Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

After a long while, Master Yinian finally let out a long sigh. His voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone below the arena to hear.

"Misfortune and fortune are intertwined, and the mystery is profound. Young friend Bai, your fate is truly extraordinary. What others see as a calamity to be avoided at all costs is, for you, a stroke of good fortune that turns danger into safety. Such a destiny is truly rare."

Then, he turned to face the audience and spoke loudly to them.

"Due to Lin Xiaoyou's sudden illness, he is unable to continue the competition. According to the rules of the tournament, the winner will be Bai Dazhuang of the Protectorate Alliance!"

The audience below the stage all had expressions of "I knew it" upon hearing this result. After all, under Bai Yue's powerful "plague god" aura, it was even more "reasonable" for the opponent to suddenly fall ill and collapse than to be knocked unconscious by a tortoise.

"I always said that no one who goes up against the White Plague God will have a good ending!"

"From now on, I'd better avoid her if I see her. If I can't afford to mess with her, can't I at least stay away?"

Amidst the rising and falling murmurs, Mo Qingyan and Yuwen Xiao exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"Today... I've truly broadened my horizons. I never imagined that Dazhuang's destiny would be so extraordinary!"

As soon as Mo Qingyan finished speaking, Yuwen Xiao nodded.

"That's right. If someone has this kind of destiny, why would they need to learn martial arts? No matter how strong the opponent is, they won't be able to hurt her at all!"

Thus, a competition that had alarmed all the important figures came to an abrupt end in a way that was both unexpected and reasonable.

After this battle, no one will dare to question Bai Yue's reputation as "One-Punch Hero Bai the Plague God" anymore.

The night was as dark as ink, the Milky Way hung low, and the "White Plague God," whom everyone avoided during the day, was surrounded by four handsome men with distinct temperaments, all of whom were rare in the world.

It turned out that ever since the name "White Plague God" became famous, Ming Jingxing no longer guarded against those four men as if they were thieves. After all, Bai Yue never actually fought, so it didn't matter if he sparred with these people and wasted some energy.

At this moment, these people had just finished their sparring. Ling Xuzi and Hua Mu'an had both shed their usual disguises. One was gently massaging Bai Yue's legs, while the other was tenderly massaging her shoulders.

"Xiaoyue, this is a health-preserving tea I specially brewed for you. Drink it while it's hot!"

Lu Wangyou held a porcelain cup and approached Bai Yue, her gaze filled with undisguised tenderness.

Wen Yi was standing closest to Bai Yue, almost pressed against her. He was pointing at a bright star in the sky with great enthusiasm, speaking animatedly.

"My wife, look how bright that star is! It must be an auspicious sign that I will win the championship tomorrow!"

He patted his chest, full of confidence, his tone brimming with youthful vigor.

"Don't worry, I don't take those guys from the Upper Three Sects seriously at all. I'll beat them to a pulp and take first place!"

Hua Mu'an chuckled and replied.

"Of course, Young Master Yuwen is a young hero with extraordinary skills, so those people are naturally no match for you."

At this moment, like Ling Xuzi, he had regained his memories and knew that Yuwen Yi was his long-lost younger brother. Therefore, his eyes were full of a brother's love and indulgence for his younger brother.

But upon hearing this, Yuwen Yi's smug expression vanished instantly.

He glanced furtively at Hua Mu'an, then leaned close to Bai Yue's ear, his voice low and tinged with doubt and confusion. "Wife, this Hua Mu'an... does he have ill intentions towards me? Why do I always feel that his gaze is strange, so mushy, making me feel uncomfortable?"

Bai Yue did not answer Yuwen Yi's question immediately. Instead, she slowly turned her head and stared at him intently, making him feel uneasy and his cheeks involuntarily flush slightly.

"My lady, why are you looking at me like that?"

Yuwen Yi subconsciously touched his face, his eyes darting around, and his tone carrying a hint of panic.

"Is there something on my face? Or... or did I say something wrong?"

Bai Yue then spoke slowly, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

"I'm just curious, how are you so sure that the person talking to you right now is Hua Mu'an and not Ling Xuzi? The two of them look exactly alike, and their current attire is exactly the same too!"

"Of course it's because, because..."

Yuwen Yi's face turned red with anxiety, and he stammered "because" for a long time without being able to give a coherent explanation.

He himself found it strange that, even though the two looked exactly alike, he could tell at a glance who was Hua Mu'an and who was Ling Xuzi.

Bai Yue couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Yuwen Yi scratching his head. After laughing, she couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection) that the blood ties between the three of them would remain no matter what happened.

However, the scene of "all the stars surrounding the moon" in Qingfeng Courtyard was seen by Hua Yixiao, who was wearing a mask, from a distant pavilion.

Behind him knelt three people wearing masks, one of which was a crying face mask, with tear stains mingling with endless sorrow.

One is a smiling mask with the corners of the mouth stretched to the ears, looking eerie and ferocious.

One was an angry-faced mask, with furrowed brows and an aura of violence.

The three knelt on the ground as if without making a sound, like three statues.

After a long silence, Hua Yixiao suddenly chuckled softly. His laughter was low and hoarse, as harsh as the friction of metal, and carried a chilling aura.

"Hehehe... This is really interesting, so very interesting."

He paused, his voice full of amusement.

"The two pawns I raised, plus Physician Lu from Forget-Worry Valley, and the young master of Flying Cloud Manor... Ha, they've all gathered around this 'White Plague God,' getting entangled with her and having close relationships with her."

His gaze was fixed on Bai Yue's figure in the courtyard, like a hunter eyeing his most interesting prey, his eyes gleaming with greed and excitement.

"It seems that this leader of the White Alliance is not only good at bringing 'bad luck' to people, but also has extraordinary charm in attracting these handsome and outstanding men."

When Hua Yixiao saw Yuwen Yi steal a kiss from Bai Yue, he chuckled again. The figure wearing the smiling mask finally couldn't help but ask a question with a hint of probing in his voice.

"Master, you wouldn't be interested in this Bai Dazhuang too, would you?"

"Hehe, such an interesting little thing, I am naturally very interested!"

Hua Yixiao slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently stroking the edge of the mask.

"For some reason, whenever I see this White Plague God, I'm reminded of the Nine Yang Meridian Severance who jumped off the cliff."

He paused, a hint of obsessive expectation creeping into his voice.

"Both of them are equally interesting, and both want people to break through their facades and see what their expressions would be like if they cried."

In the darkness, the plain white mask looked even more eerie, and Bai Yue suddenly shivered for no reason. A chill ran up her spine, making her instinctively shrink her neck.