Ascend to the Azure Clouds

"A Qi Refining Realm cultivator could control eleven Flying Swords at once, and the Nine Luminaries didn't want you?"

"That's right." Xu Yuan smiled.

"Come on, let's add each other." Zhang Pengcheng took out his phone.

The two added each other, cupped their fists in farewell, and jumped down from the arena.

Scattered applause broke out.

The applause grew louder and louder.

The host called out:

"What a spectacular exchange! It was beyond imagination! Who would believe a Qi Refining Realm Cultivator could wield the Flying Sword Art with such finesse?"

"Of course, Zhang Pengcheng's performance was spectacular too. His attacks and the way he blocked those Flying Swords one after another were eye-opening!"

"Let's give them a round of applause!"

The applause surged like a tide and thundered through the stands.

Xu Yuan seemed not to notice anyone's Gaze Upon him. He let Yang Xiaobing support him down from the stage, returned to the stands with her, and sat without saying a word.

After a while,

the fighting onstage began again.

Yang Xiaobing turned to look at him, looked away, then turned back for another glance.

"What is it?" Xu Yuan asked.

"I know how hard you work, but if something's wrong, you should say so. You can tell me. You don't have to carry everything alone. That's too hard." Yang Xiaobing's voice was soft.

Xu Yuan smiled and quietly took her hand.

She froze and hurried to pull away, but he held on tight.

For an instant,

"You still have strength left?" Yang Xiaobing asked in surprise.

Xu Yuan immediately let go and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Quick, take a look at my hand. It's cramping... cramping..."

Yang Xiaobing looked. His hand had twisted into a knot. It was clearly a cramp.

"I told you! You pushed