59: Chapter 59 Ning Chuan is not dead?

"This is a seduction technique. Shouyi won't be bewitched, right?"

Wang Qingyan started to worry.

Not only her, the rest of the Wang Family also had more worry than confidence. Seduction techniques mainly tested the Heart-Nature of the affected person, and Shouyi was notoriously reckless.

Compared to the worries of the others, Wang Shouyi's father instead had something else in his eyes.

Wang Yaozu was paying attention to the whole scene, and naturally discovered his third brother's abnormality, "What does Third Brother's look mean? Amidst the worry, there's also a bit of... anticipation??y"

"My eyes must be playing tricks on me. How could that be? The one up there is his own biological son."

Ning Liandie slightly turned her head, making that strand of sweat-dampened beautiful hair stick even closer. Her voice even carried a hint of a crying tone: "Young Master Wang... This humble one really hurts unbearably, please yield to this humble one a little..."

As she spoke, she leaned forward by another half step, her collar opening a bit wider.

Down the stage, Hua Shaoyang's folding fan paused mid-air.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at the faint petal spirit rune on Ning Liandie's collarbone, and suddenly sneered, "I knew you were a slut, but I didn't expect you to be so promiscuous."

On the arena, Wang Shouyi suddenly frowned.

He smelled an elusive sweet fragrance. The aroma drilled into his nasal cavity, making him involuntarily think of a jar of spirit wine that Wang Shouren had stuffed into his hands before.

That wine was also sweet. He buried it behind the ancestral hall, intending to dig it out and drink it together when Shouren brother came out of seclusion.

"What did you sprinkle on your body?" He looked down at Ning Liandie, his tone earnest, as if asking about a serious matter, "Why does it smell just like the wine my brother brewed? Did you tie your belt properly or not? Why is your clothing falling down again?"

The smile on Ning Liandie's face froze.

Before she could react, Wang Shouyi's heavy sword had already smashed down mercilessly.

"Are we still fighting or not? If you're not fighting, I'm fighting."

One sword strike smashed onto her right shoulder, knocking her entire body to flip over, and another sword slap struck her lower back, sending her flying sideways.

The hilt of the sword heavily slammed under her ribs, making her roll three or four times on the arena, and finally lying flat on her back on the white line at the edge of the arena.

"Women are so troublesome. If you want to give me wine to drink, wouldn't it be better to just take it out generously?" Wang Shouyi withdrew his sword and stood, still maintaining that expressionless appearance.

Down the stage was stunned for a moment, followed by an eruption of uproarious laughter.

Some Loose Cultivator laughed so hard they slapped their thighs, and someone wiped away tears of laughter and said to the person next to them, "This kid must be made of wood."

That old Loose Cultivator was so amused his beard was almost pulled off.

Ning Liandie lay flat on her back, looking at Wang Shouyi through eyes glued together by sweat and blood, utterly unable to understand why this man had no reaction whatsoever to her charm.

"I, I concede."

"First match, Wang Shouyi wins!" Hu Shan pronounced the final verdict.

The Wang Family members cheered, and several generation-Shou disciples rushed onto the arena to receive Wang Shouyi and stuffed a Spirit Pill back into his mouth.

Wang Yaowu lowered his head in silence, "It's confirmed. How on earth did this old man give birth to a blockhead."

"Before, I only thought he liked martial arts and ordinary women couldn't catch his eye. Turns out... turns out he really..."

On the other side of the stage, Hua Shaoyang's face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The knuckles of the fingers holding his folding fan turned white, and the ribs of the fan were squeezed until they creaked.

Ning Liandie was supported and dragged back by two Ning Family disciples, her hair disheveled like a madwoman, half her face stained with the dust from the arena. That seductive posture had long since shattered into absolute pieces, and the pain in her Meridians made her lips turn pale, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

She raised her bloodshot eyes to look at Hua Shaoyang, her lips moving as if wanting to say something, but she was nailed in place by a cold glance from Hua Shaoyang.

"Trash."

Great Elder Ning Shengkui hurriedly stepped forward with a flattering smile, lowering his voice to a minimum.

