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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Seventy-Five: "My God, I Want to Have Your Children" (Subscription Request)
Kong Xuan and Lang Ye naturally did not succeed in their plans, yet they earned plenty of praise from Tang Zisu. Afterwards, Tang Zisu wondered if her desire for him to stay was truly for that grand reason. No one could provide her with an answer, and perhaps the answer had always been in her heart; she just lacked the courage to admit it.
Kong Xuan announced that he would challenge Dongfang Muze, and the Warrior Selection Competition would begin in three days. However, since Dongfang Muze was a judge, Lang Ye's chances of challenging him were practically zero!
Unlike other arenas, Peacock Valley maintained its unique style, choosing to hold events at night. The clan leader explained that this way, daytime work would not be interrupted, and it would add a variety of entertainment programs for the evening. Thus, the villagers arrived early with their chairs to the makeshift venue, even setting up betting tables on who would win. It was utterly ridiculous gossip at its peak!
Tang Zisu and Kong Xuan were both among the judges. Kong Xuan shelled sunflower seeds and placed them in a small dish in front of Tang Zisu. After Tang Zisu finished an apple, the sunflower seeds piled up like a small mountain before her. She enjoyed them immensely, and the onlooking villagers sighed in admiration, feeling fortunate that the two hopes of Peacock Mountain had such a good relationship. They quickly expressed envy and applause while reminding others not to be jealous!
Dongfang Muze arrived just before the competition was about to start, dressed in elegant blue robes that made him look remarkably handsome, exuding an aura of a celestial hero. As soon as he appeared, thunderous applause erupted from the crowd. Young women rushed to throw flowers at him, and screams filled the air; it was said that some even fainted from excitement. Tang Zisu learned something new—there were indeed brainless fans at any time; these girls were truly fierce.
Dongfang Muze gracefully sat down beside Tang Zisu. Kong Xuan felt displeased and nearly crushed the sunflower seed shells while shelling them.
Tang Zisu waited to be fed but ended up with a pile of crumbs instead. She kicked Kong Xuan hard under the table and said, "You're not a woman; why are you acting like a lovesick fool?"
Well then, Dongfang Muze had become the number one troublemaker who needed to be dealt with! But no way could that happen!
Tang Zisu flipped through the list of participants; she was shocked when she saw it. It wasn't surprising for Jumping to join the competition, but Little Fish? Why was he here causing trouble? And there was even Zhang Ermao!
The arena competition at Peacock Valley was truly different from what Tang Zisu had seen in novels, television shows, or movies. Ah! It resembled Linghu Chong's chaotic yet joyous experience at Five Hegemons Ridge in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer—how could it not feel like disaster was looming?
Kong Xuan cut a small piece of golden roasted lamb leg, dipped it in sauce, and stuffed it into Tang Zisu's slightly open mouth. While chewing on the lamb meat, Tang Zisu turned her head and asked, "Why is Little Fish participating too?"
Kong Xuan wiped her mouth with a piece of white silk that had sesame seeds on it and said, "Swallow it first before talking, Silly Goose."
Tang Zisu's ears turned red as she whispered back, "With so many people around, you shouldn't call me Silly Goose."
"Then is it okay if there are fewer people?"
"Come on, be serious."
"Am I not serious?"
"You?" Tang Zisu rolled her eyes, realizing that her and Kong Xuan's thick skin were on completely different levels. She quickly steered the conversation back on track: "Little Fish, why is he participating in the competition? With his small frame, he wouldn't even be able to jump a foot."
Kong Xuan glanced at the stage and said, "Because he is a man; he wants to protect his hometown and family."
Tang Zisu rolled her eyes again. "Hmph, I'm a man too. Why don't I have such noble sentiments?"
Kong Xuan tugged at a handful of her long hair slightly. "You're a man? How can I not see that?"
"Be gentle, it hurts." Tang Zisu's face flushed as she quickly shut her mouth. At times like this, it was better not to discuss such private topics. Does it matter to you whether I’m a man or not?
At that moment, the sound of drums thundered. The village chief had invited young women with exposed chests and legs from the town to sing and dance, creating quite a lively atmosphere. When the drumming stopped, the village chief slowly walked onto the stage to begin the opening speech for the Peacock Valley Warrior Selection.
Tang Zisu yawned. She realized she had no interest in women with large chests and backsides anymore. Shouldn't she be snuggled up in a warm bed dreaming of a beautiful life instead of standing in the cold listening to an old man ramble?
