My Overbearing Master Fell for Me?

Qi Yuan stood on the arena platform, the wind making his sleeves flap loudly.

Could it be... that I was too handsome?

Had my opponent been won over and directly conceded defeat?

Qi Yuan looked at the surrendering Duan Tianjiao. Mm, she was a woman.

Being won over by his looks was perfectly normal.

As for the looks everyone else gave Qi Yuan, he seemed not to have noticed them.

"Qi Yuan wins this match!"

Qi Yuan accepted the result with a clear conscience.

Qi Yuan stepped down from the platform.

Other cultivators took their turns sparring and battling with spells, fighting to their hearts' content.

Qi Yuan sat upright among the crowd, watching until he grew drowsy.

Changshan Prince stroked his beard with a smile. "Little Brother Qi, obtaining a first-grade Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object like the Yellow Flower Fruit means your future is boundless."

Qi Yuan was somewhat puzzled. "The battles have not yet ended. How does Your Highness know I will seize first place?"

Changshan Prince merely smiled without answering.

Time flew by.

Soon, it was Qi Yuan's turn to take the stage again.

This time, Qi Yuan faced a Sword Cultivator from Suspended Mountain.

Sword Cultivators were rather rare in the Great Shang Kingdom.

Qi Yuan treated this match seriously as well.

He actually wanted to see whether a Sword Cultivator's Sword Control Technique involved riding a sword through the air or turning one's body into a streak of sword light.

Of course, he also understood that his opponent was merely at the Qi Refining Realm. How the hell could he know how to fly on a sword?

"Please enlighten me!"

The sword was the weapon of a gentleman. Facing the sharp-eyed young man, Qi Yuan was humble and courteous.

The young Sword Cultivator from Suspended Mountain held an iron sword, its cold gleam flashing, and pointed it at Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan extended two fingers, forming a sword gesture.

In the game world, his weapon had been the Great Treasure Sword.

The path of the sword.

A hearty contest of swordsmanship between men was about to begin.

Yet at this hair-trigger moment, the young Sword Cultivator's face suddenly turned deathly pale. He clutched his stomach. "What an overbearing spell, injuring people without a trace!

Senior Brother... I concede!"

That was right. The young man directly conceded and stepped down from the platform.

Qi Yuan was stunned.

Why did this scene seem a little too coincidental?

Could it be that his looks could even win over men now?

Thinking of that, Qi Yuan decided it was better to go out less often.

Victorious once again, Qi Yuan stepped down. Squinting, he suddenly looked toward Seven Colors Peak.

The mountain towered into the clouds, and faint white-jade palaces could be seen within its heights.

Master.

Qi Yuan pondered, recalling that unreliable woman.

Probably, in the entire Shinguang Sect, only she could be so "shameless" as to do something like this.

"Little Brother Qi, is the Yellow Flower Fruit already in your pocket?" Changshan Prince's eyes smiled. "Having such a master is the fortune of a lifetime."

After the first-grade Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object, the Yellow Flower Fruit, appeared, cultivators from great sects and prominent households alike had indeed been excited, rubbing their fists and sharpening their palms.

Unfortunately, the Seven Colors Peak Lord had sent a carrier pigeon to the other sects.

There had been no tempting offers, only threats, along with a few debts of gratitude.

The people from those great sects felt helpless and unconvinced, but could only swallow their resentment.

After all, there was only one cultivator so "shameless," and she was also so powerful.

They still had to give the Seven Colors Peak Lord face.

That was why they had come here and arranged this whole affair.

Of course, when other Qi Refining Realm disciples encountered one another, they would still do their utmost in battle.

The Foundation Establishment Spiritual Objects were not limited to the Yellow Flower Fruit alone.

Qi Yuan looked at Changshan Prince and slowly said, "My master has that much face?"

"Rather than saying she has great face, it would be better to say she is strong." Changshan Prince revealed a reminiscing expression. "Thirty years ago, the Demonic Desire Sect was wildly ambitious, seeming intent on unifying Great Shang and becoming the foremost force of the immortal path.

Do you know what happened afterward?"

Qi Yuan looked curious and listened attentively.

