He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

The next moment, Fu Xun appeared in the center of the ruins, knelt down and helped Leng Huan up: "Are you alright?"

His voice trembled slightly, and Fu Xun's calm expression finally changed for a few breaths. He did not expect that Xiao Si would be so ruthless and relentless!

While asking, he placed a hand on Leng Huan's back and channeled his spiritual energy into her. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that her expression seemed somewhat blank, but she was indeed unharmed!

Apart from the dust on the hem of her skirt and her slightly disheveled hair, the sleeve was torn, rendering this disciple's robe ruined.

It's a miracle that someone who should have been seriously injured has only lost a robe.

Leng Huan himself was also shocked!

She subconsciously shook her head, then clenched her fist, feeling the strange power within her body, filled with doubt.

Ah, this is the first time I've encountered something like this, I don't understand, did she break through?!

It was like warm water circulating through her limbs and bones, and wherever it passed, all discomfort and fatigue disappeared. After circulating for a full cycle, it gradually dissipated into her flesh and blood and disappeared, like water droplets flowing into the sea.

But this energy did not disappear; Leng Huan could feel it merging into the depths of his flesh and blood.

The foundation of his dantian was slowly recovering its spiritual power. Feeling the spiritual power transferred by Fu Xun, Leng Huan's "energy" instantly reached one-third full.

Following Fu Xun's strength to stand up, Leng Huan shook his head: "No need, I'm much better now." After saying that, he took a few spirit stones and absorbed them.

"Champion Leng Huan wins!"

Seeing that she was unharmed, the steward declared her the winner, and this round of the champion competition was finally over. After tomorrow, the next round of champion competition will begin.

Leng Huan looked at Xiao Si over there, who was now surrounded by several Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Is Your Highness alright? Do you wish to hold that person accountable?"

"Elder, I'm fine. She managed to withstand my full-force attack, so she's quite capable, humph!"

Xiao Si flicked her sleeve, gave Leng Huan a cold look, and left without saying a word.

Do you think she would let Leng Huan off so easily after suffering such a huge loss? Of course not!

If it weren't for the fact that Leng Huan was a direct disciple of the Misty Immortal Sect, accompanied by two Nascent Soul elders, and that the Divine Dynasty's royal family didn't want to antagonize a super sect, Xiao Si would have definitely caused trouble on the spot.

However, Xiao Si has blacklisted Leng Huan for today's embarrassing incident.

-

Feeling Xiao Si's departing glance, if looks could kill, Leng Huan felt as if a thousand arrows had pierced his heart.

Fu Xun glanced coldly at the departing royals, then turned to Leng Huan with a slight frown: "Are you really alright?"

Fu Xun was a little worried, wondering how she had survived such an ordeal.

"It's nothing, I just ran out of spiritual energy," Leng Huan raised his hand. "Why don't you take a look?"

Could she have been mistaken? What was that thing? That mysterious energy that appeared and disappeared without a trace.

"Your cultivation has increased; you'll definitely reach the Great Perfection realm within three years." Fu Xun placed a hand on her wrist, discovering that her cultivation had improved remarkably quickly!

This is completely unlike the cultivation speed that someone with her talent should have!

Fu Xun was pleased, because this way, she wouldn't say that she couldn't ascend for ten thousand years anymore!

Leng Huan was taken aback. This power... was a bit unbelievable.

-

Spectator stands

Seeing that Leng Huan was unharmed, the two elders sat up and down, and Sun Zhixian's heart finally settled. If they had lost a disciple, wouldn't Jiang Ruoyu have fought him to the death when they got back?!

Fortunately, nothing happened. He turned to the Third Elder of Sword Peak and nodded, pretending to be calm: "This disciple named Leng Huanxue is not simple. She is a promising talent."

The Third Elder secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly, feeling deeply gratified: "Indeed! The new generation of disciples in our sect are all quite good, and their future is promising!"

The group from the Misty Immortal Sect breathed a sigh of relief.

Leng Feng, standing nearby, slowly relaxed. Things had come to this point; Xiao Si had already been offended, and Leng Huan was now someone to be looked at with disdain. It was all for the best.

He wondered how she was completely unharmed. Could it be that her sect had given her a high-level defensive magic item?

Leng Feng was ultimately too young and lacked the necessary insight. If it were Leng Zhaohe or another elder of the Leng family, they would have definitely noticed that something was amiss.

-

The edge of the square.

"Fellow Daoist Leng is fine; he just needs some rest and recuperation." Shen Hanyan withdrew her hand from taking his pulse and smiled gently.

"I'm really fine, thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Shen..."

Leng Huan stared blankly at Fu Xun's hand pressing on her shoulder, not allowing her to move, and then looked at Wang Chen, who was secretly winking at her from the side, speechless.