Dongfang Muze listened with a smile, clearly enjoying it. Tang Zisu couldn't help but question how this handsome hero could find such a boring speech amusing!
Kong Xuan turned her face towards him. "Don't look over there; it's too ugly. Be careful not to hurt your eyes."
Tang Zisu resentfully swallowed a piece of snack. You childish Old Demon!
Kong Xuan poured Tang Zisu a cup of hot tea and quietly asked, "Tang Zisu, do you want to be a hero?"
"No way, too tiring," Silly Goose blurted out without thinking; such a foolish question didn't even require consideration.
"What about being an immortal?"
"Not interested."
"Hmm, what about nobility or sages?"
"Not interested in any of that. I just want to have lots and lots of money and then be a useless person soaking up the sun."
"Poof." Dongfang Muze sprayed tea into the bowl, making quite a mess.
Tang Zisu shot him an annoyed glance. The village chief on stage was talking about how the climate in Peacock Valley was warm and humid, suitable for growing various types of rice. It was ridiculous enough to make her laugh; he must be out of his mind.
Tang Zisu poked Kong Xuan in the side: "What about you? Do you want to rise above everyone else?"
Kong Xuan gazed at the blazing campfire ahead, the noisy scene of humanity gradually fading into illusion. He smiled lightly, his beautiful face radiating charm: "I want to spend a lot of your money and then accompany you to be lazy under the sun."
Tang Zisu felt a jolt from Kong Xuan's words, a tingling sensation spreading from her heart to her limbs, making her fingers feel weak and hard to lift. She lowered her head shyly, her silky long hair cascading down to her chest.
Kong Xuan looked at the small patch of fair skin exposed at the back of her neck and wanted to lean in and kiss it. However, given the occasion, he could only suppress the flames of desire in his heart.
The village chief transitioned from discussing rice cultivation to talking about postnatal care for sows. He intended to discuss how to improve hen egg production rates, but someone enthusiastically threw vegetable leaves and sunflower seeds at him. Since eggs were relatively expensive, those definitely should not be thrown. The chief, adorned in bright red and green garments, stepped off the stage as beautiful cheerleaders surrounded the contestants.
The first contestant took the stage and completely stunned Tang Zisu. Wow! Jump! Jump!
Jumping's entrance was not surprising; what was surprising was her outfit. Her wild black hair seemed to have been slicked down with a lot of vegetable oil into a messy bun, adorned with silver hairpins and colorful silk flowers. A bright red blush was smeared on her eyelids, and she wore a short red top with an oil-green skirt. A deep purple embroidered ribbon around her waist held a butcher knife, making her look like an assortment of vegetables grown together in a garden.
Tang Zisu nervously clutched Kong Xuan's sleeve: "What is Jumping going to do? Is this a competition or a performance for the Great Deity?"
Kong Xuan quickly fed her a candied red fruit to calm her down. "Don't worry; it's already good that she didn't bring a pig on stage."
Little Fish's entrance was much more normal. Although his new outfit was oversized and he almost tripped over it while bowing, he surprisingly had enthusiastic fans!
Of course, his fanbase couldn't compare to Dongfang Muze's; they were all middle-aged women over forty, led by Aunt Zhu, who still had charm despite being Little Fish's stepmother and Jumping's mother-in-law.
The aunties wore their new clothes for the New Year, holding flowers and fans as they danced joyfully with their sturdy waists. Their energy rivaled that of young girls. Tang Zisu gasped; she hadn't expected Little Fish's support team to be so strong. If they played another catchy ethnic song, they could easily transition into modern square dancing.
The last contestant to take the stage was Lang Ye. He wore only a pair of cloth pants; his legs were straight and long, with muscular arms exposed. His eight-pack abs were hard as rock, each muscle rolling beneath his bronze skin.
Lang Ye's wild and fierce entrance immediately caused an uproar. The girls squealed while holding their faces in excitement, and some bolder ones squeezed forward wanting to touch the handsome guy's arms—abs would be even better. Tang Zisu felt as if she had returned to a modern concert scene where seniors shouted at their idols for social media handles or group chats: "Please give us your Weibo! You're so handsome; I want to have your baby!" It was chaotic beyond measure.
The mountain folk of Peacock Valley mostly came from hunting backgrounds and had a bold culture. Therefore, many skilled hunters participated in this competition, making it quite an exciting event.
The rules of the competition were simple: "Group fight!"
A large group of people was fighting anyone they saw, and the remaining four would advance to the finals.