To be honest, he had only come to this world half a year ago.

He had not actually spent much time with his master, and did not know much about her. He only knew... that she was beautiful.

"Your master, the Seven Colors Peak Lord, went alone to the Demonic Desire Sect.

She said she had taken a liking to the Ancient Qixun Camphor Tree the Demonic Desire Sect had recently planted.

At the time, the Demonic Desire Sect's momentum was at its peak, so a fight was inevitable.

No one knew what happened during it. They only knew that your master transplanted that Ancient Qixun Camphor Tree onto Seven Colors Peak."

Changshan Prince's eyes held a smile.

"Since then, the Demonic Desire Sect has never again mentioned becoming the leader of Great Shang's immortal path."

Naturally, it was precisely because of that matter that the Seven Colors Peak Lord had done favors for all the great immortal sects. That was why they had given her face this time, handing the first-grade Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object over to her disciple without resistance.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan blurted out, "My overbearing master fell for me?"

The smile on Changshan Prince's face vanished. "You brat, keep your voice down. Do not drag me into this!"

Changshan Prince was very afraid of the Seven Colors Peak Lord.

Rumor had it that she was a great cultivator at the Divine Infant Late Stage. If not for her injuries, she would already have entered the Purple Mansion Realm.

The battles that followed could be said to have gone without a hitch for Qi Yuan.

So long as he stepped onto the platform, every opponent conceded defeat.

Before coming here, they had likely received instructions from their sect elders not to injure the Seven Colors Peak Lord's beloved disciple.

However, just as Qi Yuan entered the final round of battles, an accident occurred.

"Black Mountain Sect's Chu Yundong requests Senior Brother's guidance!" Dressed in black, Chu Yundong emanated dense Killing Intent.

He did not immediately concede. Instead, he looked at Qi Yuan with a solemn expression.

Qi Yuan was not surprised.

"Please enlighten me."

As he spoke, he looked at the strangely shaped magical artifact in Chu Yundong's hand.

It resembled a Feather Duster, covered in layers upon layers of black chicken feathers, hard as iron.

This was a Foundation Establishment magical artifact. When activated, its chicken feathers scattered like blossoms and could wound Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The elders of the various sects below the platform all revealed looks of surprise upon seeing this. Some looked toward Chicken Worshipping Ancestor, seemingly lost in thought.

"Black Mountain Sect has no small ambitions." Flying Flower Elder of the Demonic Desire Sect looked at Chicken Worshipping Ancestor.

Chicken Worshipping Ancestor smiled. "Everyone has a chance to obtain Foundation Establishment Spiritual Objects.

Otherwise, what would be the point of holding this Foundation Establishment Tournament?"

"They have even brought out a Foundation Establishment magical artifact." Dividing Light Sword Master of Suspended Mountain narrowed his eyes, staring at Chicken Worshipping Ancestor. "Black Chicken Old Demon... has his cultivation perhaps deepened further?"

The others all looked at Chicken Worshipping Ancestor as well, wanting to learn more from him about Black Chicken Old Demon.

If Black Mountain Sect had suddenly made trouble without Black Chicken Old Demon's instructions behind it, no one would believe it.

Black Chicken Old Demon was at the Divine Infant Middle Stage, while the Seven Colors Peak Lord was suspected to be an injured Divine Infant Late Stage cultivator.

Could it be... that Black Chicken Old Demon had broken through to the Divine Infant Late Stage?

From one small matter, those present had glimpsed many things.

Chu Tianxiong also revealed a delighted smile. Earlier, when Qi Yuan had said he bore the Sign of Bloody Calamity, he had wanted to fly into a rage, but the ancestor had stopped him. Now, seeing this scene, he felt especially smug.

He wanted to see Chu Yundong defeat that Qi Yuan with the Foundation Establishment magical artifact and seize the first-grade Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object.

The sect elders present no longer paid attention to victory or defeat on the platform. Instead, they considered how to send this information back to their sects.

Only Changshan Prince and Chu Tianxiong were still watching the arena platform.

Unfortunately, because of the rules, Changshan Prince could not warn Qi Yuan to beware of the Foundation Establishment magical artifact in Chu Yundong's hand.