“Good!”
Quick as a flash, Zhao Shoucheng immediately stood up and began clapping wildly.
The surrounding officials looked confused. They didn’t understand why the Prime Minister was so excited, but since he was clapping, of course they had to follow suit.
In the audience stands, seeing Chu Feng win brought many people to tears. Of course, it wasn’t because Chu Feng had won. Tather, they had lost everything they bet, down to their underwear.
Bai Yuyan leapt onto the platform, hurriedly pulling out a medicinal pill and feeding it to Chu Feng.
After swallowing the pill, Chu Feng’s true qi recovered somewhat, and his body no longer felt so weak and powerless.
“Cough cough.Thank you, Senior Sister Yuyan.”
Chu Feng tried to stand up, but Bai Yuyan gently pressed him back down.
Then, she softly lifted Chu Feng’s head and placed it on her lap.
“Junior Brother, just focus on recovering first.”
With that, Bai Yuyan took out a handkerchief and tenderly wiped Chu Feng’s face.
The people nearby could only watch this scene with envy.
Flowing Cloud Sect territory.
A male disciple said to a female senior,
“Senior Sister, if I give it my all and win, can I rest my head on your lap too?”
“Scram!”
“Ah—ow!”
The male disciple instantly dropped his head, completely dejected.
Two male disciples behind him saw this.
“Hmph! With the way he is, and he still dreams of resting on Senior Sister’s lap? Delusional!”
“So jealous of him.”
“Jealous? Of what?”
“I also want Senior Sister to tell me to ‘scram’…”
“Uh… what?”
Next, Li Yuanwu did something that took everyone by surprise.
Bang!
Li Yuanwu stepped back onto the platform, picked up his black staff, and locked his eyes on Chu Feng.
In an instant, everyone turned to look at Li Yuanwu whether they were from Heaven’s Pinnacle Sect, in the audience stands, or up on the platform.
Bai Yuyan stared at Li Yuanwu and a flash of killing intent passed through her beautiful eyes.
Chu Feng quietly moved one hand behind his back and grasped the azure talisman. His body had recovered some true qi now, and if Li Yuanwu dared to make a move, he’d immediately activate the talisman.
“Chu Feng, right? I, Li Yuanwu, will remember you!”
After saying that, Li Yuanwu turned around, slung the black staff over his shoulder, and strode away without looking back.
Damn! That was cool!
Chu Feng looked at Li Yuanwu and had to admit. That exit was full of flair.
Hmm! Better remember that. Next time, I’ll leave like that too.
“Prime Minister! Mind your image! Mind your image!”
Up in the high seats, several ministers were holding Zhao Shoucheng back, not knowing what had gotten into him. He suddenly tried to rush down, shouting things like, “Little Ancestor, don’t get hurt! This old man is coming to help you!”
Only after seeing Li Yuanwu leave did Zhao Shoucheng finally calm down.
“Hmm? Why are you all standing? What a disgrace! In front of so many people too….don’t Great Yan officials care about their dignity?!”
Zhao Shoucheng scolded them.
The officials: “…”
Take a guess why we were standing?
After a brief rest, Chu Feng stood up. There were still matches to be fought. He couldn’t stay lying down forever.
Besides, everyone around was watching him. The pressure was intense!
“Senior Sister Yuyan, I think I’ve rested enough.”
“Junior Brother, are you sure you don’t want to rest a bit longer?”
Chu Feng wasn’t the only one concerned about the gazes around them….so was Bai Yuyan. But their thoughts were quite different.
Bai Yuyan wanted people to see just how close she was with her Junior Brother. If any brazen vixen still dared to make a move, she wouldn’t hold back!
“No, no, I’m good!”
Under the deadly glares of countless fellow men, Chu Feng decided it was best to retreat for now. What if someone from the FFF Inquisition were here? Then he might get kidnapped in the middle of the night by someone in a black cloak and end up burned at the stake.
After Chu Feng left the platform, officials from the imperial court immediately came up to repair it for the next matches.
The repairs were quick. They were done by two third-rank cultivators, and it didn’t take long at all.
When Chu Feng entered the rest area, it was nearly empty since he had fought in the first match.
