From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 435: 202 Ancient Martial Arts (Second Update)

At the main seat, Ye Song stroked his beard and smiled, looking towards the entrance.

Ran Qing squinted, “So this is Xi Yu, Ji Chang’s son?”

Lin Feng nodded, “Yes.”

Ran Qing sneered, “I didn’t expect there would be a survivor.”

A thin young man dressed in black walked in. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, wearing a black duckbill hat with a low brim that covered most of his face and a mask that concealed the rest. He exuded an icy, mysterious, and dangerous aura.

Zhao Qin greeted him with a smile, “Xi Yu, you’ve finally arrived.”

The young man ignored her and sat down in his designated seat.

In the crowd, Zhu Shaodan excitedly pumped his fists, hoping to catch his Master’s attention.

Unfortunately, his greeting was ignored, as if he was invisible.

After all, Zhu Shaodan was merely a small fry and did not have the qualifications to sit with the higher-ups.

Zhao Qin glanced at the man sitting next to Xi Yu. He quickly realized what she wanted and immediately stood up to vacate the seat.

Zhao Qin sat down next to Xi Yu, took a furtive look at him, then leaned in to whisper, “You seem to have grown taller and gained a little weight since we last met a few months ago. That’s good to see—it means you’re eating well.”

Zhao Qin discreetly sniffed the air, noticing the faint scent of Jialan Fragrance. It was even more subtle than the last time they met.

He shouldn’t have met with Ming Jing recently.

She recalled the strong Jialan Fragrance she smelled on Ming Jing that day. He must have been lighting the incense daily.

Zhao Qin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Qin took out her phone, snapped a sneaky side-profile photo of Xi Yu, and sent it to Ran Tengxiao.

“So this is Xi Yu?” Ye Feng crossed his arms and asked with a smile.

Ye Shuang nodded, sternly admonishing, “You nearly offended the Young Miss earlier. Things are different here compared to the mountains where your Senior Brother and Master spoil you. People here are ruthless, so mind your manners.”

“I know. As long as I defeat Xi Yu, I can stay in Jiangzhou forever.” Ye Feng said eagerly.

Lin Feng stepped onto the ring and looked around at the countless eyes on him. He raised his voice, “Good evening, my brothers! The annual Qinglong Association martial arts competition begins tonight. Let’s follow the usual rules: who will be the first to come forward?”

Everyone exchanged glances, hesitant. At that moment, a young man climbed onto the stage using both his hands and feet, “I’ll do it.”

Lin Feng laughed, “Xiao Lin, you have some courage.”

Zhu Shaodan grinned, clenching his fists as he looked at Xi Yu on the main seat, “Master, I won’t embarrass you.”

Zhao Qin smiled, “Isn’t this Zhu Shaodan?” She glanced at Xi Yu with a meaningful look.

“When did he become your disciple?”

Xi Yu remained silent, not responding to Zhu Shaodan. He rubbed the ring on his pinky finger.

Zhao Qin squinted. She had noticed something on Xi Yu’s pinky before, and tonight she finally saw it was a snake head, its eyes adorned with two tiny green gems. The snake’s face was menacing, its fangs exposed. The tail coiled around to the head, the tip sharp and deadly.

The ring was small and exquisite yet exuded a sinister aura, much like the person wearing it, Xi Yu.

Zhu Shaodan looked around, “Are you all cowards? Wang Quan, come on.”

Wang Quan, who was called out, felt his legs trembling. He took a step back subconsciously and shook his head, “No…”

“Wang Quan, go and don’t disgrace our Baihu Hall.”

Wang Quan looked at his big cousin brother, his legs trembling more. He would only be more embarrassed if he went up.

But now that he was called, he had no choice. He would face the embarrassment, whatever it took.

Wang Quan forced himself to climb up. His round body nearly tripped as he stepped onto the stage, prompting laughter from everyone. Wang Quan’s face turned beet red.

Zhu Shaodan sneered, “Wang Quan, let’s settle our grudges today.”

“I warn you, my brother is the Heavenly Master of Baihu Hall. If you mess with me, he won’t let you go.” Wang Quan whispered menacingly.

“Even if your brother came personally, I wouldn’t be afraid. Life and death are determined by fate on this stage, so brace yourself.” Zhu Shaodan raised his fists and charged.

“I surrender!” Wang Quan immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

Zhu Shaodan was taken aback, and so was the entire audience.

He was such a coward.

Lin Feng could not bear the disgrace, especially since this was someone under his command. He glared fiercely at Wang Quan and waved him off impatiently, “Get off the stage. What a disgrace.”