How Many Lost?
Xuan Jingshan was helped back to his seat by his servants. He had just swallowed another pill and coughed up the blood in his chest. Only now did his frustration subside a little.
Sang Ying was really too ruthless. At first, he thought it was just a minor injury, but after returning, the injury became more and more serious, forcing him to start taking spirit medicine.
He never imagined he would be defeated by a woman, let alone that the one who would defeat him would be Bai Qinglong.
After that battle, all the arrangements he had made beforehand, and the boastful words he had made to bolster his morale, instantly became a laughing stock.
Xuan Jingshan still remembered that after he was defeated and helped away, the entire Dragon Race in the Martial Arts Hall were calling out Bai Qinglong's name. Walking against the tide of people, he felt like a stray dog!
He gripped the armrest tightly, the carvings on it instantly shattering under his fingers. "How are the other clansmen's matches going? Did they follow my instructions and stop the White Dragon Tribe in the preliminary rounds?"
Even if he loses face, as long as his men can hold off most of the young men of the White Dragon Tribe, then he won't have completely lost this competition.
Upon hearing Xuan Jingshan's question, the servant responsible for taking care of him trembled with fear.
Recalling the news he had just received, the servant suddenly hesitated, wondering whether he should reveal these things.
Seeing the servant's worry, Xuan Jingshan also had a bad feeling, but he still insisted on asking, "What exactly is going on? Don't try to hide it from me, tell me right now!"
The servant's face was bitter, but he dared not disobey his young master's wishes, so he carefully said, "The clansmen did indeed do as you instructed, but we don't know why the White Dragon Tribe was so powerful this time, and our master couldn't get the better of them."
"How many people lost?" Xuan Jingshan asked, his face grim.
The servant forced a smile and awkwardly replied, "Yes, only a few people won."
Xuan Jingshan glared angrily, about to open his mouth to scold, but before he could utter a word, a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat.
Seeing that his young master had vomited blood again, the servants nearby hurriedly stuffed the spirit medicine into his hand, fearing that their young master might actually die from anger.
Xuan Jingshan pushed away the hand offering him the medicine and fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"The White Dragon Tribe is something else! I never imagined I'd misjudged them!" He grabbed his servant's sleeve and pulled him close. "Send a message to my father, tell them to take advantage of the fact that all the young and strong White Dragon Tribe are away and make their move!"
He couldn't delay any longer. If Bai Qinglong and the others continued to grow stronger, the Black Dragon Clan would probably have no chance of turning the tide!
Having received the order, the servant went to carry it out without delay.
Xuan Jingshan stood by the window, gazing at the inn where Sang Ying and the others were staying, his eyes filled with malice. "I haven't lost yet. Let's see who has the last laugh!"
At this moment, Sang Ying, whom Xuan Jingshan was thinking about, had just finished a competition and was about to return to the inn to rest for a while.
They were stopped halfway there.
The newcomer was a young woman with a touch of heroism in her eyes, and she carried a large sword that was even longer than herself on her back.
Upon seeing her, Sang Ying couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
"You are the young master of the White Dragon Tribe, right?" The girl with the big sword spoke very directly, "My name is Jin Le'er, and I want to fight you!"
The second round of the competition stipulated that participants had to win twenty consecutive matches. Sang Ying still needed ten more, so she naturally accepted all challenges.
Unfortunately, before she could even answer, a young man dressed in gold suddenly appeared out of nowhere and abruptly covered Jin Le'er's mouth.
"Hehehe, Young Master Bai, you flatter me. My little sister is young and doesn't know any better. She was just joking. Please don't take it to heart!" The young man said with a smile as he led Jin Le'er back.
But Jin Le'er wasn't so easily subdued by him.
She grabbed her brother's hand in two quick movements, flipped him over, and pinned him down, instantly reversing the situation.
"Who are you calling young and ignorant?!" Jin Le'er squeezed the young man's hand, and he screamed in pain.
Unable to break free, the young man could only plead, "I'm young, I don't know any better, okay?"
Jin Le'er then let go of the person.
"You don't need to worry about him. He can't make decisions for me. Just tell me if you're willing to fight me." Having dealt with her brother, Jin Le'er challenged Sang Ying to a duel once again.
Sang Ying had always wanted to try fighting the swordsman, and now that Jin Le'er had dealt with her brother, Sang Ying naturally had no reason to refuse.
The two quickly arranged a time, leaving the young man dressed in gold standing to the side the whole time.
After everything was settled, Jin Le'er took the opportunity to introduce the young man to Sang Ying: "My elder brother's name is Jin Man. Don't let his appearance fool you, he is the young master of our Golden Dragon Clan."
Hearing this, the young man secretly nudged his younger sister with his elbow.
"I've heard of Young Master Bai's reputation from Hong Yan long ago. Now that I've finally met Young Master Bai in person, I must thank you first!" Jin Man smiled as soon as he saw Sang Ying looking at him.
Sang Ying asked, "What did Young Master Jin thank me for?"
He chuckled, "Young Master Bai, you don't know, but a few days ago you had a competition with Xuan Jingshan, right? There was a betting pool for the two of you outside, and I went up to join in the fun and bet that you would win Young Master Bai."
"I was lucky; I listened to Hong Yan's advice and had the foresight to recognize talent, which made me a fortune!"
Sang Ying couldn't help but smile upon hearing this, "Then I should thank you, Young Master Jin, for trusting me so completely."
"This is all thanks to Hong Yan," Jin Man said quickly. "When I asked him who would win, Hong Yan insisted that Young Master Bai would win. That's how I got this windfall. Oh, by the way, he also participated in that betting game, and he bet even more than me!"
Hong Yan actually bet on her too? This was somewhat unexpected for Sang Ying.
She originally thought that Hong Yan wouldn't get involved in such playful things.
However, this also served as a reminder to Sang Ying that a race like the Red Dragon Clan, which only values strength, might still be worth trying to win over.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two sides went their separate ways.
Sang Ying quickly returned to the inn, where someone had been waiting for her for quite some time.
Inside the house, Madam Lanxin and Bai Shou immediately went to greet Sang Ying upon her return.
"Your grandfather has already sent word. You guessed right. Since we left, the Black Dragon Clan has been making moves. This time, Xuan Jingshan was defeated by you, and they can't swallow this insult. They'll probably launch a full-scale attack!" Madam Lanxin only learned later that the real reason Old Patriarch Bai stayed behind was to prevent the Black Dragon Clan from taking advantage of the situation to attack.
When she first learned of Sang Ying's plan, she thought they were overthinking things. Even if the Black Dragon Clan was bold, they wouldn't dare to attack directly.
It turned out she still didn't understand the Black Dragon Clan enough; these madmen actually wanted to take advantage of the situation and devour the White Dragon Tribe.
Fortunately, her daughter had anticipated this.
"Don't worry about what's going on over there. The Black Dragon Clan won't get away with it. We just need to focus on Jialan City. If anything unexpected happens, we still have Xuan Jingshan, right?" Sang Ying said calmly.
At worst, she could just lead her people to wipe out all the younger generation of the Black Dragon Clan. Without an heir, she wanted to see how long those old geezers could remain arrogant.