Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price

"Divinity Transformation Peak, He Zhiqiu, wins."

As Senior Sister Su Xin from Danxia Peak gently announced, Qin Gengyun slowly walked off the field, while a few people carried the convulsing and foaming-at-the-mouth Zhang Ling off.

At this moment, the Outer Sect disciples were still in shock.

Especially watching Senior Brother Zhang Ling, who was once so dashing and graceful, now being carried out like a leper having a seizure.

His hair was disheveled, clothes ragged, his body filthy; one could hardly describe him as anything less than utterly forlorn.

"Senior Brother Zhang, boo hoo hoo..."

At this moment, the image of the nearly invincible deity in everyone’s hearts collapsed.

"Hey hey, why does this scene look familiar?"

Someone suddenly recalled:

"Of course, isn’t it true that Zhou Ling’Er and Xu Caihe were also dragged to such a disheveled state by He Zhiqiu?"

"This He Zhiqiu is not just ruthless to beauties, but an utter destroyer, targeting only exceptionally talented geniuses for ruin!"

"Isn’t this very similar to Ruo Mei? Those who spar with Ruo Mei end up tragically disheveled as well!"

"Holy shit, it truly is!"

With a flurry of discussion around, the low-key Ruo Mei was inexplicably grouped with He Zhiqiu as destroyers.

Qin Gengyun walked to the sidelines, greeted by Liu Su’s teasing smile:

"Brother, you’re too awful, you don’t give people any face!"

Qin Gengyun tapped her on the head: "I spar with consideration, but opponents show no mercy to me."

Liu Su glanced over at Ruo Mei’s direction with a giggle: "Brother, I also think that Ruo Mei is similar to you, neither giving any quarter in a fight, though you’re playing dumb and she’s playing cute."

At this moment, Ruo Mei was looking over at Qin Gengyun and quickly shifted her gaze when caught by Liu Su, who exclaimed excitedly:

"See, see, I told you, Ruo Mei is interested in you too, after all, only a freak attracts another freak."

"If your wife comes back to find you’ve got another girl interested, wonder what she’ll think, haha!"

Qin Gengyun did not speak, only quietly watching Ruo Mei.

Liu Su waved her hand before his eyes: "Hey, hey, brother, your wife has just been away for a few days, don’t tell me you’ve truly developed feelings for another woman?"

At this moment, the array on the high platform activated again, four names rotated rapidly, leaving only two—

Lan Yin, Wu Yiren.

"Wow!"

"It’s actually them?"

"Obviously, Lan Yin will surely yield to the Princess; does he still want to be the Prince Consort?"

"Hahaha, is sponging such a pleasant experience?"

The male disciples laughed, despite Mo Xiaolan proving yesterday through skill she wasn’t a leech.

But those envious of his winning the Princess wouldn’t care, they mocked regardless.

"Brother Lan, let’s go."

Wu Yiren affectionately took Mo Xiaolan’s hand, drawing a wave of boos from the crowd.

In broad daylight, you two openly holding hands, isn’t this shameless? No public decency?

The male disciples had jealousy in their eyes, while the female disciples’ mouths were filled with tears of envy.

This drama is so sweet!

Mo Xiaolan felt a bit helpless, glancing back at Qin Gengyun and Liu Su, who waved her little fist at him.

Sister Three, go on, you can’t reveal your cover!

In the arena, Mo Xiaolan released Wu Yiren’s hand and cupped hers towards her:

"Junior Sister Wu, although you and I are... are friends, this Outer Sect competition is no joke. I hope you give it your all."

Wu Yiren smiled charmingly: "Alright, Senior Brother Lan, let’s have a good match; if you can’t beat me, I won’t tell Father to make you a Prince Consort."

Ugh!

A round of boos rose again.

Well well, this stench of jealousy, are you really fighting or feeding the gossip?

Mo Xiaolan felt a bit helpless but couldn’t blow her cover, so she smiled and said: "In that case, be careful, Junior Sister Wu."

Wu Yiren’s beautiful eyes gleamed, also smiling: "You too, Senior Brother Lan."

The two each drew their long swords, Wu Yiren dressed in a cloud-embroidered white dress, adorned with a pearl flower and jade hairpin, her hair cascading like a waterfall, gripped the sword hilt with slender jade hands, with a gentle smile in her eyes.

Even if she weren’t a princess, such appearance and temperament would captivate countless young talents.

The surrounding male disciples were stunned.

"She’s truly beautiful."

Amidst sighs, Wu Yiren gave a delicate shout, twisting her slender waist, slashing out with her long sword, and a white dragon flew from the sword tip, rushing towards Mo Xiaolan!

Liu Su was taken aback: "This Princess has quite the talent!"

Last time, Wu Yiren battled Mo Xiaolan using the Western Emperor Palace’s Golden Dragon Technique.

This time, she merged the Golden Dragon Technique into the Supreme As-Heart Sword, where the golden dragon transformed into a white dragon, which was still powerful, yet more lively and swift.

It is said that the Seventh Princess of the West Imperial Dynasty has astonishing cultivation talent, evidently true.

But Wu Yiren, raised under a greenhouse, despite her strong cultivation, has never truly fought for her life, hence her techniques appear naive.

Like now, she executed a grand move immediately without even reserving any backup.

Mo Xiaolan had long analyzed her movements, blinked out in a flash, easily dodging the white dragon’s attack.

Wu Yiren grew competitive, swung her sword, the white dragon turned its body, aiming for mid-air where Mo Xiaolan’s figure appeared.

"Brother Lan, got you!"

Wu Yiren’s face showed a triumphant smile; after all, being a princess, she’d never lost in life, even face to her beloved she still wished to win.

However, Mo Xiaolan’s form vanished again, the white dragon chomped down but met empty air.

The next moment, Mo Xiaolan materialized behind Wu Yiren, flicking her sword’s tip, causing flower-like sword Qi to drift out.

Wu Yiren was startled, fled in panic: "You’re doing this again!"

She lost to Mo Xiaolan in the same manner last time, as her opponent always avoided direct conflict, often attacking from irritating angles, leaving her flustered.

Wu Yiren barely dodged a wave of sword Qi, only for another to fly toward her chest, leaving her blushing:

"Brother Lan, you’re so annoying!"

The surrounding disciples couldn’t bear it anymore.

Good grief, can you two fight properly?

Using sultry punches and flirtatious kicks publicly like this?

Mo Xiaolan hesitated, also feeling awkward.

Being female, she found no issue attacking Wu Yiren’s chest, merely deemed it the most suitable angle.

Seeing now, Wu Yiren misunderstood this move as flirtation amid battle.

Sigh, posing as a man is challenging.

Mo Xiaolan could only reluctantly shift the sword Qi initially aimed at Wu Yiren’s chest toward her back.

This change of move equally unexpected, Wu Yiren awkwardly blocked it, grumbling to Mo Xiaolan:

"Brother Lan, you’re bullying me again!"

This tone, where’s the solemnity of cultivators in magical combat, sounding more like flirtatious banter.

Mo Xiaolan helplessly said: "Junior Sister Wu, fighting this way won’t defeat me."

Wu Yiren’s eyes twinkled, suddenly beaming: "Brother Lan, don’t get too cocky; take another look at me."

As those words ended, Wu Yiren suddenly shouted gracefully, unleashing a wave of powerful spiritual energy.

The surrounding spiritual power pressure surged out, halting the breath of Outer Sect disciples.

"Golden Core!"

"She actually broke through to Golden Core during the battle!"