The Rebirth of a Daughter: My Lord, I Will Never Be a Concubine

"Why is Prince Nalan so anxious? Could it be that I was right?" Xing Jian sneered and looked at Su Yanhua, "Didn't Prince Nalan say that this was just a small recruitment meeting? On the surface, you said all the polite words, but in fact, you were secretly plotting a murderous move. Do you want us to come here and never return?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in excitement, like a swarm of disturbed bees, all talking and clamoring at once. Their voices blended together, forming a cacophony that seemed to burst through the sky.

The commotion brought back memories of Yun Qin's martial arts test. That competition had been thrilling, each move merciless and brutal. Broken arms and legs were commonplace. The bloody and brutal scene was still vivid in everyone's mind, leaving them horrified and terrified.

In this turbulent and war-torn era, while everyone harbors lofty ambitions, eager to establish a legitimate cause and seek a path to a bright future, they also cherish their own precious lives. After all, they have not yet stepped onto a real battlefield. To lose one's life here would be a loss, a loss that would not be worth the gain.

Because of this, everyone couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied and resentful about the recruitment conference hosted by Prince Nalan.

Su Yanhua was staring at Xing Jian with a bone-chilling gaze, like two sharp swords, ready to pierce him at any moment. She was trembling with rage, her teeth clenched, and she wished she could just slap the outspoken man to pieces!

She really had not expected that Xing Jian, who seemed gentle and refined on weekdays, could have such a vicious mouth!

Mo Cerong, who had been silently observing Su Yanhua, naturally observed her furious expression. He slowly stood up and, facing Xing Jian, said loudly, "Young Master Xing, you are mistaken. You must understand that these competitions are inherently intense, and amidst the clashing of swords and sabers, casualties are inevitable. Furthermore, the opponents are all competitors, and with both sides giving their all, injuries are inevitable. Furthermore, Prince Nalan's purpose in holding this recruitment meeting is crystal clear: to select truly formidable individuals. The saying 'the capable are preferred' is precisely this principle."

Xing Jian looked at Su Yanhua with his eyes slightly raised and his heart became more unhappy!

Look, another one speaking for you!

Su Yanhua understood what he meant and rolled her eyes, not wanting to pay any attention to him!

This crazy man!

"What a saying that the capable are superior. Why not ask Prince Mo to compete with me!" Xing Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of provocation flashing in his eyes, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Su Yanhua, who was standing not far from Xing Jian, couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he heard this: "What, the competition is not over yet? How long will this farce last?" Just when Su Yanhua was about to say a few words, Mo Cerong stood up without hesitation and readily accepted the competition.

All I heard was Mo Cerong saying in a loud voice: "Okay, this prince has long wanted to compete with Master Xing and have a good fight." His voice was loud and powerful, revealing a strong confidence and majesty.

However, the woman sitting next to Mo Cerong was filled with worry. She quickly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, whispering, "Your Highness, please don't take risks so easily..." Before she could finish her words, Mo Cerong gently waved his arm, brushing off the woman's hands. At the same time, he responded coldly, "No need to say more. My king has made up his mind."

At this moment, the woman's hands seemed to be awkwardly suspended in mid-air. After a brief pause, they slowly dropped. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Su Yanhua, filled with sinister intent, and the complex emotions contained in them were like turbulent waves, difficult to calm down.

Looking at Xing Jian again, he stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, steady on the stage, radiating a fierce aura. Mo Cerong, who followed him onto the stage, was no less impressive. He held his head high, chest puffed out, and walked with a firm stride, towering before Xing Jian like an unshakable mountain.

For a moment, the two men on the stage stood facing each other in silence, neither speaking. Silence reigned supreme. Only the whistling wind, rustling their clothes, seemed to break the suffocating stillness. The atmosphere was filled with intense tension, as if the very air itself had frozen. One could even faintly hear the sounds of panicked chirping.

Suddenly, a moon-white light shot out like lightning, surging straight towards Mo Cerong. The immense internal energy contained within this light, like an overwhelming force, instantly shocked all the martial arts masters present. They were all startled. Although they had long heard of Xing Jian's exceptional and unfathomable martial arts skills, upon witnessing him in action, they were still dumbfounded, deeply shocked by what they saw.

Facing the onslaught, a subtle cold glint flashed in Mo Cerong's deep eyes. He swiftly turned his palm over, and instantly, an invisible wave of light burst forth from his palm, fearlessly meeting the moon-white light. In the blink of an eye, there was a resounding "bang!" as the two internal forces clashed fiercely, unleashing an incredibly powerful shockwave. The sheer force was so immense that the surrounding crowd was unable to withstand it, sending them flying like kites with their strings cut.

Yet, amidst this chaos, two individuals remained remarkably steady. Relying on their profound skills, Su Yanhua and Nalan Yanyu withstood the powerful impact, their feet firmly planted on their feet. In contrast, Yan Jinyao and the other two women on the stage were not so fortunate. Unconsciously, they were flung backward by the aftermath, then toppled from the platform like puppets with their strings cut, landing heavily on the ground in a state of disarray.

At this moment, everyone's gazes hurriedly followed, only to discover that Xing Jian and Mo Cerong, who had just been facing off on the ring, had both leaped into the air. Their figures intertwined in the air, each unleashing their full might, back and forth, neither yielding, leaving the outcome uncertain for a moment. The entire scene was breathtaking, leaving everyone sweating.

Nalan Yanyu's eyes, once cold and tender, now turned as cold as ice, as if they could freeze you instantly. There was no trace of his usual gentleness. His rage erupted like a volcano, uncontrollable. Then, he abruptly stood up, his figure flashing like an arrow, and soared into the sky.