"Who came up with such bizarre competition rules?"
"I did," Dongfang Muze replied loudly, feeling quite proud of himself.
Tang Zisu sighed helplessly. "Don't you think this is childish and low-level? It seems that the beautiful Old Demon beside me is more reliable."
The crowd was in chaos as they fought. Zhu Tiao Tiao lifted her green skirt and rolled up the sleeves of her red jacket, tossing her jewelry into her brother's basket. As she stepped onto the stage, a space immediately cleared around her. Who wouldn't recognize the Pig Killer? Everyone had grown up being beaten by her. With the Jumping Butcher Knife in hand, she exuded an intimidating presence, prompting everyone to quickly back away to avoid a humiliating defeat.
Zhang Ermao, with his distinctive hair, had his own methods. He set a large chair on the stage and poured himself tea from a small teapot, sipping calmly. Anyone who approached him would receive money from a bald man saying, "Take it! My young master is the best in the world; hurry and take this money for your injuries."
As for Little Fish, he cleverly slipped away during the chaos. Whenever someone charged at him, he would shout, "Watch out behind you! Look to your left; that's the guy who spoke ill of you last year and sent your bride away on your wedding night with just one cup of tea..." This kind of sharp tongue could barely be considered clever!
In the end, everyone's focus turned to Lang Ye.
Seeing Lang Ye surrounded by layers of people, Tang Zisu nervously said, "What kind of ridiculous rule is this? It's unfair for so many people to gang up on one!"
Dongfang Muze replied sarcastically, "Do you think monsters care about fairness?"
Tang Zisu: .......
Kong Xuan reached out to pull her closer. "Don't worry; no matter how many people there are, Lang Ye can handle it."
Tang Zisu frowned. Without magic power, wasn't he just an ordinary person? There was no need to act tough at a time like this.
Just then, while Tang Zisu was lost in thought, there were screams from the stage and applause from below. Lang Ye raised his arms and roared wildly as people around him fell like dominoes.
Lang Ye suddenly felt lonely. Sighing, he thought he might as well change his name to Lang Ye Seeking Defeat; please don’t idolize me; I’m just a legend!
Tonight's preliminary round selected Lang Ye, Jumping, Little Fish, and Zhang Ermao as the four finalists. As soon as Lang Ye stepped off the stage, he was surrounded by a group of female fans—one wanted to make him shoes, another offered to tailor clothes for him, and one even hinted at wanting to have his children. Lang Ye was hardly interested in what they were saying; he was just searching for that petite figure he hadn't seen all night.
Where did Softy go? He hadn’t seen her all evening. It turned out she had been hired by the clan leader as the head chef for the competition, responsible for everyone's meals. As a behind-the-scenes hero, Lang Ye naturally couldn't see her.
This commotion lasted until midnight when Kong Xuan took the sleepy Silly Goose to the riverbank to watch the moon.
Tonight is a full moon, and the silver light shatters across the river, yet Tang Zisu remains oblivious, yawning endlessly.
Kong Xuan removes his cloak and wraps Tang Zisu tightly from head to toe, playfully pinching her little nose: "Silly Goose."
Tang Zisu turns around seriously in front of him: "Where do I look like a melon? If anything, I look like a cucumber."
"That's Silly Cucumber."
Tang Zisu pouts: "What's so nice about this dark and cold weather?"
Kong Xuan's face appears somewhat hazy in the moonlight, evoking a sense of melancholy: "I'm just in a bad mood and wanted you to keep me company for a while."
"You’re in a bad mood? You can feel down too?" Tang Zisu leans closer to Kong Xuan, tilting her head to observe his face carefully.
Kong Xuan reaches out to embrace her, then presses his lips firmly against Tang Zisu's.
"Wuwu..."
It’s always like this; it’s simply annoying!
After pushing a few times without success, it only encourages Kong Xuan to deepen the kiss. Gradually, they kiss more passionately by the mountain stream under the bright moon and stars, their breaths intertwining as their heartbeats synchronize.
A Cold Crow flaps its wings from a tree, casting a resentful glance before flying into the darkness.
After a long while, Kong Xuan finally releases Tang Zisu, who suddenly turns and walks away.
Kong Xuan quickly catches up with two or three steps, grabbing her shoulder: "What’s wrong? Are you angry?"
Tang Zisu abruptly turns her head, tears streaming down her face: "Enough!"
Kong Xuan is puzzled: "What?"
