Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

Bai Ling paused slightly, her voice not loud, but just loud enough for everyone present to hear.

"Referee, you can take another look at the situation over there."

When the referee on the podium saw Yang Wenzhao, whose face was ruddy, cough up blood and whose breath was gradually weakening, he almost dropped the communication device he was holding.

"This contestant, do you still want to continue?"

Standing tall and straight, Yang Wenzhao planted his sword in the ground and shook his head, using one hand for leverage. "I've lost this battle."

He lost because he was careless.

If from the very beginning, he had summoned his mount first, unleashed the power of the spirit furnace, and launched a full-scale attack on Bai Ling, leaving her no chance to breathe.

It's really hard to say who will win and who will lose.

Yang Wenzhao was willing to pay the price for his arrogance, so he refused the referee's offer.

Upon hearing this, the referee decisively announced that Bai Ling was the winner of the first points match of the Knights Temple.

Once off the field, Chen Ying'er had already handed Bai Ling the pills she had prepared beforehand. "As expected of you, that statue of the Goddess of Light is really beautiful. I want to learn that skill too!"

Bai Ling politely declined the pills, smiling as she asked, "The spiritual energy active in your body is predominantly water and wood elements. How can you learn the healing spells of the Priest Temple?"

"Hmph, I don't care. You promised to teach me when we get back. As for whether I can learn it or not, we'll talk about that later."

Chen Ying'er pouted and acted coquettishly, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yang Wenzhao walking slowly towards her from behind, leaning against the wall.

A strange light gradually appeared in her eyes, and the hand that was shaking Bai Ling became heavy.

Wooden fish head.

Even though the match was over, he didn't want to bother the people on the podium to cast a healing spell on him to relieve his pain.

He's stubborn and doesn't deserve to be left without anyone to take care of him.

Looking at Long Haochen and the others surrounding Bai Ling, offering words of comfort and concern, and then at Yang Wenzhao walking behind the old man, one can see the scene unfolding.

Chen Ying'er pouted, her head practically flaring with anger.

Bai Ling, noticing the obvious emotional fluctuations of the pink-haired girl, couldn't help but smile.

"Chen Ying'er, take this opportunity to sell him the fourth-tier pills that restore spiritual power and heal wounds at a high price. Didn't you always say that the Three Waters Palace Master gave you too little pocket money?"

"There's a rich guy right there, why don't we rush over and rip him off?"

Hearing Bai Ling's suggestion, Chen Ying'er, who was already hesitant about whether to give him a few pills, nodded, "You're right!"

Soon, the pink-haired girl rushed up to Yang Wenzhao, held up the pills in her hand, and said calmly, "Two thousand gold coins a bottle, do you want it?"

Yang Wenzhao was taken aback. "How much?"

Chen Ying'er still held the bottle in her hand, and said slowly and deliberately, "The Soul Temple's healing elixir costs two thousand gold coins per bottle. It's priceless and unavailable. Do you want it or not?"

Yang Wenzhao smiled, took the medicine bottle that was warmed by the girl's body, and handed over a card with a face value of three thousand. "Thank you, keep the change."

Chen Ying'er glanced at the black card and shook her head, saying, "No, I said I'd take two thousand, and that's it. I don't want any more."

Yang Wenzhao paused, his eyes filled with tenderness and joy. "Then I'll trouble Miss Chen Ying'er to accompany me. Shall we go to the exchange point next door to transfer the money?"

Chen Ying'er nodded seriously, "Okay, but before you go over, take the pill first, so that the people who enter later won't think that I injured you."

"It's a word."

Yang Wenzhao uncorked the bottle, poured out a bright blue pill, and swallowed it.

A pale blue aura emanated from his body.

The next second, a thin layer of mist covered the wound, and Yang Wenzhao's pale face turned rosy at a visible speed. He no longer needed to lean against the wall to walk.

Han Yu, who had been listening intently to their conversation from the back, spoke up to explain to the crowd, "This bottle of pills has a market price of around 1,800, but she's selling it for 2,000 gold coins, so it's not considered ripping people off."

Bai Ling smiled and said, "Chen Ying'er has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. If I didn't say that, how could she have been willing to personally go to Yang Wenzhao's side and care about him?"

Li Xin blinked and touched her chin. "It's so strange. I can tell that Yang Wenzhao likes Chen Ying'er, but why is he suppressing his feelings and not taking this opportunity to express them?"

"Perhaps, this is the nature of the knights of the Knights' Temple; they seem to be very restrained when dealing with those they love."

As she spoke, Bai Ling glanced at Long Haochen, who was scratching his head and smiling sheepishly, and said, "Whether you're male or female, if you meet someone you like, it's best to take the initiative. As long as you know your limits, there won't be so many twists and turns."

Li Xin gave a thumbs up in agreement, "Bai Ling is right, but I think it's a bit too early for professionals like us who are so focused on cultivation to talk about love?"

Han Yu muttered to himself, "It's getting late. Most of my friends already have partners."

Li Xin looked at Han Yu suspiciously, "Do you have one?"

Han Yu waved his hands frantically, "No, I don't plan to date anyone."

Bai Ling walked ahead, glanced back at the three knights surrounding her, and laughed, "You two, don't wait until my brother has a girlfriend while you're still single."

Li Xin and Han Yu exchanged a glance, then turned to look at the silent black-haired boy. "No way?"

Long Haochen, "No!"

Li Xin breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Long Haochen touched his nose as he lied for the first time. Why did he suddenly feel a little guilty?

Could my sister know something?

Thinking this, Xiaolong, who only had a superficial understanding of love, glanced furtively at Bai Ling.

But Bai Ling walked ahead without looking back at all.

Finally, Long Haochen felt relieved.

Before long, it was Li Xin's turn to fight against a male knight of equal strength.

The two were evenly matched, and at the beginning they fought back and forth, making it difficult to tell who would win.

However, later on, Li Xin, enraged, summoned the Moon Lotus Unicorn. With this high-level magical beast as her mount, she easily crushed the knights who had not yet found a suitable mount.

After the match, Li Xin, who had won her first individual game, looked just like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, and the smile on her lips never faded.

Next, Han Yu's name was called.

He is very strong; below the fifth rank, almost no knight can be his match.

Han Yu, who defeated his opponent in less than five minutes, won applause from everyone present.

Even the Holy Knight Commander, Saint Moon, who watched his match from the stage, nodded and praised Han Yu, saying that his arrogant nature had improved considerably.

There was no trace of Long Xingyu in him anymore.

The spirit and virtues of chivalry, which belong to the Knights' Temple and are promoted and advocated, have returned to Han Yu.

"Next up is that kid Long Haochen."