162: The Olympics? The Pro League.

My beloved has returned.

Chu Mengxuan, like a swallow returning to its nest, threw herself into Qin Yang's arms.

Logically, having Cultivated martial arts since childhood, she shouldn't be a love-struck fool.

But her brain capacity was indeed a bit small.

Once Qin Yang entered, there was no room for anything else.

Qin Yang embraced a fragrant warmth, and his mood was also quite good.

Chu Mengxuan's 'husband' was called out much more sincerely than the 'Young Master' from Neptune Palace.

"Why did you leave without a word!"

"I had some special missions that required me to conceal my whereabouts."

"Oh, oh..."

Chu Mengxuan buried her head in Qin Yang's chest,

as if savoring a scent she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Qin Yang didn't like being overly affectionate, but he didn't push her away either.

After all, she was his childhood sweetheart, formally wed, and different from the others outside.

Moreover, this little girl's body was flexible and quite comfortable to hold.

After a while of intimacy,

Qin Yang asked the beauty in his arms: "Looking at your Qi, it seems you haven't yet achieved a Rank 30 Breakthrough."

"Yes, upgrading is very dangerous right now."

Chu Mengxuan nodded: "And recently, all my energy has been focused on sensing the Dragon Soul. If I can advance to Dragon Fist Master earlier, my strength will increase faster than by upgrading."

"You can wait for me to return to advance to Dragon Fist Master," Qin Yang said.

"Wait for you to return?"

Chu Mengxuan looked puzzled, completely unaware that whether she could become a Dragon Fist Master depended on Qin Yang.

Qin Yang didn't explain, but picked up his petite wife by her waist and walked into the room.

"Hey, hey, hey! I was just practicing my punches, I'm all sweaty!" Chu Mengxuan exclaimed in a panic.

Qin Yang's lips curved upwards: "Is that so? I'm even more excited."

...A short separation makes the heart grow fonder.

From the entrance to the sofa, from the round bed to the bathroom.

Their 'duel' was more intense than ever before.

After the battle ended,

Qin Yang called for two cat-girl maids,

who began massaging his shoulders and arms, one on each side.

For the past half month, Qin Yang had been traveling extensively.

Either on the road or fighting monsters.

Although he had a dragon carriage, he wasn't too tired.

However, a lot of psychological fatigue had accumulated.

Returning to his usual life now was a complete relaxation for his mind and body.

Chu Mengxuan didn't pay attention to the two cat-girl maids.

She just caressed her flat stomach and said: "Husband, I feel the Dragon Soul has solidified a lot more! It seems I didn't even specifically try to comprehend it. Am I a Genius?"

"Yes, child."

Qin Yang subtly raised his eyes, the bathroom was steaming.

He thought to himself that this girl was really too oblivious.

She still hadn't realized that the Dragon Soul was connected to him.

Never mind, let her be a bit silly, being silly is quite cute.

Chu Mengxuan was still talking to herself: "If I can advance to Dragon Fist Master before the S-Rank competition, that would be great! Maybe I can even get a ranking back."

"What S-Rank competition?"

Qin Yang's eyes slightly opened.

"The Global Professionals League, Husband, you can participate too," Chu Mengxuan said.

"Oh."

Qin Yang let out an 'oh', then waved his hand to turn on the display in the bathroom and began to check the league information.

After reading it, he shook his head and said: "You can participate, but I'm not interested."

The Professionals League was a multi-national organized event.

Held once every four years, it was restricted to Professionals under 40 years old.

Its scale was similar to the Olympic Games on Earth,

and it was considered a grand spectacle in this world.

Participation was primarily through local selections, then progressively recommended upwards.

With Qin Yang's abilities, he was certainly qualified to compete, but he had no interest at all.

Human-organized events were just a business.

Firstly, the rewards would never be anything truly good.

Usually, they were just some non-strategic rare Materials, a decent amount of prize money, plus symbolic medals and trophies.

The true value of the competition lay in the traffic economy.

Through the global exposure of the event,

influential families could increase their influence.

Guild forces could attract sponsorships from various enterprises.

Individual Professionals with dreams could also make a name for themselves overnight.

In short, there were indeed benefits.

But they did not meet Qin Yang's standards for participation.

Chu Mengxuan needed to train, so her participation was fine.

