Chapter 382 - 41: Magical Combat Turns into a Prince Consort Selection

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Hundreds of flying swords transformed into streams of light and stabbed downwards, Guo Yue’s eyes widened, and he shouted loudly as protective light appeared on his hardened body.

The continuous clanging sound rang out incessantly, and the flying swords quickly pierced through the light curtain. Guo Yue screamed miserably, clutching his head and squatting down.

More than ninety flying swords instantly stopped a few inches above his head.

Zhao Zhen stood not far away, calm and composed, and spoke indifferently:

"Senior Brother Guo, do you still want to continue?"

Guo Yue waved his hand repeatedly: "No need, no need, Junior Brother Zhao, I admit defeat!"

Even though he had a body cultivator’s strong flesh, he had no confidence in resisting the ’Hundred Sword Array’, known for its slaughter.

"Senior Brother Zhao is so strong!!"

"Didn’t even use a puppet, just won with the sword array!"

"I suddenly find Senior Brother Zhao very handsome!"

The female disciples who were just praising Zhang Ling were now mesmerized by Zhao Zhen’s elegance.

On the stage, Jian Yue once again smiled at Zheng Shengmo:

"Junior Martial Uncle Zheng, as expected, your disciple won, congratulations."

Zheng Shengmo was surprised and quickly said: "Thank you."

Shi Shuhong and Wei Shouyuan’s expressions turned ugly again; Ye Xiyue’s icy aloofness, which few had ever seen her smile, today smiled twice, both times blossoming for Zheng Shengmo.

Could it be that Fatty Zheng really got a head start?

If so, he not only gained Ye Xiyue’s favor but also the help of the Innate Top-grade Spirit Root, isn’t he soon going to ascend to the Divinity Transformation Realm?!

The two were filled with a strong jealousy and resentment.

No way, Zheng Shengmo must not smoothly break through to the Divinity Transformation!

Jian Yue coldly laughed internally, Ye Xiyue, see how with a little trick, I made these three old lechers doubt each other.

Your Immortal Body faces restrictions everywhere, how can it compare to my Demon Embryo, carefree and effortlessly?

Tantai Mingyue suddenly said: "Xiyue, you’ve changed a lot recently."

Jian Yue regained her icy demeanor: "Perhaps my injuries haven’t fully healed."

Tantai Mingyue looked at her but said no more.

Each of the five Peak Masters had their own thoughts and secrets. Standing behind Zheng Shengmo, Chun Ningzhi was filled with joy.

Xiyue’s enthusiasm towards my master must be because of me?

Could it be Xiyue finally understands my intentions but is embarrassed to express them, wanting my master to agree to our relationship?

The more Chun Ningzhi thought, the happier he became, looking tenderly at Ye Xiyue.

Junior Sister Xiyue, you’re truly foolish, why not directly tell me your feelings?

"That person is really strong, Senior Brother Lan, can you defeat him?"

Below the stage, a group of female disciples was cheering. Wu Yiren, not being so starry-eyed, had grown up seeing many experts in the Western Emperor Palace, so she remained unimpressed, and curiously asked Mo Xiaolan.

Mo Xiaolan said: "This Senior Brother Zhao’s sword array is quite impressive."

However, compared to Taoist Friend Qiu, it’s far inferior.

Mo Xiaolan recalled the sword array used by Qiu Zhihe, even if both were ’Hundred Sword Arrays’, its power was simply incomparable to Zhao Zhen’s.

Having seen a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, now looking at an ordinary roast pig knuckle, naturally, it lacks impact.

Wu Yiren glared at him: "What’s impressive? If you face him, you must win, or I won’t speak to you!"

Mo Xiaolan was surprised: "Why?"

"Because..."

Wu Yiren widened her eyes but couldn’t continue.

Can’t exactly say it’s because if you want to be a Prince Consort, you naturally can’t be too weak, right?

"Junior Sister Wu, it seems it’s your turn to go on stage."

Liu Su turned around and said.

"Ah?"