"I’m asking if you’ve had your fun? I know you’ve lived for thousands of years and have seen everything. Have you been growing mushrooms in the human realm these past few days? Looking for someone to entertain you? You could call Zhang Ermao to Snow Lotus or Little Fish to make Stinky Tofu; you can have everyone worship you. But can you keep your distance from me? Can you stop hugging and kissing me at every turn? I’m a person with principles; don’t think that just because you look good, you can do whatever you want. Those who show off will be struck by lightning. You’re playing with me, and I’m not happy!
In this strange world, I’m just a lonely soul. I don’t deserve to engage in such intimate actions with you, the noble and aloof Kong Xuan, the Great Ming King. Please, don’t provoke me anymore. Life and death are my fate; I beg for mercy!"
Kong Xuan felt a bit at a loss; he didn't understand how he had managed to upset Tang Zisu. She didn't dislike him kissing her; just a moment ago, she had been so warm and engaged, yet her mood changed faster than flipping a page in a book!
In truth, he didn't understand Tang Zisu, and even she didn't understand herself. In this strange, fantastical, and terrifying world, her entire rationality felt like a building that had been torn down and rebuilt. Thankfully, her optimistic and carefree nature prevented her from breaking down in tears. She cherished every bit of warmth she encountered here, but Kong Xuan was like a ball of fire to her—she wanted to get close yet feared being hurt. With such conflicting emotions, her small outburst was actually beneficial for her mental health, but the target of her anger was none other than the proud Peacock King!
Tang Zisu stormed ahead in anger. After venting her frustration, she regretted it. She thought that if Kong Xuan could catch up to her, she would pretend nothing had happened and might even throw herself into his arms; all the problems would seem trivial then.
Kong Xuan followed Tang Zisu at a distance, their shadows stretching long under the moonlight.
As Tang Zisu entered the door, she bumped right into Lang Ye. He steadied her and asked, "Where's Kong Xuan? Weren't you two together?"
Tang Zisu's heart felt like a plastic bag filled with water that had just been punctured; Lang Ye's words created a hole in it, and tears streamed down her face in an instant. Lang Ye was taken aback and was about to say something when Tang Zisu had already dashed back to her room.
Kong Xuan walked in, and Lang Ye grabbed him: "What's wrong with her?"
Kong Xuan didn't answer but countered with a question: "What are you doing standing here instead of going to bed? Haven't you played the dog long enough?"
Lang Ye found this amusing; he knew Kong Xuan was taking out his frustrations on him. He chuckled and said, "Alright, I see you're unsatisfied; it's written all over your face."
Kong Xuan shook him off coldly: "Go to your room; I need to talk."
Kong Xuan sat at the table, lightly tapping its surface with two fingers while gazing into the distance.
Lang Ye handed him a cup of hot tea: "You're so serious; did you get someone pregnant and now have to take responsibility?"
Kong Xuan directly knocked on his head: "Keep talking nonsense and I'll sew your mouth shut. Lang Ye, I saw Cold Crow."
"Cold Crow? That bastard is still alive?"
"It's been around us all along. At first, I thought it was just an ordinary crow. Today it followed me to the riverbank, and I recognized it from afar by the disgusting smell of death emanating from it."
"That bastard better not cross my path; otherwise, I'll gut it open to honor my brothers who died because of its betrayal."
"Lang Ye, that's not the point. The point is why it's showing up now."
"Yeah, whose lackey is it now? Kong Xuan, what are you planning?"
"You inform Mei Xiao to return to Peacock Demon Palace and bring me the Peacock Chronicle."
"What do you need that for?"
"To find a way to extract heart's blood without causing death."
"Kong Xuan, you really are in love..."
"Lang Ye!" Kong Xuan interrupted sharply. "You don't need to worry about anything, just notify Mei Xiao."
"I'm afraid that's not possible; she can't get in. Ever since you came out, no one can enter the Demon Palace. When you were injured, I thought about sending her back to fetch some celestial herbs, but she almost got scorched trying to get in."
Kong Xuan fell silent for a moment before saying, "Then after the competition, you and I will go back together. By the way, how is the preparation for Tomorrow's Competition?"
"What more preparation is needed? It's practically in the bag."
"You can't underestimate these people; they know how to stir things up."
"Alright, stop thinking about it. Go back to sleep; it's almost dawn."
"Mm." Kong Xuan replied and stood up. As he reached the door, Lang Ye called out to him: "Kong Xuan, we've lived this long and seen everything, played every game, and made our names across the three realms. This time, even if we die, we must do what we want to do."
