps because Xu Ping had previously dominated the scene, the remaining contestants on the stage no longer held much interest. Many people's attention had been drawn to Xu Ping's appearance; his young age and attainment of the Earthly Realm only fueled their curiosity about the mysterious Ghost Valley.

As evening approached, the Hundred Flowers Palace members seemed somewhat wary of Xu Ping. Seeing that he showed no intention of fighting, they hesitated for a moment before sending out another contestant, who nimbly defeated the previous unfortunate opponent, leaving one person standing on the stage.

"Not bad, good, good!"

Xu Ping clapped his hands with a chuckle. Although his face was obscured, he recognized from her eyes and figure that the woman on the stage was an acquaintance, his former little spy: Yao Lu. He used to guard against her like a thief, but he had to admit she was a beauty among beauties. Now that he knew about the Hundred Flowers Palace's history, and that she was practically his grand-disciple, he naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity to seduce this beauty.

After all, Xu Ping had kept his distance from her before, partly out of wariness, and partly because he was soft-hearted. If a girl was intimate with you, and you were deeply in love, but then you discovered she had ulterior motives, how many men could bring themselves to hurt her? So he deliberately avoided anything happening between them.

Yao Lu turned to look at Xu Ping, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

"Cold Moon seeks your guidance!"

A heavenly voice rang out, yet it sounded so cold that everyone felt the temperature drop instantly. Then, a tall and graceful figure leaped onto the stage, exuding a commanding presence that drew cheers from the crowd.

Xu Ping nearly fell off his chair. Looking at the tall, beautiful woman in black, her face bare, wielding a slender sword, he recognized her immediately – it was indeed Leng Yue. Why wasn't this girl diligently working at the Shuntian Prefecture, catching petty thieves? What was she doing here, getting involved in this mess? Did even a department like the Shuntian Prefecture get holidays?

Leng Yue turned and gave Xu Ping a blank look.

He was doomed. Xu Ping broke out in a cold sweat. Although he had managed to keep things under control, this was just a children's sparring match. If she were to call out to him now, revealing his identity, with so many Qingyi Sect disciples in the stands, plus the unfathomable Song Yuanshan, he would have no chance of survival.

Fortunately, Leng Yue merely glanced around casually, pretending not to recognize him, and turned back.

Xu Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, she hadn't said anything. It seemed she wasn't unaware of him, but deliberately choosing not to expose him. What was this girl doing here? Was she just here to scare him from the capital?

"Please!" Yao Lu greeted her gently, bowing slightly as she looked at her. She was naturally very polite to such a beautiful woman.

"Please!" Leng Yue didn't say much, tossing aside her scabbard and gripping her three-foot-long soft sword, her gaze fixed intently on Leng Yue.

On the stage, two graceful women stood side-by-side. Although Yao Lu's face was veiled, her alluring curves were captivating. Leng Yue's stunning beauty and icy demeanor naturally aroused a desire to conquer in men. The presence of two such beautiful women on the same stage naturally drew howls from the crowd below. Many prayed that the blades would be merciless, that their clothes would be torn open, revealing their snow-white skin, and even their private parts, so they could feast their eyes.

The two remained motionless, seemingly cautiously scrutinizing each other. Neither dared to be careless before a fight broke out. As the atmosphere gradually quieted, Leng Yue's eyes flashed, and with a nimble leap, her sword thrust towards Yao Lu.

The incredibly fast sword strike drew gasps from the crowd. Leng Yue's lightness skill was already exceptional, so Yao Lu naturally dared not be careless. After a swift dodge, a thin thread suddenly appeared on her previously empty fingers. With a flick of her hand, dozens of threads shot towards Leng Yue.

Leng Yue showed no fear. Her exquisite sword drew a circle, blocking all the threads. With a nimble turn, she attacked again.

Yao Lu remained calm. With a slight flick of her hand, the threads seemed to come alive, some curving in front of her, others continuing to stab at Leng Yue. Leng Yue quickly turned, deflecting the nimble threads while retreating. Her sword danced in impenetrable circles, completely blocking the threads' entanglement. After

a round, they were evenly matched. Both retreated a few steps back to their original positions, both women looking at each other warily with serious expressions.

