Making Everything Reasonable

"You can still call off our bet if you're having second thoughts."

As Chen Lang was idly watching the crowd below with some boredom, Mu Ningxue's cool, clear voice reached his ears from beside him.

Chen Lang turned and looked at the icy beauty beside him, with her snow-white skin and cascading silver hair.

Whether it was due to the backlash within her body or simply her nature, she always seemed like this—untouched by the mundane world.

But perhaps that was exactly why she stirred an irresistible urge to conquer in men.

Seeing Chen Lang's burning gaze fixed on her, Mu Ningxue frowned slightly. Yet, recalling their current relationship, she smoothed her elegant brows once more.

"What are you staring at me like that for?" Getting used to this would take time; at least for now, Mu Ningxue couldn't fully adapt.

"Because you're beautiful, of course."

To Chen Lang's words, Mu Ningxue chose silence.

"It's pretty boring, but since we're here, let's just wait and see how it ends."

Meanwhile, the guests had all arrived, and Mo Fan was already in the arena waiting for the duel to begin.

As for Yu Ang, he deliberately made a late entrance.

The two stood in the arena—one dressed in flashy, polished attire, the other in casual clothes.

It was hard to imagine that these two would have a scheduled fight.

At the Hunter Alliance elder's signal to start, they launched into magical combat.

Everyone thought Yu Ang was sure to win. Still, seeing Mo Fan's third-level Primary Fire Element magic earned him recognition from many.

For a commoner to reach this level was, in a sense, a sign of extraordinary talent!

Unfortunately, while Mo Fan's cultivation wasn't weaker than Yu Ang's, Mu Zhuoyun had prepared plenty of magic tools for Yu Ang.

Especially fire-resistant ones.

As the fight went on, many felt it was unfair. At that point, Mu Zhuoyun stated, "Background is also part of one's strength."

Mu Ningxue was also stunned: "I didn't expect... he'd grown this much!"

She naturally knew about Mo Fan's family situation.

He'd even been able to learn magic only because his father sold their house.

With no resource support, reaching the third level of Primary in three years... it was unbelievable!

Although Mo Fan had already amazed the crowd, the match was nearing its end.

Now, Yu Ang, relying on ample Magic Power, had completely covered the arena with ice.

Mo Fan's defeat was only a matter of time.

Seeing Mu Ningxue look his way, Chen Lang said nonchalantly, "That's still not all he's got."

"Boom~~~"

Just as his words fell, dense Electric Currents converged, followed by a faint thunderclap exploding across the arena!

Everyone except Chen Lang thought Mo Fan would be the one to fall.

But who would have guessed that the one collapsing would be Yu Ang instead...

Mu Ningxue stared at the arena in disbelief, but what shocked her even more was Chen Lang!

He hadn't just been guessing blindly—he could actually sense others' strength?

Suddenly recalling what Chen Lang had said earlier, she asked anxiously, "You said Yu Ang's cultivation was impure—can you be sure?"

She even grabbed Chen Lang's arm.

"Not completely sure." Chen Lang shook his head.

This was his first time in Bocheng. Just as Mu Ningxue couldn't fully trust him, others thought he was just speaking from gut feeling, like a kid trying to show off.

"I'll have my father keep an eye on him later," Mu Ningxue said seriously.

After what had just happened, she no longer doubted Chen Lang's words but instead had gained some trust.

Chen Lang said nothing. In truth, he was wondering whether interfering with the Bocheng disaster would cause some butterfly effect.

While Chen Lang pondered Bocheng's affairs, Mu Ningxue was thinking about their earlier bet.

She even suspected Chen Lang might be thinking about that right now...

For a moment, a hint of shyness crept over her.

The Ice Beauty's pretty face rarely showed any change, but unfortunately, Chen Lang was too focused on Bocheng matters to notice...

"It's getting late... I'm going back to rest." Worried that Chen Lang might do something right there, she dropped the words and fled without looking back.

As Mu Ningxue left, Chen Lang snapped back to reality.

At first, he wondered why the woman had run off without a word instead of going to tell her father about Yu Ang.

But soon, he realized—it had to be because of the bet...

The duel ended. Mu Ningxue fled, and Chen Lang returned to his lodgings.

It was just as he entered the room that a mass of black shadow materialized before him.

After appearing, the Black Shadow asked respectfully, "Young Master Lang, Elder Chen Ming will arrive in Bocheng tomorrow. The Elder sent me to ask—what time should he visit the Mu Family?"

"No rush. Have them wait for my signal."

When Chen Lang had come here, he had already contacted his clan back home.

The Old Master was displeased, but given Chen Lang's performance at the Imperial Capital Academy, he had reluctantly agreed. As long as Chen Lang wasn't trying to marry Mu Ningxue, Chen Jin could still accept a compromise.

"This..."

Not giving the other a chance to continue, Chen Lang cut him off. "What did the Old Master instruct you to do?"

"To follow your wishes..." After repeating this, seeing Chen Lang simply staring at him, the Black Shadow said no more and departed with an acknowledgment.

He had the Old Master come to the Mu Family, and it wasn't solely because of Mu Ningxue.

At the same time, he also wanted to do something for Bocheng.

Having come to this world, and possessing this ability, he naturally couldn't just sit by and do nothing.

He didn't have a hero's dream, but within the scope of his ability, he was still willing to lend a hand.

The only troublesome part was that he needed to make all of this happen in a reasonable way...

Over the next few days, whether Mu Zhuoyun liked it or not, he arranged for Chen Lang to take a stroll through Bocheng's few worthwhile spots.

A small, shabby city naturally had little to see.

Chen Lang patiently wandered around only because he was waiting.

Before he knew it, seven days had passed since that duel.

Today was also the day the Chen Clan's people were arriving.

And on this same day, a torrent of piss-yellow rain poured down.

The Chen Ming who came this time was still a direct-line Elder of the Chen Family.

If, before the Chen Clan's people had arrived, Mu Zhuoyun might still have harbored some resentment and complaints.

But when the Chen Clan's people arrived, bearing gifts and the things Chen Lang had promised, he no longer had any dissatisfaction.

It wasn't that this father had a weak will—it was simply that what the Chen Clan tossed away as pocket change could, in a single year, match decades of his own hard work!

In the face of immense profit, human nature ultimately could not withstand the test...