I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

The Baichuan Courtyard was bustling with activity. Qiao Wanwan was alone, seemingly casually wandering through the crowd, occasionally stopping to examine the dazzling array of weapons, and occasionally exchanging a few words with passing figures.

The sun shone through the trees in the courtyard, casting dappled spots of light. The air was filled with a faint herbal fragrance, mixed with the cold smell of metal. She sniffed gently, and the smell reminded her of the days ten years ago when she and Li Xiangyi ventured into the martial arts world together.

"Miss, are you interested in this sword?" A rough voice sounded in her ear. Qiao Wanwan came to her senses and saw a big man with a beard pointing at a long sword on the wall.

She smiled slightly and shook her head: "Just taking a look." She glanced around out of the corner of her eye, trying to catch any sign of something unusual.

Passing through the bustling crowd, Qiao Wanwan walked to the backyard of Baichuan Courtyard. It was relatively quiet here, with only a few tall trees standing in the yard.

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering to each other. Qiao Wanwan slowed down her pace and observed her surroundings vigilantly.

Suddenly, she heard a whisper not far away. Holding her breath, she quietly walked behind a large tree and hid. Through the gaps in the leaves, she saw Shi Shui and Xiao Zijin standing not far away, talking solemnly.

"Brother, I don't agree with holding this sword appreciation competition!" Shi Shui's voice trembled. "The sect leader is still alive. Taking out his sword now and letting others admire it is disrespectful to the sect leader!"

Xiao Zijin frowned, his tone somewhat impatient: "Junior sister, Li Xiangyi died ten years ago! This Young Master Sword is no longer his, he gave it to Awan a long time ago."

He paused, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "For ten years, I've searched so many places, but I still can't find Ah Wan. This time, if I take out the Young Master Sword, Ah Wan will definitely appear."

"You still have evil intentions towards Awan!" Shi Shui's voice rose a few degrees, "Awan can only belong to the master!"

Xiao Zijin's face changed, and he said angrily: "The leader is dead! But Awan is still nowhere to be found. Is she going to be buried with him?" After saying that, he turned away, leaving Shi Shui standing there alone, looking lonely.

Qiao Wanwan looked at Shi Shui in the distance, feeling a mixture of emotions. She sighed softly and said silently in her heart, "Sister Shi Shui, I'm sorry, it's not the right time to recognize each other. When Li Xiangyi finishes his work and gets over his worries, I will personally apologize to you."

She understood Shi Shui's loyalty and her feelings for Li Xiangyi. It seemed like now was not the time to reveal her identity. This sword competition was clearly aimed at her, and she had to find Li Xiangyi as soon as possible to discuss countermeasures with him.

Inside Pudu Temple, incense curled and bells rang melodiously. Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng stood side by side in front of Master Wu Liao.

"Master, we came here this time to ask you about the news of Lion Soul." Li Xiangyi's tone was gentle, but with a hint of imperceptible anxiety.

Master Wu Liao clasped his hands together and said with a kind look, "My two benefactors, Lion Soul did stay in Pudu Temple for a period of time, but because of his stubborn nature and his refusal to obey discipline, he left the temple long ago."

"Master, do you know where he went?" Di Feisheng asked.

Master Wu Liao pondered for a moment and slowly said, "I don't know exactly where he went. However, ten years ago, Baichuan Academy captured many remnants of the Golden Mandarin Duck Alliance. Perhaps we can go there and inquire about him."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master." Li Xiangyi nodded slightly, already having a plan in mind. It seemed they had to rush to Baichuan Courtyard as soon as possible.

The Baichuan Courtyard was bustling with activity, the sounds of hawking and bargaining echoing one after another, the air thick with the fragrance of herbs and the chilling smell of metal. Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng, wearing masks, blended discreetly into the crowd.

"Fang Xiaobao! Where is Lolo? Why isn't she with you?" Li Xiangyi grabbed Fang Duobing who was running around in the crowd and having fun.

Fang Duobing was holding a sugar figurine in his hand and said vaguely, "Sister Luo said she was a little tired and wanted to find a quiet place to rest for a while."

Li Xiangyi smiled gently and said, "Then let's go find Luo Luo first. When you're tired of playing, come find us."

Fang Duobing nodded excitedly and continued to immerse himself in the lively crowd.

Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng made their way through the bustling crowd to a secluded pavilion in the backyard. Veiled, Qiao Wanwan sat quietly in the pavilion, a picture of a beautiful woman in deep contemplation. The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, illuminating her graceful form. Li Xiangyi couldn't help but stare at her, entranced.

"Cough cough," Di Feisheng coughed lightly, breaking the moment of silence.

Qiao Wanwan came back to her senses, saw the two of them, and nodded gently to signal them to sit down: "You are here." Her voice was gentle, like a spring breeze.

"I'm afraid this sword-appreciating competition is aimed at me." Qiao Wanwan's tone was calm, but with a barely perceptible solemnity.

Li Xiangyi asked with concern, "What do you think, Ranran? Do you want to see them?"

Qiao Wanwan smiled slightly. "Since they're coming for me, if I don't show up, this drama won't go on." She paused, her tone firm. "But Xiangyi, don't worry. With my current martial arts skills, it won't be too difficult to handle this matter."

A few days later, the Sword Appreciation Competition officially commenced. The Baichuan Academy's martial arts arena was packed with people, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic. The four abbots, Fo, Bi, Bai Shi, and others, sat on a high platform, looking down at the crowd below. The sunlight shone on the Young Master's sword, reflecting a dazzling light that was too dazzling to look directly at.

The sound of gongs and drums marked the official start of the sword competition. Swordsmen from all walks of life took the stage to demonstrate their skills. The flashing of blades, the clash of swords, drew rounds of applause. The air was filled with the smell of sweat and the clashing of metal, making the blood boil.

Li Xiangyi, Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing sat in the audience, watching the game with great interest.

"Li Lianhua, who do you think will come out on top?" Fang Duobing asked excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

Li Xiangyi smiled slightly: "It's hard to say. With so many experts gathered here, it's still unknown who will win."

Fang Duobing was eager to try: "I want to go up and compete too!"

Li Xiangyi did not stop him, but just smiled and shook his head.

Sure enough, the fledgling Fang Duobing was defeated after a few rounds, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he became more motivated.

Finally, after several rounds of fierce competition, a mysterious man in black emerged. His swordsmanship was sharp and his moves were brutal, unmatched. Amid the crowd's exclamations, he pointed his sword at the Young Master Sword.

At this moment, Qiao Wanwan appeared gracefully. She slowly walked onto the stage and looked at the man in black with a firm gaze: "This sword is mine."