t believing a single word he said.They had seen Ye Bufan's cultivation with their own eyes. Even Fei Qing, a martial saint at the late stage, was crippled. Moreover, this was just a young man who had...Ye Bufan's small courtyard, the sky had just brightened and Feng Zhiwu eagerly ran over.

"Xiaofan, how is it going Are you confident"

As the saying goes, "too much care leads to chaos." Although I know Ye Bufan's cultivation is still above mine, and although I know this little man is always well-prepared, I can't help but worry.

"Don't worry, everything is ready, just a little bit left."

Ye Bufan's words were accompanied by his gaze, which drifted across her body. After these past few days of diligent care, the woman had become even more beautiful and alluring.

The combination of cool and sexy is incredibly alluring to any man, even immortals can't resist it.

Fengzhi danced without noticing these things, and asked again, "What else is missing Tell me quickly, can I help you"

"Of course, only you can help me with this."

Ye Bufan flashed a wicked smile, pulling her into his arms. "My cultivation is just a little short, I need you to help me improve it."

"You...you're not serious..."

Feng Zhiwu hadn't finished her words when her alluring cherry-red lips were firmly captured by Ye Bufan. He then scooped her up and pressed her onto the large bed beside them.

In Lingyun Peak's Great Elder's room, Hu Bingyu paced back and forth restlessly.

The time for the duel is almost here. What's that guy's trump card Is he just bluffing He doesn't seem like it.

Wouldn't it be nice to see what he has up his sleeve at this point in time What other tricks could he possibly have

Her cheeks flushed at the thought, and her mind conjured up Ye Bufan's powerfully built physique again. A surge of unprecedented heat coursed through her body.

"That bad guy isn't still taking a bath, is he Should I go take a look"

"It's impossible, it's morning, he shouldn't be taking a shower, right He usually showers in the evening."

"I just wanted to see what he had up his sleeve. That's all."

It was just a moment, but countless thoughts flashed through Hua Bingyu's mind. In the end, she found a reasonable excuse for herself and swept her consciousness towards the foot of the mountain.

Just a glance, and she was like someone struck by lightning. The blush that had just subsided immediately returned, rolling back in with even more intensity.

And it was ten times more intense than before, her delicate cheeks red as if they were about to bleed.

"Damn it, this bastard, doing something like this in the morning!"

Huabingyu was so angry that her teeth were clenched, stamping her feet in the room. Where was the dignity of the Great Elder She was behaving like a shy little woman.

But this kind of thing can't be said, after all, it's self-peeping, so I can only silently endure it in my heart.

"This wretch, even at this time, is doing such shameful things, just waiting to be abused."

Ye Bufan didn't know about these things, though. After a bout of cultivation together, the two left the courtyard feeling refreshed and invigorated. Hand in hand, they walked at a leisurely pace towards the direction of the Xianying Stage.

At this moment, despite Feng Zhi's cold expression, there was a hint of alluring charm hidden within it, making her appear even more captivating.

Xianying's platform is now surrounded by a sea of people, but luckily, these are all immortals who can hover in mid-air.

These people all occupied advantageous positions early on, waiting to watch the ensuing battle.

To be precise, for them, this wasn't a real fight at all; there was no suspense whatsoever. It was just a show.

Not long ago, Lu Gan and Zhao Shicheng arrived here with their men.

They looked at each other, and because the Fifth Peak and Ninth Peak had always been at odds, they both let out a cold snort without saying a word.

Zhao Shicheng brought people to the east side, while Lu Gan went directly to the west.

The more people gathered, and as time ticked down to the Chen hour with only half an hour left, neither of the opposing sides' protagonists had arrived.

Just then, there was a commotion outside the crowd. Ye Bufan walked over with Feng Zhiwu.

Normally, the Liuguang Sword Sect has tens of thousands of disciples, and these two people had just entered the sect, so not many people knew them.

But Ye Bufan's characteristics were too obvious. He exuded the aura of a cultivator all over his body, coupled with the peerlessly beautiful Phoenix Dance.

Two people together, even strangers could immediately tell who they were.

"Here he comes, here he comes. I didn't expect this perennial loser to arrive first..."

"Where's Bai Liang I haven't seen him yet..."

"What's the rush Dealing with such a weakling, Senior Brother Bo Liang didn't even take him to heart. He'll be here soon enough..."

Feeling the gazes of everyone around him, Ye Bufan touched his nose. He wanted to keep a low profile, but he couldn't. No matter where he went, he could attract countless people's attention.

He brought Feng Zhi to the foot of the Xianying Stage and greeted the law enforcement disciples on the stage, indicating that he was in place.

Then he found an empty seat and sat down, taking out a tea tray. The tea leaves and hot water were all ready.

He and Fengzhi danced, sipping tea and waiting, their expressions were incredibly relaxed, they didn't seem like they were attending a battle at all, more like they were out for a leisure trip.

Seeing the peerless and cold Phoenix Zi dance gracefully for him, brewing tea and pouring water like a dutiful young wife attending to her husband, those around him felt their teeth itch with envy.

This guy is nothing but a newly ascended waste, what qualifications does he have to have an eight-star talent sword spirit serve him

Though they were angry and jealous, there was nothing they could do but hope that Bai Liang would arrive soon and give this guy a good thrashing.

Lu Gan looked at Feng Zhiwu, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Then, he smiled and turned to Ye Bufan.

"This little guy is really interesting, I wonder where he gets his confidence from."

Standing beside him was an outer disciple named Shen Qing, who could be considered his close attendant.

"Perhaps it's the ignorance that breeds fearlessness. Some ascended cultivators are completely clueless about their whereabouts, thinking this is still the lower realm."

Lu Gan nodded slightly. "Perhaps."

In everyone's anticipation, time passed by slowly, but there was still no sign of Bai Liang.

At the beginning, nobody thought much of it. However, as time ticked down to Chen Shi (5am), with less than a quarter of an hour remaining, many people began to show anxious expressions.

We all know yesterday's bet was clear as day. Once the time comes and there aren't enough people, it automatically counts as a loss, meaning we lose this round.

Even Lu Gan frowned: "What's going on, was this guy knocked silly yesterday Or is he overconfident, not showing up at a time like this"

The residences of the outer disciples of Fifth Peak are under a ban, and his divine sense is far inferior to Hua Bingyu's. It is impossible for him to probe the situation from such a distance.

Lugan waved at Shen Qing. "Go see what's going on, what is this guy doing Tell him to come over here quickly!"

"Yes!"

Shen Qing agreed with a sound and flew towards the direction of the fifth peak's outer disciples at great speed.

The onlookers kept gazing into the distance, eagerly awaiting Platinum Liang's arrival, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Shen Qing came to Boleiang's residence. Everything was quiet. He shouted several times but got no response, so he pushed the door and walked in.

Entering the room, I saw a person lying on the floor, covered in wounds from head to toe. Their head was swollen three times its normal size, looking utterly mangled and beyond description. It was a truly pitiful sight.

Because his appearance had changed drastically, he scrutinized him carefully before confirming that this was indeed Bai Liang.s usual normalcy.The next morning, Zhang Hongwen, the head of the Zhang family, and his younger brother, Zhang Hongwu, the town constable, sat in the main hall. In front of them stood a middle-aged ma...