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

She seemed to hear Xing Jian's voice, but it was distant and indistinct. She frowned, straining to hear the voice. But at that moment, Jiang Youbai's figure before her gradually blurred and faded, as if it had never existed. At the same time, the bright light surrounding her also began to dim and fade. She shook her head frantically, trying to shake off the voice, only to find it remained with her, lingering in her ears.

"Wake up, young master!" This roar was like a thunder, piercing her eardrums and reaching deep into her mind.

She suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, her body trembling slightly, cold sweat on her forehead. She stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings with wide eyes, her hands shaking constantly, unable to control her emotions.

"Miss!"

Cui'er was delighted when she entered the room. She stepped forward to support Su Yanhua's body, and tears of joy fell from her eyes.

"Miss, you finally woke up. You scared me to death."

Su Yanhua felt weak all over and her head felt dizzy, as if all her strength had been drained away. She frowned and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

Cui Er heaved a sigh of relief when she saw her mistress wake up, but a trace of worry still lingered on her face: "Miss, last night you suddenly felt cold, as if you had lost your soul, and your face was as pale as paper. I was terrified!"

Hearing Cui'er's words, Su Yanhua was stunned and thought quietly about what happened last night.

Last night, she clearly remembered that she was sleeping, but she inexplicably heard Xing Jian's voice. The voice seemed to come from far away, leaving her very confused.

She looked around and asked Cui'er nonchalantly, "Are you the only one here to watch over me tonight?"

A trace of panic flashed across Cui'er's face.

Last night, Master Xing had been continuously transferring his true energy into the young lady's body, and he did not stop until almost dawn.

Mr. Xing's face was as pale as a piece of transparent tissue paper, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any time.

His lips also lost their color and became extremely weak: "Don't tell her about these things. Don't let her practice martial arts in the next few days."

He stood tall and slender, without the lazy air of the past, and was filled with fatigue.

Cui'er's thoughts returned instantly, and she frowned, "Yes, I was by your side all night long."

Su Yanhua didn't think too much about it. She had been dreaming about Xing Jian for the past few days. Perhaps the dream was too real, even she couldn't figure it out. She was sweating profusely and felt sticky and uncomfortable. She asked Cui'er to bring her a bucket of water to clean herself. She ate a little. Although her lips were still a little pale, her complexion was rosy.

"Cui'er, when does today's poetry and martial arts competition start?"

"In the afternoon." Cui'er replied.

Su Yanhua walked out and looked up. The sun was shining brightly, and the sunlight shone on her, wrapping her whole body in this warmth.

She smiled, it was indeed a nice day!

"Cui'er, let's go!"

As he spoke, Su Yanhua stepped forward in one direction.

Cui'er shouted, "Miss, the written test is on the south side of Wuhua Mountain."

Su Yanhua continued walking, and said lazily, "Who told you I was taking the written test?"

what?

Cui'er was stunned. The young lady meant that she would not take part in the written test. Did she come to participate?

Martial arts test!

Cui Er remembered Xing Jian's instructions again, and she ran over to stop him, saying, "Miss, you can't do that."

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Even before the sun set, Wuhua Mountain was already bustling with activity. Among them were disciples from prestigious sects, elegantly dressed in white; chivalrous warriors from the Jianghu, swords in hand, faces stern; and still others, clad in tattered clothing and wearing contemptuous smiles. This poetry and martial arts gathering attracted a diverse crowd, crowding the arena, creating a unique spectacle.

Across the crowd, a variety of people exuded different auras and emotions. Some had lightning-fast eyes, ready to unleash a powerful force; others were enigmatic, their inner thoughts difficult to fathom. The entire scene was filled with tension and anticipation, as everyone eagerly waited to see how this grand event would unfold.

A martial arts arena was built on the top of the mountain, with tents on both sides to shelter the warriors from wind and rain for them to rest. On the tent was a banner embroidered with gold and silver threads, with a large word "cloud" standing on the banner, swaying in the wind, showing off the power and highlighting the glorious journey of Yun Qin.

