37: You have to look for the reason in yourself.

On the battle stage, light shone.

Wen Yan, in his pink long robe, was as flamboyant as ever.

He 'swish' opened his peach blossom fan, threw a flirtatious glance at the audience, eliciting screams from female Disciples and eye-rolls from male Disciples.

On the other side, Lin Fan slowly walked onto the stage. With each step he took, the stone slab beneath his feet seemed to be corroded by an invisible, chilling aura, leaving a faint black mark.

The black and red mist swirling around him was thicker than before, and in his eyes, there was nothing but resentment.

The clamor in the square eerily quieted the moment the two stepped onto the stage.

"Junior Brother Lin, how are you?"

Wen Yan fanned himself and spoke with a smile.

His peach blossom eyes scrutinized Lin Fan, clicking his tongue, "Junior Brother's demeanor is truly... eye-opening. I just wonder if using that power within you will shorten your lifespan?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire venue.

These words were truly malicious!

Lin Fan's pupils sharply contracted, his facial muscles twitched, and he let out a low growl: "Noisy!"

Before his voice faded, the ground beneath his feet exploded, and he, enveloped in a thick Devilish Qi, charged straight at Wen Yan!

His speed was far beyond that of an ordinary Soul Transformation Cultivator!

"Oh my, such a temper."

Wen Yan teased, but his feet showed no sign of panic.

He swayed, lightly retreating several feet, narrowly dodging Lin Fan's powerful blow.

Lin Fan's attack missed, and he counter-attacked with another claw strike.

Five dark claw marks sealed all of Wen Yan's escape routes.

"Junior Brother, fighting and killing is so uncivilized. If there's something bothering you, tell me, your Senior Brother."

Wen Yan spun around, his peach blossom fan weaving a blur of afterimages, skillfully deflecting the sharp claw marks and retreating once more.

While dodging, he still didn't stop talking.

"Is it because Fairy Su rejected you?"

"Alas, this matter, you have to find the reason within yourself. Look at you now, neither human nor ghost, which young lady wouldn't be afraid upon seeing you?"

"Shut up!" Lin Fan was driven to madness by anger, his attacks becoming even more ferocious.

Fist winds, claw shadows, and blades condensed from Devilish Qi rained down on Wen Yan like a storm.

On the high platform, Su Qinger looked at Lin Fan, who was on the battle stage, his face distorted and attacking frantically. Her hands, placed on her lap, unconsciously tightened.

It wasn't pity, nor was it reluctance, but a deep-seated sadness.

The young man who once ran all over the mountain to pick a wild flower for her was truly, never coming back.

She instinctively turned her head to look at Jiang Chen in the distance.

Jiang Chen was holding a teacup, looking leisurely, as if he were watching a good show.

Noticing her gaze, he turned his head, smiled slightly at her, and transmitted his voice: "You see, a mad dog bites without reason."

Su Qinger's heart inexplicably trembled.

She nodded gently, withdrew her gaze, and the ripples in her heart gradually subsided.

On the other side, Nangong Mingyue stood by the window, her cold gaze also fixed on the battle stage.

She watched Wen Yan's seemingly clumsy but actually effortless movement technique, and then looked at Lin Fan's wide-open, unorganized attacks, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

She didn't care about Lin Fan's life or death; she was only thinking about how she would deal with such an opponent with strange power and who was fearless of death.

Immediately, her gaze uncontrollably drifted towards the Saint's seat.

That man was tilting his head, transmitting something to Su Qinger, a gentle smile she had never seen before hanging on his lips.

Nangong Mingyue's hand, holding the teacup, paused slightly.

She told herself that it was nothing.

They were fiancés by pre-arranged marriage, a union of two major forces' interests. She shouldn't have, and never disdained to have, those girlish emotions.

But in her heart, a hint of sourness, which even she herself was surprised by, still arose.

The battle on the stage had entered a fierce phase.

Lin Fan, unable to achieve a breakthrough after a long assault, had long since run out of patience.

The Devilish Qi on him grew stronger and stronger, even vaguely condensing into a blurry phantom of a Demon God behind him.

"Wen Yan! Do you only know how to hide!" Lin Fan roared, his eyes blood-red.

"Junior Brother, you are mistaken."

Wen Yan performed a graceful backflip, dodged a beam of Devilish Qi, landed steadily, and was still smiling.

"I'm not hiding; it's the magic of love spinning around."

"I'm showing you with my actions that in life, you shouldn't always go down one Dao to the end; you need to know how to turn and adapt."

"Look at the Saint; he knows how to adapt very well. How aloof he used to be, and now he also knows how to accompany girls to watch the stars and the moon, chatting from poetry and prose to cultivation philosophy, doesn't he?"

"And look at you, all day long you only know how to fight and kill, shouting about fighting and killing. No wonder Fairy Su chose the Saint and not you. There are reasons for all of this!"

Wen Yan's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!!"

Lin Fan completely lost his mind. He let out a long howl to the sky, and the flesh on his body began to wriggle in a strange way. A terrifying aura, far exceeding before, erupted!

"Demon God Descend!"

The phantom of the Demon God behind him instantly solidified at this moment. The phantom raised its gigantic palm, carrying power enough to crush mountains, and slammed it down on Wen Yan!

This strike had already exceeded the scope of the Soul Transformation Realm, infinitely approaching the Mahayana Realm!

In the square, everyone was aghast.

Even Xiao Tiandu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on the enormous Demon God's palm.

On the high platform, someone's face darkened.

"Nonsense!"

He was about to intervene but was stopped by a glance from Jiang Shengtian.

Jiang Shengtian remained seated, merely putting down his teacup, watching with interest.

Seeing Wen Yan's performance, he knew that Wen Yan had not yet used his full strength.

Facing this world-destroying strike, the smile on Wen Yan's face finally disappeared.

He sighed, putting away his playful demeanor.

"Ah, I wanted to chat a bit longer."

The peach blossom fan in his hand had closed at some point. He held the fan in one hand and gently pointed it at the colossal Demon God's palm pressing down on him.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor dazzling brilliance.

It was just such an unremarkable point.

However, the next moment, a bizarre scene occurred.

The enormous Demon God's palm suddenly stopped three feet above Wen Yan's head.

Immediately after, countless fine pink threads appeared from nowhere, like a spider web, tightly entangling and binding the huge palm.

"Mortal World Thousand Silken Bind."

Wen Yan whispered.

Those pink threads suddenly tightened!

"Boom!"

The arrogant Demon God's colossal palm was actually crushed inch by inch by these seemingly delicate threads, finally transforming into a sky full of black Qi and dissipating without a trace.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.