"Bravo!"

"Amazing!"

A gasp of admiration erupted from the crowd. The two women's fight was like a graceful dance, each move exquisite and each strike incredibly powerful and fast. Such a beautiful fight was truly awe-inspiring.

Xu Ping patted his head slightly. Yao Lu was already twenty-five, wasn't she? How could she still participate in this talent competition? Damn it, she could get away with just a veil! Even the people from the Hundred Flowers Palace were cheating! Damn it, this screening system was practically useless. He could probably find that old man Liu, shave his beard, put on a mask, and no one would question it. This was too perfunctory!

The two women faced off silently, but soon couldn't resist engaging in a fierce battle. Both possessed the cultivation of a first-rate upper-level cultivator, only a step away from the power of the Earth-grade. Their profound internal energy, coupled with their unpredictable techniques, made for a time a close and evenly matched contest. It seemed that apart from their graceful figures, only sharp, thin threads and delicate sword lights could be seen, intertwined with incredible speed, dazzling the eye.

Both women, driven by their competitive spirit, unleashed their full power, but neither could gain the upper hand. Xu Ping was utterly astonished; their techniques were so formidable that even he, at the lower Earth-grade level, would likely have been at a disadvantage. They were simply too strong.

After fighting for over an hour, the sun had already set. They still couldn't determine a victor. With a sudden clash, both women retreated a few steps, glaring at each other with unwavering resentment. However, they were both panting heavily, their clothes soaked with sweat that accentuated their exquisite curves, yet their superb skills were truly admirable.

"Your swordsmanship is truly remarkable!" Yao Lu's breathing finally calmed down, but she suddenly stopped, giggling, and said, "I can't beat you today, but we'll fight again another day!"

Leng Yue also felt that continuing the fight would be pointless, so she cupped her hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Indeed, see you another day!" Her expression remained blank, but her tone betrayed her admiration for her opponent.

The two women turned swiftly, one returning to the stands to rest, the other disappearing into the crowd. Their classic battle earned them thunderous applause and cheers. As Leng Yue left, she subtly gave Xu Ping a wink.

"Today's battle has no winner!" the host announced loudly.

"Wait!" But then, a surprise attack occurred. A young man with a fierce, piercing gaze and sharp features, standing among the Shaolin disciples in the stands, leaped onto the stage, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Shaolin Kongming, having witnessed the profound martial arts of the two ladies, is itching for a challenge. I humbly request the heroes of the world to offer their guidance." He then glanced meaningfully at Xu Ping.

The Shaolin elders frowned slightly, seemingly disliking this show-off disciple. However, they also admired Kongming's exceptional martial arts talent, and since it was just a friendly spar, they didn't say anything. The Qingyi Sect members, having already saved face and showing great interest in Xu Ping's martial arts, immediately announced a rematch.

Kongming removed his shirt, revealing his iron-like muscles, and with a roar, his veins bulged. His sharp gaze was full of provocation as he looked at Xu Ping, instantly radiating the aura of a lower-level Earth Rank martial artist.

"Ah, he's also a lower-level Earth Rank martial artist!"

"Another evenly matched contest, this is going to be exciting."

Another wave of surprise swept through the crowd. They hadn't expected someone so young to establish such a high Earth Rank aura, and to have two at once! This had never happened before in previous tournaments. Even the three Heaven Rank masters, no matter how strong, were only at the first-rate level at this age.

Xu Ping frowned slightly. Normally, faced with such provocation, he would have attacked without a second thought. He could fight Shi Tianfeng when he was at the lower level, and now that he's reached the middle level, he naturally wouldn't be afraid of this little monk. But the current situation seems a bit complicated, and he doesn't know whether he should make a move.

"Junior brother, don't worry!" Chen Daozi calculated with his fingers and said with a smile, "There will be no disaster tonight. You can take this opportunity to show off our sect's power!"

"Damn it, you're all talk, can't you even put your hands on the table?" Xu Ping cursed inwardly in his ear, but still couldn't stand Kong Ming's provocation and stood up. A cheer immediately erupted from the crowd. Who wouldn't want to watch a free show? Today's competition was much more exciting than yesterday's, and it naturally won a standing ovation.