She was the daughter-in-law of the Qin Family, and it was good for her to gain fame for the Dragon Pavilion Guild.

Moreover,

through the public information of this grand competition, Qin Yang learned that the finals of this league would be held in White Saint City, the city where the Holy Light Pope resided.

"I can take the opportunity to investigate White Saint City."

"It's just... Chu Mengxuan needs to make it to the finals first."

Qin Yang thought to himself.

Chu Mengxuan was still a bit weak.

From the Summoning Battlefield until now, Qin Yang had gained 42 Ranks.

This girl, Chu Mengxuan, had only barely gained one Rank.

Her excess experience from Rank 30 wasn't even enough to Breakthrough to the Elite stage of Rank 31.

Could she really bring fame to the Dragon Pavilion Guild?

Or would she become famous in the opposite way?

At this moment, Chu Mengxuan said: "The competition is still a month away. Master suggested I put my Rank aside for now and first advance to Dragon Fist Master."

"Actually, you can have both."

Qin Yang shook his head.

He understood Xu Nantian's meaning.

Upgrading required combat.

Xu Nantian was worried that Chu Mengxuan might get injured while upgrading and miss this competition.

But with Qin Yang around, there was no need to worry about injuries.

One must know, he had once pulled Chu Mengxuan back from the brink of death.

"I'm free during this time; I can accompany you to Cultivate your Rank."

Qin Yang said to Chu Mengxuan.

If Chu Mengxuan could achieve a ranking in the league,

it would be extremely beneficial for the Qin Family's business and development.

Of course, Qin Yang participating himself could achieve the same effect.

It's just that he had more important things to do, so he didn't plan on 'fishing' (easily winning).

"Great!"

Hearing that Qin Yang would accompany her to upgrade, Chu Mengxuan was naturally delighted, but soon she looked puzzled and said: "But you are already Rank 45, you probably won't get any experience by bringing me along, right?"

Qin Yang shook his head: "I'm Rank 60."

"Huh?"

Chu Mengxuan was stunned, not quite believing her ears.

It had only been a little over half a month since he went to Lizhou, and he had already gained 15 Ranks?

How was that possible?

Chu Mengxuan wasn't questioning Qin Yang's ability.

It was just that her preconceived notions made it hard for her to accept it at once.

Qin Yang didn't explain, saying: "I have healing skills that can support you. You can try to choose high-difficulty Secret Realms. Breaking through to Rank 31 within a month is actually very easy. As for advancing to Dragon Fist Master, just leave it to me."

Chu Mengxuan was still immersed in shock, completely failing to grasp what advancing to Dragon Fist Master had to do with Qin Yang.

And at this moment, Qin Yang also thought of a question.

He asked: "I remember this league is a team-based system. Who do you plan to team up with?"

The bewildered Chu Mengxuan paused for a few seconds before answering: "I plan to team up with Ye Qiuning. I heard she's already Rank 33! She's incredibly strong!"

"Oh, the Sword Immortal."

Qin Yang suddenly understood.

Gaining three Ranks in two months, that efficiency was already very fast.

As expected of someone who became Lin Xiaoer's disciple, her future was bright.

At this moment, Chu Mengxuan added: "The competition is a 3-person team. I also contacted Lin Mo, but she has to represent a Guild to participate. Now we're still missing one teammate."

"Still missing one?"

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, he remembered someone and smiled: "I do have a recommendation, an Epic-Rank Professional, Rank 30."

"An Epic-Rank Professional! That amazing!?"

Chu Mengxuan exclaimed in surprise.

But soon, she looked a little dejected: "Qiu Ning is Rank 33, and now there's another Epic-Rank one, so I'll be the worst one on the team."

Qin Yang stroked Chu Mengxuan's little head and said: "That's why you need to seize the time..."

"Let's continue to Cultivate the Dragon Soul and strive to advance to Dragon Fist Master before the competition."

"Okay! It's still early, I'll work hard too."

Chu Mengxuan nodded seriously, still thinking it was a proper Cultivation.

Qin Yang, however, said to the two cat-girl maids.

"You two may leave."

"Yes, Young Master."

The cat-girl maids immediately understood, stood up, and left the bathroom.

Qin Yang then pulled his utterly bewildered petite wife into his arms, splashing a wave of water...