A love rival appears

A young male cultivator dressed in Hongyi with a face as beautiful as a woman entered Hua Yaoyu's room, carrying a delicate fragrance.

Almost the instant he appeared, he captured the entire attention of the female cultivator surnamed Lu.

The flamboyant and alluring Hongyi paled in comparison to the young man, whose red mole at the corner of his eye made him appear as if he had been painted.

Even someone as experienced as her, who had seen countless beauties, was momentarily captivated by the man's appearance.

The female cultivator surnamed Lu slowly approached Hua Yaoyu, only regaining some of her senses after inhaling the other's warm fragrance. "Senior Sister, this is what Master spoke of..."

Before she could even finish explaining, Hua Yaoyu nodded, confirming her guess.

"Greetings, Uncle Hua and Uncle Lu." The young man's voice was exceptionally pleasant, with a slight upward inflection at the end, seemingly possessing a captivating quality.

The female cultivator surnamed Lu gasped sharply, nearly unable to withstand the shock.

"No need to be so polite," the female cultivator surnamed Lu quickly said. "What's your name?"

The young man replied gently, "My name is Shen Yu, and I do not yet have a Daoist name."

The young man is currently only in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and it is indeed not yet time for him to take a Dao title.

Fortunately, the female cultivator surnamed Lu didn't seem to care much about this. After learning the other person's name, she turned to Hua Yaoyu and asked, "With such a person, I wonder which one Senior Sister intends to use her on?"

Although the two sisters were dissatisfied with the Mara Gate, they were ultimately dependent on them. Now, in the individual competition, they hadn't put in their best effort and had already been reprimanded by Elder Xu's men.

With the sect competition fast approaching, the Seven Emotions Pavilion naturally had to do something to show its sincerity.

"Who else could it be used on? Naturally, it's that female sword Ten Thousand Daos Born!" A hint of apprehension flashed in Hua Yaoyu's eyes when she mentioned this person.

She had assumed that Chi Yan, whom Mara Gate had carefully trained, would at least severely injure Sang Ying, if not defeat her.

It now seems that Sang Ying is not someone who can be defeated by ordinary means. To defeat her, it seems one will have to resort to some unorthodox methods.

"Tsk." The female cultivator surnamed Lu seemed somewhat dissatisfied. "That female sword cultivator is quite fortunate, to have Senior Sister deliver Shen Yu to her doorstep."

The two didn't hide their conversation from the young man in Hongyi, who seemed not to hear them, a smile always on his face.

Hua Yaoyu frowned slightly and gently patted her junior sister. "The situation is extremely serious now, so put aside your petty thoughts. If the Mara Gate stumbles this time, not only will you and I suffer, but the entire Seven Emotions Pavilion will likely be implicated!"

Hua Yaoyu has risen to her current position thanks to two main factors: her unparalleled beauty and her sharp intellect.

She was a very astute person, so she rarely offended others. In the past, she wouldn't have minded letting her junior sister have a casual relationship with a junior disciple, but now this person was prepared for Ten Thousand Daos Born's female sword cultivator.

Just by looking at the female swordsman's fierce sword wind, one could tell that this person was not easy to fool, and she dared not let anything happen to Shen Yu at this critical juncture.

The female cultivator surnamed Lu, who had been given a good talking-to by her senior sister, quickly suppressed her covetous look. After the two chatted for a few minutes, Hua Yaoyu finally turned her gaze back to Shen Yu.

After carefully examining the person in front of her, Hua Yaoyu couldn't help but admire them in her heart.

No one knows where her master found this precious jade; with just a little decoration, it could be given away as the perfect gift.

"Shen Yu, do you know why we've come to find you today?" Hua Yaoyu greeted her as usual.

The young man named Shen Yu nodded slightly. "I already know some of the inside story from my grandmaster, and now I'm just waiting for my two senior uncles to give their instructions."

"Alright, let me ask you this: in the past few days, did you see Ten Thousand Daos Born, the female chief scholar of this year's competition?"

A cool, beautiful face flashed through Shen Yu's mind, but he suppressed it calmly. "I've seen him before. He's a powerful swordsman."

Hua Yaoyu said, "It's good that you've met her. This person is your next target. I want you to make her completely infatuated with you before this sect competition ends!"

