Wen Rushui is back with another preview.

Hearing the words "betting agreement," Ning Xiuchi panicked.

His mind had been in a daze, but now that he had regained his senses, he felt as if something important was slipping away from him.

More importantly, the Senior Sister he liked was looking at him with eyes full of disgust.

Previously, all he thought about was how high-spirited he would be standing on this stage.

Admired by everyone.

Wherever he went, people would call him the Immortal of Poetry.

His Senior Sister would also throw herself into his arms.

Countless women would see him as their dream lover.

But all of that had become a fantasy.

If it weren't for Chu Xinghe,

none of this would have happened.

Thinking of this, endless killing intent surged from the bottom of his heart.

But he couldn't show it.

The betting agreement was still there.

Ning Xiuchi looked at the contract on the table, feeling it was such an eyesore.

How high-spirited he was when he took it out earlier,

was how pathetic he was now.

“Ning Xiuchi, it's time to fulfill the betting agreement, isn't it?”

Ning Xiuchi's gaze flickered, and he stammered.

Seeing Ning Xiuchi's behavior, the onlookers began to shout.

“Hurry up and fulfill it.”

“Exactly, what are you dawdling for? You specifically brought out the contract before the match, so why hesitate now?”

“Are you a man or not? If not, I'll be even more excited.”

“Damn you, you made me lose so much money, we definitely can't let him off.”

“Still not fulfilling it? What are you waiting for? Waiting for someone to save you?”

The surrounding insults and sarcasm were like sharp blades stabbing into his heart.

Ning Xiuchi didn't know what to do.

Subconsciously, he looked toward his Senior Sister, Xingxi.

Xingxi's brow furrowed.

Especially the matter of plagiarism made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

This was the first time she had ever felt favorable toward a boy.

Who could have thought it would be such a blow to the head.

However, thinking of their shared sect bond,

her mind subconsciously told her to defend Ning Xiuchi a little.

Plus, Ning Xiuchi had helped her before.

That bit of hesitation vanished.

“Young Master Chu, when it is possible to let someone off, one should do so. It is better to resolve an enmity than to settle it. Can you let Junior Brother off this once?”

Xingxi took the initiative to stand up and speak for Ning Xiuchi.

Chu Xinghe gave a mocking laugh.

“Heh.”

“First, there was Xu Sanwei's matter where your Junior Brother intervened. Now, because of his problem, you've intervened again. Do you think I'm easy to bully?”

“What 'better to resolve an enmity than to settle it'? Today, he clearly brought out the betting contract just to use me to show off. Can't you see that?”

“If I were the one who lost today, do you think he would let me off?”

Ning Xiuchi hurriedly spoke up.

“I would. The betting agreement was originally just a joke.”

Chu Xinghe shook his head.

“You are a petty person who plagiarized poems others worked hard to write, yet you had the gall to say it was your first time writing. There isn't a single word of truth in your mouth.”

“No, it's not like that, I just...”

Chu Xinghe reached out to interrupt Ning Xiuchi.

“No need to say more. Quickly fulfill the betting agreement. A real man keeps his word; don't let others look down on you.”

Chu Xinghe had no interest in wasting words with Ning Xiuchi.

Who knew if any other accidents would occur.

In the private box, Wen Rushui's eyes were thoughtful as she watched this scene, her thoughts unknown.

In another box, Zhongli Qingmeng looked at Ning Xiuchi with killing intent in her eyes.

Mo Ru returned to the box and calmly watched the farce below.

“Mo Ru, Ning Xiuchi is still the Saint of our Qinglu Academy, and Xingxi is the Saintess. This person is showing so little Face; it's like he's not giving Face to Qinglu Academy...”

Before the sentence was finished, Mo Ru shook his head.

“I won't interfere.”

With that one sentence, the two people behind him looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.

Ning Xiuchi's actions were exactly what Mo Ru detested most.

They also hadn't expected that Ning Xiuchi had plagiarized and been caught red-handed.

Chu Xinghe's eyes narrowed.

He looked at the hesitating Ning Xiuchi.

“The betting agreement states that the loser must kneel and kowtow three times, and cripple their own cultivation and both hands.”

“And agree to three conditions from the winner. It's written in black and white with your name on it. Are you planning to go back on your word?”

“I, I...”

Xingxi also hadn't expected Chu Xinghe to give her no Face at all.

Looking at the troubled Ning Xiuchi,

she could only speak up again.

She didn't know what was wrong with this Junior Brother.

Usually, his sweet talk was quite impressive, but now he was like a mute, only capable of saying 'I, I...'.

If one didn't know better, they'd think a chicken coop had collapsed on him, leaving him only able to cluck 'I, I...'.

“Young Master, could you give Qinglu Academy some Face? If you let my Junior Brother off this once, I can agree to three conditions from you.”

Xingxi said slowly.

Many onlookers were surprised upon hearing this.

Xingxi was a talented woman who rarely showed favor to any man.

Three conditions.

Chu Xinghe looked at Xingxi, narrowing his eyes as he sized her up.

“Any conditions?”

Xingxi felt a bit uncomfortable but could only brace herself.

“Any conditions.”

Ning Xiuchi froze in place, looking at Xingxi at a loss.

He hadn't expected his Senior Sister to do this for him.

Chu Xinghe, if you dare do anything to Senior Sister, I will definitely kill you.

After sensing the killing intent, the corners of Chu Xinghe's mouth curled up.

After many people around sensed the killing intent,

their gazes toward Ning Xiuchi became even more disdainful.

“Why should I agree to your proposal?”

Xingxi raised her head and looked at Chu Xinghe in disbelief.

“I don't know where you get the confidence that I would agree to you. Is it your looks, your strength, or perhaps your talent?”

“This is the world of Cultivation. Do I still need to teach you how it works?”

Xingxi's Face turned pale, and she stood there at a loss.

She hadn't expected Chu Xinghe to refuse so bluntly.

Coming back to her senses, she looked at the killing intent Ning Xiuchi was emitting.

She sighed in her heart; at least this Junior Brother wasn't completely beyond saving.

“How about this Young Master gives me some Face and lets this person off once?”

Just then, a voice came from the stairs.

Many people looked over.

The newcomer wore no makeup and was dressed in a matte white immortal gown. Her features were exquisite, her nose bridge high, and her eyes seemed to contain a galaxy.

Her voice was like flowing water, soothing the heart.

Looking at the person who appeared, many people were stunned.

“Isn't that Wen Rushui, the Holy Lord of Tianyan Holy Land? Why is she here?”

“When the Saint of Tianyan Holy Land was hounded to death, she didn't show up. Now she's speaking up for an outsider. How interesting.”

“The Saint of Tianyan Holy Land was also named Chu Xinghe, and this person is also named Chu Xinghe. Could there be some other gossip involved?”

“Could this Chu Xinghe be that Chu Xinghe?”

“Keep it down. Wen Rushui's strength is not simple; even Mount Sumeru has bowed its head to her. Everyone knows Tianyan Holy Land is still the leader of Qingzhou.”

“Even if the other two Holy Lands knew, they wouldn't dare say much. Who would have thought that Tianyan Holy Land is still that same Tianyan Holy Land.”

Wen Rushui walked onto the stage and calmly met Chu Xinghe's gaze.

Chu Xinghe suppressed the surprise in his heart.

He hadn't expected that Wen Rushui would actually appear.