Only two people were there.
Yep…Chu Feng and Bai Yuyan.
“Senior Sister Yuyan, aren’t you going to compete?”
Chu Feng asked. The first-rank matches were already underway, and logically fourth-rank ones should have started too.
“What’s a match compared to you, Junior Brother? In my heart, you’re far more important. To me, in my world, you are the one and only.”
In a gentle tone, Bai Yuyan spoke as she softly caressed Chu Feng’s cheek with her fair hand. Her beautiful eyes filled with affection as if she were touching the most precious thing in the world.
In truth, when her Junior Brother was fighting just now, she’d wanted to jump in and smack Li Yuanwu away.
But she held herself back. This was her Junior Brother’s fight. If a fledgling doesn’t face hardship, how can it ever soar into the sky?
In the future, her Junior Brother would be a ninth-rank cultivator, someone who would support the entire cultivation world!
“!!!”
Thump thump thump—
Chu Feng’s heart raced. He had once again been unintentionally charmed by Senior Sister Yuyan.
Oh man! At this rate, he might completely lose himself in her tender affection.
After all… she was just too good at this!
Chu Feng seriously suspected that Senior Sister Yuyan had studied some kind of Playbook of Love Masters.
The atmosphere had taken a sudden romantic turn. Just as Bai Yuyan was about to make her next move—
Bang!
The door to the lounge was pushed open, and a figure walked in.
“Haha! Young friend Chu Feng, this old man has come especially to check on you!”
That’s right. The newcomer was none other than Prime Minister Zhao Shoucheng.
Then, with a wave of Zhao Shoucheng’s sleeve, seven or eight attendants entered, each holding a tray with rare medicinal herbs on it.
“Excuse me, who are you?”
Chu Feng looked completely confused. Why had so many people suddenly shown up?
What was this supposed to be? A post-match interview for the winner?
If so, could you please make sure I look handsome on camera? Thanks.
Huh? How come no one’s holding a recording stone?
“Haha, I am Zhao Shoucheng, the chief overseer of this martial competition. Young friend Chu Feng, you’ve achieved victory today, so I’ve come to offer my congratulations. These are all top-quality medicinal herbs for healing injuries…please, I insist you accept them!”
By the end of his sentence, Zhao Shoucheng’s tone was nearly pleading. Chu Feng’s injuries had to be treated as soon as possible. If Her Majesty found out about this mess, he might be packing his bags and heading into retirement tomorrow.
After speaking, Zhao Shoucheng practically forced the attendants to shove the medicinal herbs into Chu Feng’s arms.
“Hey, hey! Wait! You guys…”
Before Chu Feng could finish his sentence, the entire group had already vanished without a trace.
If it weren’t for the pile of herbs in his arms, Chu Feng would’ve thought he’d eaten some undercooked mushrooms last night and was hallucinating.
Thanks to the sudden interruption, the romantic atmosphere Bai Yuyan had worked so hard to build was completely gone.
Bai Yuyan was not pleased.
Chu Feng looked down at the herbs in his arms. Well, no reason to waste them. He might even be able to trade them for a good amount of spirit stones.
As for healing, these injuries were minor. One of these herbs alone would probably do the trick.
“Junior Brother.”
After letting her frustration fade, Bai Yuyan was already cooking up a new plan.
“To celebrate your glorious victory, Senior Sister is going to properly reward you tonight~”
She tapped her finger lightly on her cherry-red lips as she spoke.
“Ah! Senior Sister… isn’t… isn’t this a bit fast?”
Chu Feng’s heart was instantly thrown into chaos. Was Senior Sister Yuyan really in such a hurry to… cross that line with him?
“Fast?” Bai Yuyan tilted her head and said, “Do I cook fast or something?”
“C-Cook?!”
Chu Feng was stunned.
“Of course! What did you think I meant? Senior Sister is going to cook a big feast tonight to reward you!”
“N-No, nothing at all. Cooking is great! I love eating!”
At the same time, Chu Feng added silently in his heart: preferably over rice!
Yep, no other meaning behind that…it was just Chu Feng’s personal preference.
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