Bai Chuli let out a scream, shaking Yun Zhang's shoulders with all her might.
"It's all gone!!! It's all gone!!!"
As Yan Jue fell into Yun Zhen's arms, she immediately caught a whiff of a rich, fragrant floral scent, along with the overwhelming pressure emanating from an eighth realm expert.
Yan Jue's scalp tingled suddenly, and with a "poof—" sound, she spat out a mouthful of blood mist, splattering it onto Yun Zhen.
Everyone: "..."
The exquisite embroidery on Yun Zhen's clothes was instantly stained with crimson.
At once, someone seemed unable to bear it and closed their eyes.
Everyone knew that Yun Zhen, the fairy, loved cleanliness; even slightly dirty disciples couldn't enter her Qiu Li Pavilion.
Yan Jue, this time, didn't just fly away but happened to land on Yun Zhen.
What a stroke of bad luck.
Qi Xianqing's pupils contracted as she quickly took two steps forward.
Yan Jue felt dizzy, and when she came to her senses, she found herself lying in an exceptionally soft embrace.
Yun Zhen immediately held her close, tenderly rubbing her face: "You fought well, fought really well. You did so much better than Xianqing back then."
Everyone: "..."
Qi Xianqing's gaze crossed the martial arts platform and landed directly on Yan Jue.
Her hands, hanging by her sides, instinctively tightened.
Yun Zhen frowned, looking at Qi Xianqing on the martial arts platform: "How could you bear to be so rough with such a cute little girl?"
Before her words were finished, the crowd erupted in an uproar.
Everyone said that Yun Zhen loved her disciples like her own life.
Who would have thought that she would publicly reprimand Qi Xianqing?
Moreover, this reprimand felt quite strange...
Yun Zhen's clothes were all stained with Yan Jue's blood, yet she didn't show any signs of disdain; instead, with a single hand, she effortlessly lifted Yan Jue up.
Yun Zhen walked toward the square's exit: "No sword? No worries, I'll make you a sword right now."
Qi Xianqing raised an eyebrow, her lips moved, and a word got stuck in her throat: "Master—"
Yan Jue felt completely numb, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile as she supported Yun Zhen's shoulder: "Immortal! No—"
"There's no need," the two words were about to come out when she saw a purple mist appearing beneath Yun Zhen's feet.
With a single hand gesture, Yun Zhen flew into the air like an immortal, riding the clouds and mist with Yan Jue.
At the same time, Qi Xianqing leaped from the martial arts platform, stepping on the shadow of the immortal sword and swiftly departing.
Everyone: "..."
This was the first time both the winner and the loser had run off right after the competition.
Yan Jue felt like she was floating in a cloud, unable to open her eyes.
By the time she could finally open them, she found herself standing in Yun Zhen's courtyard.