Kong Xuan smiled faintly, though his face was somewhat pale. He mouthed "Don't worry," then gracefully departed.
In the bedroom, Tang Zisu was exhausted and asleep, her small face marked with tear stains, even her long eyelashes glistening with droplets. Kong Xuan extended his slender, luminous fingers to gently catch a tear before bringing it to his lips and tasting it with his tongue. The salty bitterness spread across his taste buds as images of Tang Zisu crying in anger filled his mind. He couldn't help but crouch down quietly beside her, waiting for dawn.
A peaceful day passed, and another wild night arrived.
Just one day later, Tang Zisu could hardly recognize the people of Peacock Valley. They all looked like they had been injected with excitement; their eyes were red with enthusiasm. The clan leader personally presided over the gambling table, completely changing from his usual slow demeanor as he rolled up his sleeves and squatted on a bench. "Are you still worried about the hard work of farming? Are you still afraid of risking your life? Today, a huge opportunity for wealth is right before your eyes! From now on, your life will change—defeat the rich and handsome and marry the beautiful and wealthy! What are you waiting for? What are you hesitating for? Place your bets!"
Tang Zisu's jaw nearly dropped; this was truly outrageous! But is it really okay for the clan leader to act like this?
Tang Zisu tugged at the clan leader: "Leader, gathering people for gambling is wrong."
The clan leader's face flushed with excitement: "Tang Zisu, take out your savings and place a bet! Is it Jumping or Lang Ye?"
"I, I won't buy anything from you. You all can enjoy yourselves."
Tang Zisu pushed through the crowd and slowly walked to the judges' table. Just yesterday, she had walked side by side with someone, laughing and chatting.
"Be careful." Someone helped her a bit, and Tang Zisu felt a flicker of joy. But when she looked up, it was Dongfang Muze, and her heart sank.
Dongfang Muze helped her sit down. "Why are you here alone? I haven't seen Divine Lady."
"He, he has something to attend to and will arrive later."
"That's good; at least he didn't come late." A familiar voice came from behind Tang Zisu. Although it wasn't the same as when she was alone with him, her heart still skipped a beat.
Kong Xuan didn't look at her; he simply walked past her and sat in his own seat. Tang Zisu felt as if her heart was being tightly squeezed by a hand, leaving her with an indescribable sense of frustration.
Kong Xuan's face resembled autumn water as he seemed very focused on watching the girls dance.
Today, the clan leader couldn't spare time for a speech. After a while of dancing, the contestants began to take the stage.
Today, Lang Ye and Jumping had drastically changed their appearances. Jumping had returned to her sharp male attire, her long hair tied back in a braid, while Lang Ye wore a black robe cinched at the waist with a wide brocade belt, accentuating his broad shoulders and slim waist. It turned out that during breakfast this morning, Softy had given him a pointed look and said something like, "A barbarian without clothes." Lang Ye immediately heeded his wife's advice and obediently put on clothes to avoid attracting the attention of fierce girls; he was truly very afraid of his wife.
Today's competition aimed to select the top three contestants, and the matchups were determined by drawing lots.
Little Fish was very nervous; if she faced that female tyrant Jumping, it would be a dead end for her. Fortunately, luck was on her side—her opponent turned out to be Zhang Ermao. Little Fish wanted to cling to Lang Ye's leg and cry. "Big brother, please take care of yourself; that woman is all yours!"
Tonight, no one was there to shell sunflower seeds for Tang Zisu; she vented her frustration by cracking them loudly herself. "I don't need you! I can do it myself! Eating sunflower seeds!"
The first match was Little Fish vs. Zhang Ermao. Although Little Fish was slender, she was definitely taller and stronger than Zhang Ermao. As soon as she stepped onto the stage, Little Fish pushed him down and began throwing punches and kicks—was she really going to step on his spine? That absolutely couldn't happen! Little Fish was a well-read gentleman! (Yes, you read that right; it must be five large carts!)
Zhang Ermao approached in his flashy attire, swaggering forward while making faces at Little Fish. "Hey there, little fish! I'll give you one or two silver coins—enough for you to sell tofu for a month."
Little Fish wiped the spit off her face and opened her folding fan to waft away the garlic smell. "Second Young Master, why do you want to give me money?"
"Just let me win."
"If I step down, will you win? Even if you win, why should you win?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Fine, you don't have to say. Then let me ask you, who are you?"
"I, of course, am Zhang Ermao."