Leaping in front of him, Xu Ping's face was already stern.

He clasped his hands and said, "Xu Ping, a disciple of Guigu!" "Shaolin, Kong Ming." After saying this, Kong Ming had already assumed the starting stance of the Arhat Fist. Judging from his muscles, which were as hard as iron, he was definitely a master of external martial arts.

Xu Ping took a deep breath, his whole body tensed, and his aura as a mid-level Earth Rank cultivator immediately exploded out, creating waves of energy.

"Ah, wasn't he at the lower rank? How is he at the mid rank now?!"

"How did this guy train? He's a monster!"

The crowd was stunned again. Song Yuanshan's brows furrowed even deeper. His prized disciple couldn't even last a single move against this opponent, while the so-called most talented young man in the martial world, Shaolin's Kongming, had fallen a rank in a single exchange. The young man before him looked to be less than twenty years old yet was so powerful

. Just how strong were the disciples of the Ghost Valley Sect? Song Yuanshan was already considering whether or not to provoke such a formidable enemy. Kongming's face darkened further, and he watched Xu Ping with heightened vigilance.

Xu Ping knew nothing except for a rudimentary cross fist technique, so he couldn't expose his weaknesses now. Although Kongming's cultivation was lower than his own, Shaolin martial arts were so exquisite; he would definitely surpass him in skill. Damn it, what should he do?

"Watch out!" Kong Ming roared, then unleashed a Black Tiger Claw attack aimed straight for Xu Ping's chest.

"Good." Xu Ping thought for a moment, adopting a stance from his memories of free fighting. He could

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rely on a head-on clash, using his profound internal energy to gain the upper hand. Their fists immediately clashed. Kong Ming's entire body was a potential attack point, striking Xu Ping's weaknesses with both fists and feet. Relying on his abundant internal energy, Xu Ping blocked what he could, and when he couldn't, he used brute force to fight back, without gaining the slightest advantage.

Each collision of fists and feet produced a dull thud, enough to make one's bones ache! The fight was evenly matched, with both Xu Ping and Kong Ming only letting out a muffled groan when hit, continuing their battle without making a sound.

"Too strong!"

Exclamations rippled through the crowd, but some in Shaolin Temple had already noticed the cross-fist style that Xu Ping had unconsciously revealed, and said with some surprise, "Isn't he using the Shi family's cross-fist? Is this person related to the Judge of the Mortal World?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd also felt that Xu Ping's moves were somewhat similar, immediately sparking another round of discussion.

Everyone knew that Shi Tianfeng was a Grand Inspector of the Imperial Guard, and using his martial arts would easily arouse suspicion. Xu Ping was startled and quickly withdrew his instinctive attack, awkwardly defending himself, and was forced to retreat repeatedly by Kong Ming.

"Brother Xu, keep going!" A delicate and charming voice, filled with worry, rang out from the crowd.

Xu Ping turned around and saw Lan Xiaoxun, looking at him with concern in her eyes. Before he could even see who was around her, Kong Ming had already seized the opportunity, delivering a powerful punch that sent Xu Ping staggering back several steps, almost falling off the stage.

But Kongming didn't take advantage of the situation. Standing there, he glared fiercely at Lan Xiaoxun before saying to Xu Ping, "That punch doesn't count, let's do it again!"

Lan Xiaoxun looked at Xu Ping apologetically, her face full of self-reproach, which was quite charming and made the surrounding men feel sorry for her. The pitiful little beauty naturally attracted everyone's attention.

"Damn it! What's the use of saying all this after the fight?" Xu Ping also revealed his rogue nature. He thought that hiding like this wasn't a solution. If he couldn't use the Cross Fist, he might as well use a blind boxing style to defeat the master. He would give them a mixed set of punches, and no one would be able to tell the difference.

After making up his mind, Xu Ping muttered to himself, "What about Dugu Qiubai? What about Dongfang Bubai? I'll possess them for now, and burn some paper money for them when I win." But then he thought that didn't make sense. Dongfang Bubai was a dead transvestite. Why would he possess him? He wasn't into gay stuff.

"Hah!" Upon hearing Xu Ping's words, Kongming didn't say anything more and kicked out.

