A bet?
Her voice trembled, like a wounded kitten. “There was another person there, and he was staring at me lecherously. I was a little scared.”
Watching Liu Meier's miserable, pitiful appearance, Chen Yuan's soft heart was fiercely pricked.
Liu Meier had never studied charm techniques, but it was clear that her allure was completely natural.
“Who was it?” Chen Yuan's voice was icy cold.
His woman! Whoever dared to covet or blaspheme her, he would break their limbs, subject their Soul to a hundred generations of torment, and ensure they could never reincarnate.
“It was Senior Brother Mo Wu, who ranks fifteenth on the Heavenly Ranking,” Liu Meier said softly, raising her head in Chen Yuan's arms and looking at him with her beautiful, limpid eyes.
“Mo Wu!” Chen Yuan chewed on the name, having already thought of a hundred ways to get him expelled from the Sect or die an unnatural death.
“Don't worry, Sister Mei'er. I will deal with this person.”
“Thank you, Little Master.”
“Why thank me? Didn't I say that you are my woman now?”
“Yes.”
“From now on, when you see Baixi, you must call her Eldest Sister. You should call Linger Second Sister first, and Lin Xuexian Third Sister, understand?”
“Mhm!” Liu Meier nodded hard, then asked, “Does that make me Little Fourth?”
“Wrong, you are Little Fifth,” Chen Yuan shook his head, revealing a sly smile.
“Ah! Then who is the other sister?” Liu Meier blinked her large eyes, looking curious.
“When that sister appears, Linger can only move down the ranks.”
“Who is it?”
Chen Yuan beckoned, signaling her to lean closer.
Liu Meier obediently brought her ear closer, only to hear Chen Yuan drop a bombshell: “My Revered Master, Leng Youmeng!”
“Ah!” Liu Meier immediately widened her eyes in shock and cried out.
Chen Yuan quickly covered her mouth and made a “shush” gesture. “Shh, this is a secret. I only told you.”
“But... but,” Liu Meier looked anxious, tears welling up in her eyes.
Leng Youmeng was her savior, her previous owner, and the lofty Peak Revered Master of a peak in the Xuantian Sect, an Integration Supreme.
How could she possibly be worthy of becoming sisters with her?
“Don't worry. Revered Master and I are still in a secret relationship. You can continue calling her Peak Revered Master Leng for now.”
“Little Master, are you really... with Peak Revered Master Leng?” Liu Meier was somewhat incredulous.
“Of course. Revered Master has a mole on her left buttock...” Before Chen Yuan could finish speaking, Liu Meier used her small hand to cover his mouth.
Her face flushed crimson. She had previously been Leng Youmeng's maid, often bathing her and tempering her body with Spirit Medicine. How could she not know the location of that mole?
It seemed the Little Master was truly with Peak Revered Master Leng.
Heavens! Revered Master and Disciple... Thinking of this, Liu Meier immediately cut off her thoughts, not daring to dwell on such a breach of ethical norms.
“You don't need to look down on yourself, either. In a couple of days, your Inner Sect Disciple status will be official. By the way, Revered Master personally approved it! Revered Master also acknowledged your status as her younger sister!”
The more Chen Yuan spoke, the redder Liu Meier's delicate face became, the redness even tinged with white. She was likely experiencing internal shock and delight, happy yet unsure how to face her suddenly changed status.
She buried her cheek deep into Chen Yuan's sturdy chest and nodded forcefully, the comforting scent of his Qi surrounding her nose.
“Three days from now, at the Dao Discussion Peak Martial Arts Arena, you will come with me.”
Chen Yuan continued, a cold light flashing in his eyes. “I want to see how that Mo Wu dares to look at you so lecherously.
When the time comes, I will make him understand that even entertaining certain thoughts will lead to eternal damnation.”
Liu Meier looked up, a trace of worry in her beautiful eyes: “Little Master, Mo Wu is, after all, fifteenth on the Heavenly Ranking, and in the Late Stage Soul Transformation...”
“He's just a worthless chicken and dog,” Chen Yuan interrupted her. “Perfect. I'll deal with him along with the others, saving trouble later.”
He already had a plan in mind.
He was going to fight Luo Feng, and he would also crush Mo Wu, that irritating pest, while he was at it.
The night passed silently, and three days flew by in the blink of an eye.
The area around the Dao Discussion Peak Martial Arts Arena was already packed with people.
Inner Sect Disciples, Personal Disciples, and even some Elders who had nothing better to do came to watch the match.
An Early Soul Transformation Stage challenging a Nascent Soul Perfection Stage who ranked twelfth on the Heavenly Ranking—such a disparity in confrontation was rare within the Xuantian Sect.
Leng Youmeng and several other Peak Revered Masters descended into the Void Realm, looking down at the crowd of Disciples below.
At this moment, Elder Yuan Zhougang of Yuanqing Peak snorted coldly. “This Chen Yuan kid is getting more and more arrogant! He actually dares to challenge Luo Feng, who is at Nascent Soul Perfection Stage.”
Hearing this, Leng Youmeng immediately frowned and said coldly, “Must my Disciple's actions be explained to Peak Revered Master Yuan?”
At this point, Sect Master Song Yuanji directly interjected, “Enough, both of you say less. Whether Chen Yuan is arrogant or not will be clear soon enough.”
Below, everyone was discussing animatedly, their gaze mostly focused on Luo Feng, who stood with his hands behind his back on one side of the Martial Arts Arena, looking relaxed and even a bit languid.
Regarding Chen Yuan, who had not yet arrived, most people looked at him with curiosity or with the mockery of those waiting to see a joke.
Beside Luo Feng, Mo Wu, Gang Quan, Wuya Xuening, and others were prominently present.
Su Muyun was still wearing a moon-white Daoist robe, standing quietly to the side, her cool gaze calm and unwavering, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
Just then, the crowd suddenly stirred.
Chen Yuan, dressed in a green robe, was seen walking slowly and unhurriedly.
His aura was restrained, but what was more eye-catching was that he hadn't come alone.
Ye Baixi and Shen Ling accompanied him on his left and right, while Liu Meier followed obediently half a step behind him.
The appearance of the four instantly drew the attention of the entire audience.
Especially the unparalleled beauty of the three women, each unique in her charm, left many Disciples dazzled and mesmerized.
Mo Wu's eyes immediately went wide, fixed intently on Liu Meier's charming and moving face and her graceful figure. His Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed.
Chen Yuan seemed oblivious to the complex gazes around him, walking straight to the other side of the Martial Arts Arena, facing Luo Feng from afar.
“Junior Brother Chen, you are quite punctual.”
Luo Feng was the first to speak, his tone carrying the casual appraisal of a Senior. “Bringing so many confidantes to watch the battle? Are you afraid that when you lose later, no one will comfort you?”
The sarcasm in his words was undisguised, prompting Gang Quan, Mo Wu, and the others beside him to break into low laughter.
Chen Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly:
“Senior Brother Luo worries too much. I brought them here to let them see how certain arrogant individuals are ruthlessly trampled underfoot.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue was shocked!
No one expected Chen Yuan to dare to be so confrontational and sharp-tongued when facing Luo Feng!
The languor on Luo Feng's face instantly vanished, and his eyes sharpened. “Sharp tongue! I hope your strength matches your arrogance!”
Luo Feng suddenly thought of something and asked, “Oh, right. Before the match, I'd like to make a bet with you.”
“What bet?” Chen Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, a look of interest in his eyes.
Free money?