[Illustration] A Willing Heart Meets a Willing Soul, Shui Bing'er Has Found Her Beloved? Heartbreak Beyond Breath!

"What? You have some sort of connection to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"Then why didn't you mention it when I saw you last time?"

Bone Douluo's expression was puzzled, tinged with a hint of suspicion.

"This... it is not convenient to mention it for the time being."

Qian Renxue rolled her eyes inwardly, though her face remained composed:

"Besides, things were rushed last time, and I didn't have the chance to bring it up. It was my fault, and I hope Senior Bone Douluo will forgive me."

What she didn't say was that when she was the Crown Prince, Bone Douluo had never been fond of her, and their relationship had always been strained.

Why would she bother with him?

"If that is the case, then it must be fate. If you have time after the tournament, young friend, you are welcome to visit our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Fengzhi was also full of questions, yet he still spoke gently.

After all, since the other party claimed to have a connection to his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, It was clear they were leaning toward them—

So, he would take it slow and establish a good relationship first!

"Hehehe, yes, yes, yes, young friend, you should come visit our sect more often."

Bone Douluo chuckled happily, never expecting her to be half-one of their own.

Last time, he had almost "finished" her off.

Thinking of this, He felt a bit awkward inside.

"Very well, I certainly will. I still have a match to attend, so please excuse me."

Qian Renxue found an excuse and slipped away.

She did not want to get tangled up in their chatter.

Sword Douluo watched her retreating figure and sighed, his heart aching so much he could barely breathe.

Such a brilliant talent for the sword, yet she had been snatched away by someone else first.

Although he had suspected it for a while, It still pained him—he didn't want to speak anymore!

"Big sister—don't move! How did you get so badly hurt?"

As soon as Shui Bing'er returned to the waiting area, several pairs of hands pressed her down into a chair simultaneously.

Shui Yue'er carefully unfastened the blood-stained collar of her robe, A shocking, bloody gash ran diagonally from below her collarbone, The arm beside it was a mix of blue and purple, And beneath several raised, bruised lumps, the outline of broken bones was vaguely visible.

"That pretty boy is truly detestable!

How could he strike so ruthlessly?

He doesn't know the first thing about being gentle with the fair sex!"

Shen Liuyu stomped her feet as she bandaged Shui Bing'er's wounds, gritting her teeth in indignation.

"Exactly!

He was chatting with us so nicely just a moment ago; you really can't judge a book by its cover!

How vicious!"

Xue Wu's eyes were also slightly red, her heart aching terribly.

Shui Bing'er, however, gritted her teeth without a sound, her lips pale, yet she still smiled faintly:

"In a duel, who doesn't make a mistake? This is already quite light; it has nothing to do with that Fei Xue."

"It is simply that my skills are not refined enough; I cannot blame him."

"Eh? Big sister, you're acting strange, very strange—"

"Have you taken a fancy to that pretty boy?"

Hearing this, Shui Yue'er leaned in, cupping Shui Bing'er's face so their eyes met, "Come, big sister, look into my eyes and tell me—"

"I am your own sister, you absolutely cannot lie to me!"

"Oh, Yue'er, stop messing around."

Shui Bing'er felt quite awkward from her antics and swatted her hand away.

"Eh? Captain, something's not right, something's not right—"

The group of teammates immediately began to jeer.

Just then, Qian Renxue happened to be passing by not far away, immediately drawing the gazes of all the beauties, which were cast in unison with a mix of anger and resentment.

Qian Renxue hadn't noticed at first, but the sheer volume of these gazes seemed to trigger a qualitative change, sending a chill down her entire body.

Then she saw the pool of blood on the ground and finally remembered that she might have been a bit too heavy-handed earlier.

"Uh... Miss Shui Bing'er, I am truly sorry—"

Qian Renxue stopped in her tracks under the gaze of the beauties, took a small pill bottle from her sleeve, stepped forward, and held it out to Shui Bing'er.

"I lost control on the arena stage earlier and caused you such a serious injury."