"Damn it, I've watched so many martial arts movies, I refuse to believe I don't have a single one that I can use!" Xu Ping didn't say much, adopting a drunken fist stance and charging forward. But when he reached him, he used clumsy Tai Chi techniques to deflect a powerful kick.

Kong Ming was stunned for a moment, and before he

could react, Xu Ping switched to a military boxing routine, raining punches down on his face. Kong Ming was caught off guard by this sudden change, frantically blocking, but still taking a couple of blows to the face. He started to adjust, but before he could properly defend himself, Xu Ping's mind flashed through countless scenes from kung fu movies. Suddenly, his style changed, and he started using a routine that even he couldn't tell was Wing Chun or Hung Gar, then he channeled Bruce Lee, viciously kicking Kong Ming's groin. The panicked Kong Ming was forced to retreat.

The spectators all frowned. What kind of martial arts was this? It looked chaotic yet so exquisite; they'd never heard of any martial arts style like this before.

This series of transitions has dispelled others' doubts about the Cross Fist. After all, they are all martial arts, and it is inevitable that they will have similarities. Just like the Dragon Claw Hand and Eagle Claw Kung Fu, they are difficult to distinguish in terms of training or moves. So it is not a big deal if they happen to resemble the Cross Fist.

Seeing Kong Ming already knocked to the edge of the ring, Xu Ping naturally seized the opportunity to kick him while he was down. Taking advantage of his confusion, he used the most shameless tactic, first throwing a punch at Kong Ming's face. As Kong Ming frantically tried to block, Xu Ping sneered, raised his leg, and delivered a vicious kick to his stomach with the most standard thuggish kick.

"Ah..." Kong Ming cried out in pain, unable to withstand the powerful force, and was kicked off the ring by Xu Ping. However, after a somersault in mid-air, he landed with minimal injury.

"The winner, Guigu School, Xu Ping!"

With the host's shout, the name "Xu Ping," originally used to conceal his identity, was rendered useless.

Kongming endured the pain for a while before straightening up. He said, somewhat stubbornly but also very politely, "Brother Xu, I have lost! Your fist techniques are truly too powerful, like thousands of rivers flowing into one, unfathomable. I, Kongming, accept my defeat wholeheartedly. However, when I reach the middle level of the Earth Rank, I am confident I can fight you again."

"Master's martial arts are indeed very advanced!" Xu Ping quickly returned the greeting. "My victory was somewhat due to luck. If Master were at the same middle level as me, I wouldn't be so confident of victory!"

After this polite compliment, Kongming smiled contentedly, nodded to Xu Ping, and walked back.

Xu Ping didn't say anything more. Anyway, this so-called winner probably wouldn't even get a banner, let alone a prize or any reward. Since there was no benefit, he didn't bother wasting his breath. Back in his seat, he was drenched in sweat, panting heavily and sipping tea, thinking how lucky he was to have managed to get away with such a haphazard fight.

Kong Ming looked over and gave Xu Ping a friendly smile.

It seemed he was just enjoying sparring; he wasn't angry about losing, and was even pleased with a fairly even match – a true martial arts fanatic. Xu Ping immediately felt a sense of camaraderie and returned a friendly smile.

Originally a talent gathering organized by the Qingyi Sect, their prized disciple was defeated in a single move in front of everyone. The battle between Yao Lu and Leng Yue of the Hundred Flowers Palace, who had a grudge against each other, was evenly matched, a thrilling and unforgettable fight. Another even more spectacular duel was a fierce battle between the Ghost Valley Sect, which harbored subtle animosity, and Shaolin's most talented disciple. Given this situation, it could be said that the Qingyi Sect had truly lost face.

The cheers from the audience continued, praising Xu Ping and Kong Ming, while Song Yuanshan and the other Qingyi Sect elders looked rather grim.

Seeing that the gathering was no longer lively, the crowd began to murmur and wanted to leave. At this moment, Song Yuanshan stood up somewhat reluctantly, looked around, and cleared his throat: "Gentlemen, today's battles have truly showcased the talents of the martial world, making it quite a spectacle. Our sect possesses a Seven Kill Sword Formation; I wonder if you would like to stay and admire it?"

