“Who is that woman? She’s already at fifteen consecutive wins, isn’t she?”
“No idea. I’ve never seen such a strong martial artist before.”
“She feels like she’s carrying an unstoppable aura.”
“No way I could beat her. Is there really no one who can take her down?”
“But you have to admit, she’s incredibly beautiful.”
“I’d say her looks rival those of Martial Aunt Qin.”
“Senior Dugu is stepping in!”
“Come on, let’s go watch!”
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
Around Xu Ming, voices filled the air as more and more people moved toward a particular direction, drawn by the commotion.“Brother Xu, shall we join the fun?” Yu Wenxi asked.
Xu Ming nodded. “Let’s go take a look.”
He was curious as well—just who was this female martial artist causing such a stir?
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the small plain, Mo Zhuer, her face hidden behind a veil, wandered idly. Naturally, Jiang Ruyan was accompanying her.
Jiang Ruyan had come to the Tianxuan Sect as the Lord of Falling Star City, bearing gifts of congratulations. The Tianxuan Sect was unaware of her affiliation with the Black Lotus Sect. However, not long ago, the Black Lotus Sect had formally informed the Tianxuan Sect’s master of Jiang Ruyan’s identity.
As a result, Jiang Ruyan was afforded certain special privileges during her visit. At the very least, the Tianxuan Sect master would go to great lengths to ensure her identity wasn’t exposed.
“Zhuer, do you want to step into the ring and fight a few matches?” Jiang Ruyan asked.
In her view, if Zhuer participated, she would undoubtedly shock the crowd. Winning fifteen consecutive matches would likely be a trivial matter.
As for her identity being revealed? The chances were slim. Even if someone grew suspicious, the Tianxuan Sect master would step in to explain.
“No.” Mo Zhuer yawned lazily, her eyes darting around. “None of these people are worth my effort.”
Jiang Ruyan was speechless. “If you’re not competing, then why are you here? To watch the excitement?”
Mo Zhuer’s eyes curved into a smile. “Exactly. Can’t I?”
“Fine, fine.” Jiang Ruyan shrugged. “If you’re here to watch, then I guess I have no choice but to accompany you.”
Mo Zhuer didn’t reply, continuing to meander through the crowd until she suddenly stopped, her gaze fixed on a duel within one of the formations.
Inside, a woman dressed in a martial artist’s combat uniform sent her opponent flying with a single punch.
The woman stood tall and straight, her expression proud, her domineering gaze causing onlookers to involuntarily step back.
“Who is that woman?”
“No idea. She’s already defeated over a dozen people, though.”
“Can you believe it? Just now, a cultivator at the Dragon Gate Realm couldn’t even take three punches from her!”
“By the way, she’s stunningly beautiful.”
“Of course. I’d say she’s even more beautiful than Junior Sister He.”
“Probably only Martial Aunt Qin can compare.”
“In that case, she must be on the Beauty Rankings.”
“A woman on the Beauty Rankings who’s also a martial artist…” A cultivator’s eyes lit up suddenly. “Could she be Wu Yanhan from Wu Kingdom?”
“Holy crap, now that you mention it, she might be!”
“The princess of Wu Kingdom? The one who was rejected in a marriage proposal?”
“No need to guess—it’s definitely her. Wu Kingdom’s eldest princess just arrived at the Tianxuan Sect today. I even saw the Wu Kingdom delegation.”
“That Xu Ming guy really doesn’t know how good he had it! A woman with her status, beauty, and figure! And he wanted to annul the engagement?!”
“Do you think it’s possible that Her Highness the Princess is just too fierce? She’s already sent out cultivators at the Golden Core Realm with a single punch. If you married her, could you handle it?”
“What’s there to handle? I’d rather let the princess step on me!”
“Exactly! Even if she’s a tigress, I’d still let myself be devoured by such a beautiful tigress!”
“…”
Around Mo Zhuer, the sound of conversations echoed one after another.
Jiang Ruyan felt disgusted by these men. They were like “puppy dogs”!
“Puppy dogs.”
Jiang Ruyan mentally repeated the term she’d just coined, feeling it was the perfect description.
Meanwhile, Mo Zhuer was focused entirely on the woman in the arena.
Mo Zhuer slightly furrowed her brow, letting out a cold sneer in her heart. “Wu Yanhan, it’s her. Wu Yanhan… she’s not bad looking, and her figure’s decent too. But someone who practices martial arts is definitely as hard as a rock. It’s fine for men to be tough, but how many men would want a woman like that?”
“Zhuer, what’s wrong? You seem to have some issues with this princess of Wu Kingdom?” Jiang Ruyan noticed Mo Zhuer’s expression and curiously asked, sensing some gossip.
“It’s nothing. I just don’t get how a martial woman, all stiff and rigid, could possibly attract a man’s attention. She’ll probably never get married.” Mo Zhuer smiled.
Jiang Ruyan shook her head and waved her finger. “No, no, no, Zhuer, you’re mistaken. She practices martial arts, not made of stone. How could she be all stiff and rigid? Let me tell you…”
Jiang Ruyan leaned in close to Mo Zhuer’s ear and whispered, “When a woman practices martial arts, her thighs become more toned and elastic. Those legs are absolutely mesmerizing, and even… down there…”
As she spoke, Jiang Ruyan pointed towards two distant peaks on the plain, where the mountains formed a narrow slit in the sky.
Mo Zhuer immediately understood what Jiang Ruyan meant and looked at her with a gaze that could only be described as the look one gives a rogue.
“So, now you get it?” Jiang Ruyan ignored Mo Zhuer’s disdainful expression and continued, “Martial women are even more captivating than ordinary women. And they’re like wild stallions. Who doesn’t like taming a wild stallion? If you can tame a wild stallion and make it obedient… the sense of conquest and achievement… tsk tsk tsk.”
Listening to Jiang Ruyan praise Wu Yanhan so extravagantly, Mo Zhuer felt a bit displeased and said, “Seems like you have quite a bit of interest in women.”
“Of course~” Jiang Ruyan proudly put her hands on her hips. “What else would I study? Those filthy, stinky men? Women smell nice, men stink.”
“Speaking of which,” Jiang Ruyan eyed Mo Zhuer curiously, “Zhuer, just tell me, what exactly is your grudge with Wu Yanhan?”
“It’s nothing personal. She just irritates me.”
Before Jiang Ruyan could react, Mo Zhuer leapt into the formation, standing directly in front of Wu Yanhan.
“Do you want to spar with me?” Wu Yanhan tilted her head and looked at Mo Zhuer.
Mo Zhuer smiled at the corner of her mouth. “Just a little competition.”
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