Just after leaving the arena, they encountered Wang Chen and Shen Hanyan. Fearing that his fellow villager Leng Huan might get hurt, Wang Chen, out of humanitarian concern, asked Shen Hanyan to come and take a look at her.

Leng Huan was really fine and was about to refuse, but Fu Xun politely asked Shen Hanyan to treat her injury... This scene was very familiar; she had done it just a few days ago.

And Wang Chen actually dared to show concern for Leng Huan in front of Shen Hanyan!

He nodded to Fu Xun: "Haha, young friend, rest assured, Han Yan's medical skills are absolutely top-notch!"

Leng Huan glanced cautiously at Shen Hanyan and saw that she was still gentle and kind, like a good doctor. Leng Huan could only give Wang Chen a look that everything was fine, while also expressing his sympathy for Wang Chen.

As expected, Wang Chen is about to get his ears pulled again.

I was deeply moved. He actually risked offending Shen Hanyan to come see her for the sake of his fellow villager...

At this moment, Fu Xun thanked Shen Hanyan, saying, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shen."

Seeing Wang Chen winking at Leng Huan, Fu Xun's expression turned indifferent: "Senior Wang, it just so happens that my senior sister is going back to rest..."

Does that mean you're not leaving yet?

Shen Hanyan glanced at Wang Chen with a half-smile and nodded: "You two should go back now, we're leaving too."

Wang Chen winked at Leng Huan: "Farewell, both of you."

His meaning was clear: Look at this Long Aotian, his good intentions have been wasted! Good luck, fellow villager.

Leng Huan: You'd better pray for yourself.

Leng Huan touched his forehead, pretending not to understand Wang Chen's meaning.

After the argument between the group was over, Wang Chen and his companion left.

Although Fu Xun was very confused about Wang Chen, he only glanced at Leng Huan and said softly, "It's good that Senior Sister is alright. I'll take you back to Ruyi Pavilion."

"I'm fine, you can go back to watching the game."

Fu Xun simply put his arm around her waist and said, "I'm not going."

The movement was as natural as ever, but Leng Huan felt uncomfortable now. Was it because she had changed into women's clothing?

The two were standing quite close, and once they got close, they could smell his cool, refreshing scent. It was faint, not as sweet as the perfume used by female cultivators, and it smelled quite pleasant.

The smell made him even more uneasy. Leng Huan immediately took a step back, tilted his head back, and spoke to break the strange atmosphere:

"Um... why do you always have this cool fragrance on you? It feels refreshing and invigorating. Where did you buy it?"

Fu Xun was taken aback when she asked this question: "...I didn't know. It was prepared by the miscellaneous disciples of Sword Peak. I chose this one. I think it's called Hanling Incense."

Leng Huan: "...Oh, that's good, it suits the cold and aloof temperament of you sword cultivators."

Fu Xun suddenly realized something: "Senior sister, what do you think of sword cultivators?"

Leng Huan blurted out: "Imposing presence, ruthless and merciless, decisive in killing..."

Fu Xun: "..."

That's a bit too rigid!

Leng Huan had no choice but to change the subject: "Senior Sister and the others went to collect their spirit stones just now. Luckily, I didn't lose any, or they would have suffered a huge loss!"

"Yes, you won't lose. The last match was an accident; the royal family is too domineering. Also, I'm going to get the spirit stones later. You've won."

Leng Huan's eyes widened: "You, did you place a bet too? No, how much did you bet?"

"Not much, just ten thousand."

"...Aren't you afraid of losing? How reckless! Have you lost your mind?... How many spirit stones do you have left?"

"...No more for now."

"You!" Leng Huan was truly impressed. "Luckily I won. What were the odds?"

"Seventeen times."

Stealing the young master?!

Seventeen times —

What the hell!

Leng Huan fainted.

"So how much did you win?"

Fu Xun smiled and said, "A total of 170,000."

Ahhhhh!

It's more than her current net worth!

Tears of envy streamed down Leng Huan's face.

She swallowed hard and asked, "Why are the odds so high?"

"Because they thought you couldn't win all ten games, the odds were too slim. Senior Sister Leng, you're today's biggest dark horse..."

That's it.

"Ah! So it was the same in your previous competition, I forgot to place my bet..."

Leng Huan regretted it, because that day she was so focused on kidnapping Wang Chen that she even went to find out about Wang Chen's identity.

Fu Xun smiled faintly: "It's okay, you can place another bet tomorrow, betting on me to win."

Leng Huan looked up at him. "You're a bit arrogant, kid. Do you think you can win for sure?"

She only has one day of rest this time. She has to fight other champions the day after tomorrow, but Fu Xun has a match tomorrow.

Since that's the case, then she won't hold back!

Fu Xun wants to win, and she wants the spirit stones.