It has witnessed the grandeur of every poetry and martial arts gathering, and witnessed the succession of people who have taken the martial arts test. It is a guide to the destiny of people in the martial arts world. Countless people in the martial arts world have sacrificed their lives and shed their blood in the martial arts field for this banner. This banner covers them in the country and gives them security, but also holds their future and ideals tightly together, turning into a brilliant galaxy to illuminate the way forward. This time, the Fenghui Conference is bound to be another battlefield of swords and blood.

The sun hung high in the sky, its rays beaming down warmly upon the earth, dispersing the clouds and revealing a jewel-blue sky. Like a sharp sword, a brilliant circle of light pierced through the clouds and shone directly upon the vast martial arts arena. This circle of light brought a brilliant radiance, illuminating the entire arena, making every detail crystal clear.

As afternoon approached, the bustling sounds of the crowd gradually quieted down.

Everyone's attention was focused on the man in the splendid attire. He was tall and handsome, with an extraordinary aura between his brows. He walked forward slowly, each step carrying a calm and imposing aura. Everyone was captivated by his demeanor.

Everyone knows Prince Mo of Yunqin. He is the youngest prince of Yunqin and the younger brother of the current emperor. Prince Mo has practiced martial arts since childhood and possesses exceptional talent. At a young age, he has already mastered unparalleled martial arts skills and solved countless cases. Two years ago, he solved a remarkable case in Yingfeng County, ultimately earning him a reputation as a master solver.

At this moment, Prince Mo stood in the center of the arena, like an unshakable mountain. His eyes, sharp as an eagle, scanned the challengers around him. Everyone sensed his majesty and couldn't help but feel awe.

The man clasped his fists and saluted, then said in a loud voice: "Today we are gathered here to attend the poetry and martial arts competition. I hope that all the heroes in the martial arts world can show their skills and live up to the glory of Yunqin!" His voice was loud and powerful, echoing over the martial arts field, arousing warm applause and cheers.

With the sound of a gong, the game officially begins.

A master took the stage first, his leopard-like eyes fixed on everyone. Across from him came a young man in white, his handsome face expressionless. He held a sword, and his face looked a bit stern.

The martial arts masters below recognized this person and their faces changed.

"Isn't this Chu Wuqi?"

"It really is the young master of the Chu family."

Who in the martial arts world doesn't know about the three great sects that dominate the world? These three families, each renowned for their reputation as venerable and upright, are the Chu, Xie, and Lin families. These three families complement each other, fostering a deep bond and earning widespread respect and esteem. Their unparalleled prestige stems not only from the exceptional martial arts skills of their disciples, but also from their generosity in teaching their disciples. Anyone aspiring to become a martial arts master aspires to become a disciple of these three sects and learn their true essence. Consequently, disciples from these three sects are undeniably admired and respected by the martial arts masters of the world.

As soon as everyone saw Chu Wuqi coming, they knew that he might be the winner of this round.

The master struck first, his punches fierce and powerful, like a tiger descending from a mountain, rushing towards the young man in white with all his might. However, the young man remained calm, as if he didn't take the opponent seriously at all. He effortlessly dodged, his movements as natural as flowing water. Then, he unsheathed his sword, transforming into a flash of cold light that flew towards the master.

The sword spun rapidly in the air, its speed dazzling the eyes, and the sword technique was even more unpredictable, sometimes like a torrential rain, sometimes like thunder. In the blink of an eye, the master was forced back repeatedly by this fierce attack, and finally fell to the ground in a mess.

The young man in white waved his hand gently, and the sword flew back into his grasp. He slowly approached his opponent, sword in hand, the cold tip of the blade resting against his throat. His eyes remained impassive, unwavering. In less than two moves, the outcome of this duel was already clear.

A faint voice came out of his mouth, without any emotion: "You lose."