"This pill is quite useful for recovery; please accept it as a token of my apology. Do not refuse."

"This wasn't your fault, there is no need for this."

Shui Bing'er stood up, intending to decline, but before she could even raise her hand, Shui Yue'er, standing beside her, was quick-witted and snatched the pill bottle away.

"Why wouldn't you take it, Sister? This is someone's good intentions!"

"Besides, that person is so rich, they definitely won't miss this little bit!"

Shui Yue'er shoved the pill bottle into Shui Bing'er's palm and winked at Qian Renxue.

"Yes, yes, yes, Miss Yue'er is right, you should just accept it."

"Alright, I still have a match to attend, so I shall take my leave."

Qian Renxue felt that the way this group of girls was looking at her was becoming increasingly strange, so she hurriedly dropped this sentence and fled in a panic.

"Eh? Captain, hurry and open it to see what kind of good stuff is inside!"

"That's right, that's right! I think that Fei Xue seems to be interested in our Captain!"

"Isn't that obvious? Our Captain is as beautiful as a celestial being; which man could see her and not be moved?"

"Exactly, the lad has feelings and the lass has intent—it seems the high-mountain flower of our Skywater Academy is about to be plucked!"

"Ah! My heart hurts so much, I feel like I can't breathe!"

Once Qian Renxue was far away, the flock of beauties immediately began to tease, making Shui Bing'er, who originally had no such intentions, blush to the tips of her ears.

It was hard to tell if she was angry or embarrassed!

At this moment, Qian Renxue was also being teased by Ling Xiao.

"I never realized it, but my disciple is quite charming."

"That little girl has taken a fancy to you, hasn't she?"

"This, this, this... interesting, interesting, this is truly too interesting!"

"Teacher, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

Qian Renxue turned red from the tips of her ears all the way down to her neck, and she stumbled, nearly tripping over her own feet.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that."

"This old one is well-traveled and open-minded!"

"If you have such thoughts, as your teacher, I certainly wouldn't oppose them!"

Ling Xiao spoke with the tone of an enlightened parent.

"Ah? No... how did I end up having, having what kind of intentions?"

Qian Renxue couldn't even speak clearly.

"I only gave her the pill because I felt she was a decent person when we interacted earlier, and I felt quite bad about injuring her in the arena..."

"Eh? She is quite decent. Don't worry, this marriage is approved by your teacher!"

Ignoring Qian Renxue's irritation, Ling Xiao continued to tease.

"You are acting unbecoming of your age! I'm not talking to you anymore, don't speak to me!"

Qian Renxue, in her annoyance, directly blocked out Ling Xiao's voice.

"Now, let us welcome—let us grandly welcome—Fei Xue and the Evil-Eyed White Tiger to the stage!"

Before the host's booming voice had even faded, two spotlights simultaneously illuminated the entrances on either side of the arena.

Qian Renxue, still nursing the remnants of her temper, stepped onto the stage one stride at a time...

"Heh heh, pretty boy, this young master has already seen through your fatal weakness—"

Dai Mubai failed to notice that Qian Renxue was currently fuming, and continued to pour oil on the fire.

Qian Renxue did not give him the chance to finish.

"Save your nonsense and go tell it to the sword in my hand!"

As the referee gave the signal, Qian Renxue unleashed the Hundred-Step Flying Sword; the Star Sword in her hand transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight toward Dai Mubai!

Dai Mubai had not expected his opponent to be even more shameless than him, attacking without so much as a greeting.

"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

He hurriedly activated his soul skill to intercept.

A beam of white light shot directly at the Star Sword, yet it failed to cause even the slightest delay.

The light was cleaved in two!

Cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of Dai Mubai's shirt.

Ignoring his composure, he hastily cast a White Tiger Body Protection Barrier on himself, then rolled toward the side in a pathetic scramble.

The blade grazed his shoulder and slammed into the ground behind him, the exploding debris slicing across his cheek, leaving behind several bloody gashes.

His prized golden curls were also blown into a messy bird's nest by the shockwave, and he knelt on the ground in a sorry state, gasping for air.