"Who is Zhang Ermao?"
"He is my father's son."
"And who is your father?"
"Damn it, are you sick? My father is Zhang Dahu."
"And who is Zhang Dahu?"
"You little brat, Zhang Dahu is my father."
"And who are you again?"
"Who am I? I am Zhang Ermao."
"Wrong, Zhang Ermao is a code name. You can be called Zhang Ermao, I can be called Zhang Ermao, and your father can also be called Zhang Ermao."
"You, you, you are talking nonsense. I am the real Zhang Ermao."
"Heaven and Earth nurture all things, leading to the existence of people. Where do people come from and where are they going? Every day, busy living for what purpose? Food turns into waste after being eaten; waste becomes fertilizer in the fields, which nourishes crops. When the crops mature, they are eaten again. This cycle continues endlessly—where is the end? And what meaning does it have for someone who doesn't even know what they are to eat and defecate every day?"
"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going? What is the meaning of my existence?" Zhang Ermao spoke fluently without stuttering but then spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Little Fish stunned Tang Zisu and her friends! Damn it, Little Fish, are you the reincarnation of Kongming or Lu Xiucai traveling through time? This is incredible! If you were in modern times, you'd definitely be on CCTV giving lectures and becoming a celebrity!
Little Fish only needed to use words to knock Zhang Ermao out cold, adding another miraculous entry to the history of Peacock Valley. Sister-in-law's proud spirit trembled as she embraced everyone madly, saying, "Anfei Fish is my little brother," "Little Fish was raised by me selling tofu," "I taught Little Fish everything." Jumping and her brother wanted to crawl into a mouse hole; with such a mother, it was too embarrassing—she couldn't possibly be their biological mother!
Finally, it was Jumping and Lang Ye's turn to take the stage. Jumping lifted her collar dramatically while drawing out the Butcher Knife. Lang Ye stood casually with his arms crossed, smiling in a way that was quite annoying.
Jumping felt underestimated and glared angrily, saying, "Draw your weapon; don't say that I am bullying you while you are unarmed."
Lang Ye scratched his ear and replied, "First, I should let you have the advantage since you are just a girl, so no weapons. Second, you are Little Fish's aunt, which has nothing to do with me. Please speak more politely in the future."
"Now I will show you the power of a girl," Jumping declared as she swung her knife, completely enveloping Lang Ye in a swirling Blade Dance, as if she were butchering a pig.
Lang Ye remained calm and composed, not moving a muscle or even showing any change in posture. However, every strike from Jumping missed its target, and even someone as inexperienced as Tang Zisu could tell they were on completely different levels. Perhaps it was time for Jumping, the female warrior, to back down!
Lang Ye chuckled, "You've improved quite a bit; you're much faster than when you faced Zhu Yan. But was this meat-cutting technique taught to you by your Eastern master?"
"This is called the Dragon Slashing Blade Technique. Watch as I peel off your skin," Jumping retorted, momentarily pausing. When did you see me spar with Zhu Yan?
"Dragon Slashing? It can only be used to kill pigs. Let go," Lang Ye said as he poked Jumping's wrist. Her Butcher Knife slipped from her hand and stuck into the ground; she had been completely defeated.
"Women are better off at home cooking, doing laundry, and having children. Don't go around calling yourself 'aunt' all the time; not every man is called Anfei Fish, do you understand?"
Jumping bit her lip and shot a resentful glance at Lang Ye, then leaped away.
As Little Fish, who was supposed to face Lang Ye, did not step onto the stage at all and chased after Jumping, he truly was a good little uncle!
Wait, did Little Fish forfeit? Does that mean Lang Ye is the champion? Just as the clan leader was about to announce it, Lang Ye jumped down from the platform and walked straight to the judges' table. With an arrogant tilt of her chin, she said, "Mr. Dongfang, I want to spar with you!"
Tang Zisu was taken aback; this was clearly a provocation!
Kong Xuan calmly pulled his sleeve from Tang Zisu's hand and said lightly, "Mr. Dongfang, my brother here is rather straightforward; please take care."
Confused, Tang Zisu looked at Kong Xuan. Why did it have to be a sparring session? Did it really require binding limbs and stuffing mouths while wielding a whip and asking "Do you want to be trampled?"
Clearly shocked by her own thoughts, by the time she came to her senses, the gentle-looking Mr. Dongfang and the fierce and wild Lang Ye were already standing on the stage.
