Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

I'm not helping you, I just can't stand these people who bully the weak.

In my eyes, whether it's a prestigious sect or a minor sect, they should all be treated equally. Why should they be allowed to bully others just because of their status?

Sui Si bowed slightly to Su Yao to express his gratitude.

"Thank you for speaking up for me, Miss Su, but I'm afraid this matter won't be so easy to resolve."

Since these people have already decided to stop us, they probably won't give up easily.

Sui Si's face still carried a trace of worry; he knew that things wouldn't end so simply.

Su Yao waved her hand dismissively and said:

"What are you afraid of? With me here, they wouldn't dare to do anything to you."

I want to see how much guts they have to lay a hand on me.

As she spoke, she turned to look at Xiao Yichen and said provocatively:

"Xiao Yichen, if you still want to make a move, you should first ask the Fire Phoenix in my hand if it agrees."

As she spoke, a ball of flame appeared in Su Yao's hand, within which the faint shadow of a fire phoenix danced.

The phoenix's eyes gleamed with a red light, like two burning gems, and the intense heat emanating from them distorted the surrounding air.

Xiao Yichen's expression turned extremely ugly as he looked at the flame in Su Yao's hand.

He knew that Su Yao's strength was not to be underestimated, and if they really fought, they might not come out on top.

But he was unwilling to let Sui Si and Ran Cang go up the mountain like that.

His heart was filled with contradictions and struggles, and a hint of hesitation was revealed in his eyes.

Just as Xiao Yichen was hesitating, an old man's voice came from the mountain:

"What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket here!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly man with white hair slowly walking over.

The old man was dressed in a gray robe and walked with a steady gait. Although his hair and beard were snow-white, his eyes were very sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Several disciples followed behind the old man, all of them looking respectful and cautious.

Upon seeing the old man, Xiao Yichen quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Sect Leader Uncle."

People from other minor sects also bowed respectfully.

In front of this old man, they all seemed to have turned into docile lambs.

The old man waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Sui Si and Ran Cang.

"Are you two here to participate in the competition?"

The old man's voice was deep and resonant, as if it contained boundless wisdom and experience.

Sui Si replied calmly, "Exactly."

My master and I, having heard of this grand competition, came here specifically to give it a try.

I hope to hone my skills and improve myself in the competition.

Sui Si's tone was very humble and his attitude was sincere.

The old man nodded:

"In that case, come with me up the mountain. The competition is imminent, let's not waste any more time here."

This grand competition is a momentous event in the cultivation world, concerning the honor and future of each sect. You must not take it lightly.

Seeing this, Xiao Yichen was dissatisfied, but he dared not disobey the sect leader's order.

He could only glare fiercely at Sui Si and Ran Cang, his eyes seeming to want to devour them alive, before leading the crowd to make way.

His heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness, and he secretly vowed to make Sui Si and his apprentice pay in the competition.

Sui Si and Ran Cang followed the old man up the mountain, with Su Yao following behind them.

Along the way, Su Yao chatted with Ran Cang non-stop, and the two quickly became acquainted.

Before long, they arrived at the competition venue.

Many disciples from various sects have gathered here, dressed in colorful costumes, creating a spectacular sight.

The disciples gathered in twos and threes, discussing the upcoming competition.

Some were exchanging magical insights, some were speculating about who would win the championship, and others were showing off their sect's unique skills.

The old man led Sui Si and Ran Cang to a place to rest and said:

"You may rest here for now; the competition will officially begin tomorrow."

Remember, the purpose of this competition is to learn from each other; do not take lives.

The martial arts tournament is meant to be an opportunity for different schools to exchange ideas and make progress together; let's not allow fighting and hatred to destroy this harmony.

Sui Si and Ran Cang nodded slightly in thanks.

After the old man left, Ran Cang looked around excitedly, filled with curiosity about everything around him.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she glanced at the disciples of one sect and then at the attire of another.

Su Yao then introduced the situation of each sect to her, as well as some rules and precautions for the competition.

Su Yao spoke vividly, and Ran Cang listened with great interest, occasionally asking questions, which Su Yao patiently answered one by one.

Sui Si quietly packed his luggage, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

He knew that this competition would probably not be as simple as it seemed on the surface.

The attitude of the people at the foot of the mountain shows that they have been targeted by certain forces.

The upcoming competition will be an even greater challenge.

He thought to himself, "Sigh, ever since I came down the mountain, one trouble after another has come my way. I might as well go into seclusion."

Annoying!

As night fell, a bonfire was lit at the competition venue, illuminating the entire area.

The campfire roared, its flames leaping and casting a warm glow.

Disciples from various sects sat around the campfire, laughing and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere.

Some people were grilling meat, and the aroma was so enticing that it drew the attention of those around them.

Some people were singing and dancing, fully enjoying this rare moment of joy;

Others were telling funny stories about the competition, which drew laughter from the crowd.

Ran Cang, holding the red fox, sat with Su Yao by the campfire, listening to the people around them tell interesting stories about the competition.

Ran Cang listened intently, occasionally bursting into laughter. The red fox seemed to be infected by the joyful atmosphere, wriggling happily in Ran Cang's arms.

Sui Si carried the white fox to the edge of the field, looked at the night sky, and whispered to the white fox.

"Okay, okay, stop kissing me."

"The little fox is so cute!"

Meanwhile, in another corner of the venue, Xiao Yichen was gathered with several people from minor sects, discussing something.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Xiao Yichen's eyes:

"Hmph, let them be smug for a while. They'll have a hard time once the competition starts."

I refuse to believe they can stay this lucky forever.

"In this competition, I will make sure they know the consequences of offending my Qingfeng Sect."

The others nodded in agreement, their faces revealing malicious smiles.

Their smiles appeared particularly menacing in the firelight.

The campfire gradually died down, and the sparks flickered in the night sky before disappearing. The lively competition area gradually quieted down.

Ran Cang gently placed the red fox aside, stood up, patted off the dust that had settled on her clothes, and searched for Sui Si's figure in the crowd.

Seeing Sui Si standing alone not far away, she quickly walked over.

"Master."

Ran Cang walked to Sui Si's side, looked up at him, and looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"I haven't seen Uncle Ji Huan and the others yet. Should we search carefully tomorrow?"

Sui Si gently rubbed the drowsy white fox in his hands. The white fox closed its eyes comfortably and made soft purring sounds in its throat.

Sui Si's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile, and he said:

"Well, no rush, they'll arrive eventually."

Ji Huan, that fellow, always has his own ideas; maybe he encountered something interesting on the way and got delayed.”

Ran Cang frowned slightly, a hint of worry in his eyes:

"But what if they miss the competition?"

This competition concerns the honor of each sect; Uncle-Master Ji Huan and the others should take it very seriously. Why are they so late?

Sui Si gently patted Ran Cang's head and comforted him:

"Ayu, don't worry."

Don't you know Ji Huan's strength?