Wu Yiren was stunned, then quickly reacted:

"Oh right, my turn, it’s all your fault, making me forget!"

She playfully glared at Mo Xiaolan before leaping into the arena.

Wu Yiren’s appearance drew even more discussion than Zhang Ling and Zhao Zhen.

"Is this the seventh princess of the West Imperial Dynasty?"

"The West Imperial Dynasty captured the third elder sister from Xiyue Peak, yet she dares to remain at Zhenyang Sect?"

"Si Minglan killed her eldest brother; it’s actually Zhenyang Sect that’s at fault. Why shouldn’t she stay here?"

"It’s said the West Imperial Dynasty harbors many ancient techniques. If this seventh princess favors you, entering the West Imperial Dynasty as a Prince Consort isn’t a bad choice."

This time, many male disciples cast curious glances at Wu Yiren.

The West Imperial Dynasty stands as equals with the Three Great Sects of Eastern Cultivation, with countless ancient techniques and precious treasures in the Imperial Palace.

If someone could marry this seventh princess, there’d be an abundance of cultivation resources to choose from, sparing them a hundred years of detours, unlike the painstaking climb to Inner Sect Disciple at Zhenyang Sect with little future?

Many were already considering Wu Yiren’s prospects.

Standing against Wu Yiren was Zhuang Jin from Heaven-Reaching Peak.

Before entering Zhenyang Sect, he was also a well-known loose cultivator, already at the Foundation Establishment Peak.

He smiled and saluted Wu Yiren: "I’ve heard of your beauty and cultivation prowess, Princess. Now I see you’ve exceeded expectations. I’m willing to assist you in honing your skills, Princess, just don’t forget me."

He didn’t call her ’Junior Sister’, but ’Princess’, even openly declaring his willingness to let Wu Yiren win.

This wasn’t magical combat; it was clearly a Princess seeking a Prince Consort.

"This Zhuang Jin is too sly! He went ahead first!"

Not a few male disciples harbored similar thoughts; seeing Zhuang Jin openly fawning over Wu Yiren, they stamped their feet, lamenting being a step too late.

"Alright!"

Wu Yiren drew her long sword, proudly winking at Mo Xiaolan.

See, so many men like me, aren’t you worried?

Mo Xiaolan wore a calm smile, tranquil as water.

Wu Yiren snorted, waving several sword auras at Zhuang Jin.

The two quickly engaged in combat, but Zhuang Jin was clearly holding back, being pushed back repeatedly until his long sword was knocked from his hand. He conceded gracefully:

"Princess, your mana is profound, Zhuang Jin is impressed."

He then whispered: "Princess, there were a few things I didn’t understand. Could we verify understanding tonight?"

Wu Yiren completely ignored him, turned around, and walked back to Mo Xiaolan’s side, smiling sweetly:

"Senior Brother Lan, there were some things earlier I didn’t understand, can we verify them later?"

Zhuang Jin stared blankly at this scene, realizing his previous performance was like a clown, spurting a mouthful of blood before being taken away by a few disciples from Divinity Transformation Peak.

Other male disciples hoping to become ’Prince Consort’ all glaring at Mo Xiaolan.

Damn, got ahead by this kid!

Mo Xiaolan sighed internally, speaking gently to Wu Yiren: "Alright, Junior Sister Wu, I was just thinking of verifying something with you."

Wu Yiren listened to him agreeing in front of so many people, felt both shy and happy, and teased:

"Who wants to verify with you? Libertine!"

But couldn’t suppress the smile on her face.

Liu Su quietly gave Mo Xiaolan a thumbs up.

Third sister, you’re formidable, winning over both sexes!

The fourth match was Qin Gengyun’s turn.

He strode into the arena with a gentle smile.

Xia Qinglian stared at him intently, her heart beating faster, and her lips curled slightly.

Husband’s cultivation has improved again.

Soon, Xia Qinglian’s smile disappeared.

Qin Gengyun’s opponent was a female disciple.

A charming and enchanting female disciple.