Shen Yu's pupils contracted slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

He bowed slightly and replied, "Yes, I will obey my master's orders."

After discussing with the two elders, Sang Ying revised the cultivation plans for her junior brothers and sisters based on their performance over the past few days.

Even the injured disciples were not spared; even Bai Kejin, who was the most seriously injured, dared not relax for the first time during these five days.

Sang Ying and Dong Fuzhu took advantage of this time to cultivate together at the spiritual spring of the Azure Feather Sect.

The spiritual spring of the Azure Feather Sect truly lived up to its reputation as a treasure obtained with great effort. The Spiritual Qi there was exceptionally pure and abundant. After soaking in it once, the two of them were reluctant to leave.

The other people in the top ten were the same, and Jingshui from Buddha Sound Temple was no exception to this temptation.

However, while the spiritual spring is excellent, its usefulness to someone like Sang Ying, who is at the Golden Core Peak, is not as great as that to Dong Fuzhu.

She was only half a step away from the Nascent Soul, and absorbing Spiritual Qi alone could not close the gap. Only by comprehending more profound sword techniques could Sang Ying enter the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, this cannot be rushed, and Sang Ying only intends to let things take their natural course.

After soaking in the spiritual spring, Sang Ying were about to return to Swan Courtyard together. Jimo Xuan had gone into seclusion again these past few days, so the siblings would not be able to see each other for the time being.

On their way back, the two stumbled upon another interesting scene.

It was unclear which two sects' disciples had gotten into a fight, but the young man who was trying to break it up was innocently caught in the crossfire and was shoved hard, crashing straight into Sang Ying.

He fell perfectly, just enough to reveal his handsome face, and the faint scent of bamboo leaves wafted to his nose, even Dong Fuzhu couldn't help but feel a little fondness for him.

Just when everyone thought Sang Ying would reach out to take it, she flicked her fingers and used a Method Formula to push the person back!

The young man wasn't stupid; he immediately regained his balance.

He seemed to realize his rudeness, and as soon as he regained his footing, he turned around to thank Sang Ying and the other woman.

The moment the young man met Sang Ying's eyes, his face flushed red. "I'm so sorry. Are you hurt, fellow Daoist? I... I, Shen Yu, can take responsibility for you!"

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, the young man stammered out strange words in his haste. By the time he realized what he had said, his face was already red to his neck.

Fortunately, he was handsome, and his silly and dazed appearance only made him seem innocent. Instead of being annoying, he made onlookers feel a little fond of him.

Dong Fuzhu chuckled at his words and teased Sang Ying, "Senior sister, say something! I'm thinking of taking responsibility for you!"

Sang Ying's cold gaze swept over, and Dong Fuzhu's smile instantly froze. She immediately dared not say anything out of line.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to worry about it; it was just an accident." Sang Ying paused, "If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave."

Upon hearing this, the young man seemed to snap out of his daze and hurriedly made way for the two of them.

Just as Sang Ying brushed past him, the young man finally mustered the courage to ask, "My name Shen Yu of the Seven Emotions Pavilion. May I ask your name?"

Upon hearing the words "Seven Emotions Pavilion," Dong Fuzhu, who had initially held goodwill towards him, instantly turned cold.

Under the expectant gaze of the other party, Sang Ying did not answer. Instead, Dong Fuzhu spoke up, "My senior sister said it was an accident. Her name has nothing to do with you, right?"

Shen Yu was taken aback, a look of disappointment appearing in his eyes, but he smiled gently and said, "I was being presumptuous. Please don't take offense, fellow Daoists."

Upon hearing this, Dong Fuzhu snorted softly, said nothing more, turned around, and hurriedly left with Sang Ying.

Shen Yu was left behind, watching them leave.

However, the young man's gaze as he watched Sang Ying's retreating figure carried a hint of something indescribable.

A note from the author:

Even though it's just a fake love rival, just imagine Jiang Zhuoxue, who has been asleep for so long, finally waking up and seeing Sang Ying fawning over this exceptionally handsome young man. Wouldn't Heilong, who doesn't belong to the category of pure and innocent gentlemen, be furious?

Sang Ying: Jiang Zhuoxue? Does such a person exist?

Jiang Zhuoxue:... You have no heart!

See you tomorrow, flap your wings~