"Young Master Hua, calm your anger. Although Ning Liandie lost, Wang Shouyi is the strongest among the Wang Family's Shou-generation, so we will steadily win the next match.

As far as I know, apart from the secluded Wang Shouren, only this Wang Shouyi is in the Late Stage Qi Refining in the Wang Family.

As long as we win two more games in the next match, Wang Qingyan will have to obediently follow Young Master back to the Baihua Sect."

Hua Shaoyang held his fan without speaking, the gloom on his face dissolving a trace.

Great Elder Ning Shengkui was right; if Wang Shouyi was the only seventh layer Qi Refining among the third generation of the Wang Family, he could indeed win this bet.

He slowly unfolded his folding fan, then slowly closed it, saying coldly, "The next match, we must win."

As soon as his voice fell, two young men suddenly walked out from the opposite crowd.

"Switch to me for the next match." One of them stood holding his sword, his aura steady all over his body, shockingly also at the seventh layer of Qi Refining.

"Switch to me, I am also at the seventh layer of Qi Refining." The other person stepped forward, standing side by side with him, with an equally robust aura.

The smile on Great Elder Ning Shengkui's face froze once again.

He widened his eyes, looking at those two young men, his lips trembling for several times before squeezing out a sentence: "How... are there more?"

A Ning Family deacon nearby leaned over and lowered his voice to say, "Grand Elder, that one is called Wang Shoudong, and the other one looks unfamiliar, but his aura is indeed at the seventh layer of Qi Refining. Three, the Shou-generation has three seventh layer Qi Refining practitioners."

Great Elder Ning Shengkui's expression became extremely ugly.

With the entire clan's strength, the Ning Family only had Ning Liandie cultivate to the Peak of the seventh layer of Qi Refining, and that was forcibly piled up using resources in the Baihua Sect.

When did the Wang Family quietly raise three seventh layer Qi Refining practitioners?

He incredulously swept across the Wang Family crowd, wanting to see any flaws from those few young faces, but after looking for a long time, he only saw certainty.

Hua Shaoyang also fell silent.

He stared at those two seventh layer Qi Refining young men opposite him for a long time, and stopped shaking his fan.

He realized he had bet on the wrong treasure. The Wang Family didn't just have one Wang Shouyi; the third generation of the Wang Family was far deeper than he imagined.

A Lifespan Fruit was not Chinese cabbage; his father Hua Baichuan only had that single piece, and he secretly took it out because he was certain he could win it back.

But now the first match had already been lost. If they continued to compare, in case the second match was also lost, the Lifespan Fruit would truly belong to the Wangs.

The white-bearded Baihua Sect Elder behind him suddenly transmitted his voice via telepathy, his voice aged and flat.

"Shaoyang, if your father knows you used a Lifespan Fruit as a bet, he will likely be furious. Why not... withdraw?"

Hua Shaoyang clenched his back teeth.

Withdraw? In front of the Loose Cultivators of the Three Counties, in front of everyone in the Wang Family, he Hua Shaoyang used a Lifespan Fruit to force a marriage and failed, instead being forced to retreat ignominiously.

If these words spread back to the Baihua Sect, where would he put his face?

But if he didn't withdraw and lost the next match as well, it wouldn't be a matter of losing face, but losing his life. His father Hua Baichuan would skin him alive.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, a commotion suddenly came from the very back of the Ning Family's procession.

Several Ning Family disciples unconsciously stepped aside to both sides, as if forced back by something.

"How long has it been since I left, has the Ning Family really become devoid of people?"

Only to see a red-haired youth walking slowly out from the crowd. His steps were very light, landing without a sound, yet every step made the Ning Family disciples closest to him turn pale, unconsciously taking another half step back.

"Ning Chuan?" Great Elder Ning Shengkui blurted out, a flash of disbelief crossing his eyes.

Ning Chuan was clearly among the group that followed the Third Elder to investigate the cause of Ning Xishan's death. A whole year had passed, and everyone believed that even if Ning Chuan wasn't dead, he absolutely could not return. How could he appear here now?

"Grand Elder, if no one in the Ning Family dares to step up, how about I take the next match? It's a guaranteed win."