The crowd immediately stopped, looking at him curiously.

Song Yuanshan didn't say much. With a stern face, he waved his sleeve, and seven disciples behind him immediately understood, stepping forward with their swords drawn. They gracefully bowed to the crowd, then immediately assumed their stances and began to wield their swords

. Although all seven were only at the lower or middle level of the second rank, they seemed to have practiced for a long time. The gleaming swords moved with perfect coordination, their fluid movements seamless, dazzling the eye.

Many true masters frowned. Although it seemed like a sword dance for entertainment, the Green Robe Sect was clearly unwilling to give up! Although the seven disciples' cultivation was not high, their swordsmanship was truly exquisite. They pounced relentlessly, giving almost no chance to retaliate, and completely blocked the upper three routes. No matter how good one's lightness skill was, it was difficult to escape. Even if one wanted to break out of the encirclement, it was difficult to exert force. It was truly mysterious!

"Hehe, I wonder which hero is interested in breaking this Seven Kill Sword Formation?" Song Yuanshan's face, which had been gloomy all day, finally revealed a slight smile. He faced the audience as he spoke, but his eyes were clearly fixed on Xu Ping.

Damn it, that old fox cheated! Xu Ping gritted his teeth in hatred. The old guy clearly couldn't stand being taken advantage of and wanted to cause trouble for him. He was already somewhat lucky to have defeated Kong Ming. He didn't have many moves to begin with, and he had no chance against this ingenious sword formation.

"I'll go!" Kong Ming's competitive spirit flared up. Without waiting for Xu Ping's response, he grabbed a staff and rushed onto the stage.

Although he acted very bravely, all the elders and monks of Shaolin frowned, secretly blaming him for being too impulsive. The seven swordsmen had clearly been practicing together since childhood, and their teamwork was now seamless. With their skillful coordination, even if they couldn't kill a high-level Earth Rank expert, they could at least put up a fight. Kong Ming had no chance of breaking the formation.

As many had predicted, Kongming had intended to use his long staff to create space for himself, but he was repeatedly defeated by the coordinated attacks of his seven disciples. After only a couple of exchanges, his staff was forced out of his hand, and he scrambled to dodge the dense barrage of sword strikes.

"I've lost!" Forced to jump off the stage, Kongming sighed dejectedly and returned to the stands.

The seven disciples immediately sheathed their swords and bowed respectfully to the crowd. The exquisite swordsmanship drew gasps of amazement from everyone in the arena, and the expressions of the Qingyi Sect members softened somewhat. Song Yuanshan couldn't help but smile smugly, glancing at Xu Ping and asking with a grin, "Master Kongming has no way to break this formation. Would Young Hero Xu be willing to give it a try?"

"No problem, this formation isn't difficult to break!" Xu Ping stood up lazily, but his words drew skeptical glances from the crowd.

"Junior Brother!" Although Chen Daozi didn't understand martial arts, he could see the intricacies of the sword formation and knew Xu Ping's background. He immediately tugged at Xu Ping's sleeve nervously.

After Xu Ping indicated that he was alright, he stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "However, to break this formation, I still need to consult with the experts of the Hundred Flowers Palace

. Please wait a moment!" These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd! Kong Ming couldn't break it either, and even the strongest Hundred Flowers Palace couldn't find a young disciple who could compare to him. Could someone really see the way to break this sword formation? The people from the Hundred Flowers Palace were also stunned. They looked at each other, wondering what Xu Ping meant.

Xu Ping ignored their doubts and walked straight to Yao Lu. He smiled slyly and said, "Miss, could we speak in private?"

"Me?" Yao Lu was already a little nervous when she saw Xu Ping coming. Her voice was flustered.

"Yes!" Xu Ping looked at her with a smile.

The others tactfully moved away, leaving Yao Lu to wait for Xu Ping's questions. At this moment, thousands of eyes were focused on her. This situation would make even a seasoned veteran nervous, let alone an ordinary disciple.

Yao Lu nodded slightly. Xu Ping immediately lowered his head and looked through the small mesh of the veil. Through the hazy light, he saw a stunningly beautiful and charming face. He was finally certain of his judgment; it was indeed Yao Lu.

