Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

As soon as he finished speaking, the people on the platform exchanged smiles and then stood up without further delay.

Various figures moved simultaneously, transforming into several swift shadows as they gracefully swept towards the martial arts arena below the mountain.

When Master Yinian and his group appeared together at the martial arts arena at the foot of the mountain, the originally noisy place suddenly fell silent, followed by a deafening roar.

"It's Master Yinian! And Master Yuwen, Master Mo... My God, all three leaders of the Upper Three Sects have come!"

Everyone was both excited and in awe, and they retreated like a tide, making way for a passage several times wider than before.

"My goodness, this is quite a spectacle! Could it be... that they were also drawn here by the name of the 'White Plague God'?"

Their eyes followed these important figures, whom they rarely saw, with burning interest. They couldn't think of anything else that could have drawn them here.

"Even the leaders of the three sects are curious about this extraordinary person who 'won without fighting.' This is going to be quite a show!"

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their gazes involuntarily drifting towards the direction of the People's Protection League.

Master Yinian led his followers directly to the members of the Protectorate Alliance.

Upon seeing this, Ming Jingxing immediately raised an eyebrow and then spoke in a carefree manner.

"Hey, you old Taoist priest, what brings you here today? Did you hear some news and want to witness the power of my Dazhuang's 'plague god' firsthand?"

"Shut up, Ming Laoguai. Why do you make it sound so awkward when you say things that should be fine?"

Fu Wenzhu retorted to Ming Jingxing without hesitation, then looked around.

"Where did Dazhuang go? Why haven't we seen the child?"

"Tch, you think you can just see me whenever you want? Who gave you the nerve to say that!"

Ming Jingxing scoffed dismissively.

"you……"

"Alright, alright, you two, shut up!"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Mo Qingyan quickly stepped forward and interrupted them.

"Brother Ming, we have indeed heard some interesting stories about Dazhuang and were curious, so we came to watch the game!"

"Yes, Dazhuang just went up to draw lots. You can go there to find her!"

Shen Xingmian quickly spoke up to smooth things over, while Ming Jingxing shrugged.

"I advise you not to have too high expectations. According to the usual practice, her opponents will most likely concede before the fight even starts. You'll probably have made a wasted trip and end up watching nothing."

The group ignored his teasing and walked together toward the drawing table.

The disciples of Zixiao Temple on the platform were astonished to see their patriarch and the other two manor lords arrive in person. They then quickly and uniformly bowed to them.

"Greetings, Ancestor! Greetings, Sect Leaders!"

"No need to be polite."

Master Yinian waved his hand slightly, then his gaze fell on Bai Yue, who had just drawn her lot and was about to come down.

"Young friend Bai, which arena number did you draw?"

He asked in a gentle tone.

Although Bai Yue felt the situation was somewhat sudden, she remained calm, holding the token in both hands and bowing as she replied.

"Reporting to the Master, this junior has drawn the number one arena."

"it is good!"

Master Yinian nodded with a smile, then turned to all the contestants who had not yet competed and asked them a question.

"I wonder which fellow cultivator has drawn the number one arena and is destined to spar with this young friend Bai?"

In the crowd, a young man dressed in ordinary gray-blue outfit visibly stiffened, his face turning deathly pale.

"Hey, isn't that Lin Feng, the 'Green Bamboo Sword'?"

"Judging from his expression, could it be that he drew the number one arena?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone around him, Lin Feng shakily raised his hand and spoke in a dry voice.

"Yes...it is I."

His lips moved, and the words "I admit defeat" were about to slip out. After all, losing to "White Plague God" was a minor matter; if he were hit by a tortoise, choked by an insect, or inexplicably fall and be half-dead, that would be a huge loss!

"Wait!"

Before Lin Feng could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Master Yinian. Then, he took out a small, white porcelain bottle from the wide sleeve of his Taoist robe and looked at the other person gently.

“Young friend, there’s no need to be nervous. I’ve come here to see your skills. If you’re willing to come up on stage and have a fair fight with me, I will give you this bottle of my secret ‘Strengthening the Foundation and Nourishing the Vitality Pill’ as a token of my gratitude.”

"A pill to strengthen the body and nourish vital energy?!"

Everyone was taken aback when they heard this.

"It's actually the sacred healing medicine from Zixiao Temple! It's said that even one pill can bring the dead back to life!"

Some people couldn't help but think of the medicine's therapeutic effects.

"There must be at least five of these, right? This is an incredible stroke of luck!"

A chorus of envious and jealous exclamations immediately arose from the surrounding area. Everyone knew that the Zixiao Temple's alchemy was unparalleled in the world, and the pills made by Master Yinian were the best of the best!

Lin Feng's eyes were also fixed on the bottle in Yinian Zhenren's hand. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the struggle on his face was obvious.

On one side is the "White Plague God" and the unknown misfortunes that may befall them; on the other side is a genuine healing remedy...

He gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, when suddenly a bystander shouted.

"Qingzhu Sword, what are you afraid of? If you get injured, just take one of these 'Strengthening the Foundation and Nourishing the Vitality Pill' and you'll be fine!"

"Yup!"

Only then did Lin Feng realize what was happening. He gritted his teeth, his eyes resolute, and said loudly.

"This junior... This junior is willing to go on stage!"

"Alright, then I'll give this medicine to you, young friend!"

Master Yinian tossed the medicine bottle to Lin Feng, and it landed in his hand.

"Great! We can finally witness the 'White Plague God's' aura of bad luck again!"

"I wonder if Lin Feng can hold on!"

Under the watchful eyes of countless gloating figures, Lin Feng took a deep breath and leaped onto the number one arena like an arrow. When he landed, he made sure to steady his center of gravity, afraid that he would fall flat on his face like the rumors had.

Bai Yue appeared much more composed, walking to the other side of the arena as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Lin Feng appeared unusually cautious at this moment, even somewhat paranoid.

Because he firmly remembered the "tearful lessons" of his predecessors, he skipped even the most basic "please enlighten me" and didn't start with a fancy sword-drawing gesture as usual.

Lin Feng scanned every corner of the arena with wary eyes, not even missing the cracks in the stone slabs on the ground.

Finally, he subconsciously looked up at the sky. The sky was clear and cloudless, without even a bird in sight. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and secretly resolved to finish the task quickly and decisively.

Just then, Master Yinian flicked his sleeves and landed in the center of the arena.

The old Taoist priest nodded slightly to the two of them and spoke in a calm voice.

"This battle is quite interesting, so I will make the judgment myself."