The audience erupted in applause. After winning a large sum of money, the clan leader quickly opened new betting pools. Surprisingly, bets on both of them were evenly split. The clan leader cunningly thought about taking half for himself; indeed, math wasn't taught by physical education teachers—very clever!
The excitement among the girls was even greater; now both of their fans were evenly divided. Some even supported both of them—one was suave and handsome while the other was charmingly wild. They were in quite a dilemma about whom to support!
Tang Zisu straightened her back nervously. She graciously forgot about earlier unpleasantness and initiated conversation with Kong Xuan: "Do you think Lang Ye will win?"
Kong Xuan glanced at her lightly and asked, "Do you hope he wins?"
"Of course, he's your brother, one of us," Tang Zisu replied, looking puzzled. "Are you out of your mind?"
The two words pleased Kong Xuan, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes. "He won't win."
"Won't win? Then why don't you stop him? It would be embarrassing to lose."
"Embarrassing? He won't lose as long as Dongfang Muze doesn't use magic; he definitely won't lose."
"Not winning and not losing? Are they going to fight back and forth, developing a mutual understanding and then join hands to roam the world together? This is the rhythm of Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang!"
Kong Xuan chose to ignore Tang Zisu's strange words since he couldn't understand them. He reached out and pinched Tang Zisu's nose. "It doesn't matter what you say; just watch a good show."
Why is he getting physical again when I was trying to talk nicely? Did I ever say I forgave you? It's really annoying!
On the arena, Dongfang Muze drew his sword, the silver light flashing as if it split the night, shining brightly!
"Good sword, indeed a fine weapon!" Lang Ye emphasized the word "fine," enjoying himself before they even fought.
"Show your weapon; Zhu Xian never fights against someone unarmed."
Lang Ye reached into the air and then wiped his hands, conjuring a long spear, the black Wolf Head Spear.
Tang Zisu was astonished. "His weapon looks so imposing, but where is it? I can't see it!"
Kong Xuan lowered his voice and explained, "One of the most basic skills for demons and immortals is to merge their weapons into their bodies, making them part of themselves. This way, they are never unarmed in any situation. Lang Ye's weapon is the Wolf Head Spear; right now, it's just an ordinary weapon. If he regains his magical power, it will naturally gain demonic strength and become much more powerful."
Wow, this is just like Inuyasha's Iron Broken Tooth!
Dongfang Muze smiled slightly. "I didn't expect you've already integrated your weapon into your body; it seems I've encountered a formidable opponent today."
"You’re not bad either; there are not many who can wield the Zhu Xian Sword without being harmed by it. Make your move!"
As soon as they finished speaking, both waved their hands to attack. Suddenly, silver light and black shadows intertwined, making it impossible to see either of them!
"Impressive!" Tang Zisu exclaimed.
"It's just a minor skill!"
"Hey, I know you're impressive too, but please don't interrupt my admiration."
Kong Xuan, hearing this, became displeased again and turned her face away. In fact, when it came to being magnanimous, Kong Xuan was not as good as Tang Zisu; perhaps this was the difference between commoners and the children of officials.
Softy had been in the kitchen and was unaware of what was happening in the arena. Suddenly, a girl rushed in and bumped into her, causing Softy to stumble. She grabbed the girl and said, "What are you doing? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"
"Hurry up! Wolf Commander and Mr. Dongfang are fighting."
"Wolf Commander?"
Yes, that's the fierce new name the girls gave to Lang Ye.
"That's such an ugly name. Why not call him Cricket?"
"What nonsense are you talking? Don't insult my idol. Let go, I need to go to the toilet; I can't hold it anymore."
Softy still stopped her: "This is the kitchen, not the toilet."
The girl, in her flustered state, couldn't distinguish between the kitchen and the toilet; fans can be really scary!
Softy threw down the cloth she was holding and went outside to take a look. Sure enough, two figures were entangled in the arena, with sword lights dancing in the air, dazzling and chaotic. The fierce wind blew the decorations off the heads of the onlooking girls everywhere, and gradually people began to retreat; if that light landed on someone, they would probably die.
Dongfang Muze was momentarily unable to gain the upper hand against Lang Ye. The Zhu Xian Sword began to grow restless, buzzing as if asking why he had not yet used his magical powers.
Lang Ye pointed his spear, letting the tip graze against the sword body, instantly creating sparks. Dongfang Muze focused his thoughts and summoned True Qi; the Zhu Xian Sword responded like a hungry person receiving food, immediately emitting a cheerful sound as its silver light intensified, adding a mist like that of a frenzied dragon.