"What do you want to ask?" Yao Lu was momentarily uneasy. Such close proximity and such direct gaze would be unbearable for any woman. Her heart pounded, and she could almost smell a strong masculine scent wafting towards her.

Xu Ping sniffed hard at the faint scent of her sweat, then glanced warily at the people around him before gesturing for her to come closer. Yao Lu, though nervous, couldn't show it and obediently moved forward a little. A sly chuckle flashed across Xu Ping's face as he immediately leaned close to her ear and whispered something in her ear, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

After their exchange, Xu Ping feigned understanding and began walking towards the arena.

"Senior Sister, what did he ask you?" The disciples of the Hundred Flowers Palace immediately surrounded Yao Lu, chattering excitedly.

Yao Lu's face flushed crimson, like iron that had been burned. Shyly, she covered her ears and shook her head. She hadn't expected Xu Ping to be so audacious. Knowing everyone's eyes were on her, he had been talking while simultaneously licking her already red and burning ear through her veil. Yao Lu felt a tingling, pleasant itch. Although startled, she dared not cry out in front of so many people, silently enduring Xu Ping's excessive harassment.

The itchy feeling was peculiar; after the initial tension, it left her wanting more. Yao Lu subconsciously rubbed her ears, but couldn't find that warm, wet sensation.

"Come here!" Remembering Xu Ping's instructions, Yao Lu smiled mischievously, beckoning her two close friends over. She whispered something to them, leaving them speechless with disbelief.

"Young Master Xu, may we begin?" Song Yuanshan's expression was already somewhat impatient. With his high cultivation and close proximity, he naturally saw what lewd things Xu Ping had done. Under his pressure, Xu Ping remained so lazy and lecherous; no wonder he felt displeased.

"Hehe, I can!" Xu Ping hummed a little tune, happily running onto the arena. This unrestrained demeanor made the Qingyi Sect members grit their teeth in hatred.

"Young Master Xu, please!" The seventh disciple was also displeased and immediately assumed a fighting stance as soon as Xu Ping stepped onto the arena.

"Please!" Xu Ping slowly clasped his hands in a fist salute, a cunning smile flashing in his eyes.

"Watch out!" The eldest disciple shouted, charging forward with his sword. The other six disciples attacked Xu Ping simultaneously from almost every angle.

Xu Ping looked at them with a smile, not nervous at all. Everyone had been holding their breath, anticipating a spectacular battle, but Xu Ping didn't even bother to dodge, let alone counterattack. He simply started running across the arena.

Against such swordsmanship, running was utterly futile! Just as everyone was feeling disappointed, an unexpected situation unfolded. Yao Lu, accompanied by another Hundred Flowers Palace disciple, leaped from the stands. Before anyone could react, she flicked her sleeve, sending dozens of silk threads hurtling towards them.

The seven disciples, their attention completely focused on Xu Ping, and being in a duel, had no time to spare. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, they were caught off guard, and four were immediately bound by the threads, their swords falling to the ground.

The remaining three stopped, turned around, and were completely dumbfounded. Taking advantage of this opening, Xu Ping grinned slyly and rushed forward, kicking them all off the stage.

Xu Ping chuckled loudly, "Everyone, the formation is broken!"

The arena immediately fell silent. The remaining four were all tightly bound by fine silk threads. The more they struggled, the tighter the threads became, leaving them tumbling around in a sorry state, completely unable to move. Only Xu Ping remained, grinning smugly and winking at Yao Lu.

Upon seeing this, Song Yuanshan slammed his fist on the table in anger, roaring, "Xu, what do you mean by this?" His roar, accompanied by profound internal energy, reverberated throughout the arena, making Xu Ping's ears ache and his temples throb as if blood were gushing out of them—a truly uncomfortable sensation. Looking at Song Yuanshan, he was immediately startled. Song Yuanshan's face was contorted with rage, his composure completely gone, his old face twisted with anger, and his eyes bloodshot and frightening.

Seeing Song Yuanshan's anger, all the Qingyi Sect disciples stood up, their faces grim, their eyes filled with murderous intent as they glared at Xu Ping. The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

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