The Zhu Xian Sword slashed down from above, dazzling light swirling like waves. Lang Ye realized something was wrong but did not dodge or evade; he channeled all his True Qi into the spear tip and met the Zhu Xian Sword head-on.
"You fool!" Kong Xuan growled as she picked up a paperweight from the table and threw it over. Lang Ye had spent five hundred years cultivating the Wolf Head Spear; it couldn't be destroyed just like that.
Kong Xuan's throw was perfectly timed and positioned right between the sword and spear. The graphite paperweight stood no chance against divine weapons and shattered instantly. A fragment about the size of a coin flew out towards Softy's eyes.
The screams and shouts around her seemed to fade into the background as she watched the black shards grow larger, entering her pupils at an unimaginable speed. The only thing she could do was despairingly close her eyes.
There was a sound of a sharp object piercing flesh, followed by a muffled groan, and then a chorus of women's screams.
She cautiously opened her eyes, only to see a sea of red. Lang Ye stood in front of her, the shards striking his shoulder, blood flowing from between his fingers in vivid color. His left leg had been cut deeply by a sword, his pants nearly torn open, and a large amount of blood gushed out onto the ground.
Kong Xuan stood up from his seat and smashed a teacup. "Fool! Even if you want to be a hero saving the beauty, you don't have to risk your life for it."
Dongfang Muze felt guilty as he came over to support Lang Ye. "I'm sorry, it happened so suddenly. I didn't know you were coming to save Softy. You took that blow unjustly."
Lang Ye planted his spear into the ground and pushed Dongfang Muze away. "It's fine, I lost."
As soon as he said this, the surroundings erupted in noise. Wolf Fan shouted, "Brother, you're so cool! You're a real man! Brother! Brother! Brother!"
Wooden Fan protested, "What are you talking about? He lost; how can he be cool?"
Wolf Fan stepped forward with hands on her hips. "Brother didn't lose; he got hurt saving someone! Your wooden brother took advantage of the situation!"
"Cut it out! Don't act like you can swallow the sky with such a big mouth. It's not our fault your brother is incompetent!"
Softy slightly parted her rosy lips, her eyes seeing only red. She thought she heard herself say, "Thank you, are you okay?"
Lang Ye turned around, forcing himself to stand tall despite the pain. He replied calmly, "I'm fine; anyone would do the same." After saying this, Lang Ye limped away, and the crowd parted to give him a path, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Kong Xuan stepped forward to support Lang Ye and whispered, "You're such an idiot. If he hadn't held back, you'd be in worse shape."
Lang Ye's face was pale but he grinned mischievously. "Did I look cool just now? Did Softy cry from being moved? Quick, help me check."
"You!" Kong Xuan gritted her teeth in frustration; if it weren't for all these people around, she would have wanted to poke her finger into Lang Ye's wound and twist it.
Lang Ye jumped in anger at Kong Xuan's departure (though he couldn't really jump due to his injury) and shouted at her back, "Xuan Xuan, come help your brother!"
Kong Xuan turned back with a cold smile. "Why don't you go die!"
Wolf Fan covered her face in disbelief. Is there really such a sister? Wow, that's ruthless! Brother, you're lucky to have so many good sisters like us; just come to my side!
Lang Ye was desperately dodging the girls' wandering hands, silently shouting, "Softy, come save me!" But how could Softy follow that person into the bridal chamber, leaving him, the one who saved him, to be tormented by this group of ruthless individuals? This is not scientific!
Fortunately, Tang Zisu was kind; she came over and pulled Lang Ye: "Let's go, unless you want to bleed to death."
The High Priestess rescued Lang Ye from the fire pit and guided him back to the Shrine.
The potion Mei Xiao had given him last time was still available. Kong Xuan made Lang Ye take it and brought water to clean his wounds. Holding a knife, Kong Xuan asked, "Which arm did she help you with just now?"
Lang Ye, feeling a bit faint from the pain, was startled awake by Kong Xuan: "You bastard! Your jealousy is as vast as the East Sea! So what if she helped me? She's my Sister-in-law, and an elder sister is like a mother. That means she's like my mother. Don't say helping me; even if she hugged me... ah!"
Kong Xuan slapped his wound hard, causing the blood that had just stopped to flow again, making Lang Ye break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
"Is this how you bandage someone? He’s bleeding so much and you still hit him? Let me handle it." Softy pushed the door open and rudely shoved Kong Xuan aside.
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