141: Chapter 141 I'm a Taoist Priest (feet massage), I've long since become indifferent to the difference between men and women.

When Mia left the arena, the wound on her shoulder had completely healed.

Xiao Tang quickly brought her water and gauze; seeing that Mia had already healed, he was a little surprised but accepted it without much fuss.

Her white dress with shoulder straps had been turned into an "off-the-shoulder" style by Jia Zhengliang using his Flying Immortal-Slaying Daggers.

Mia felt a bit helpless about it.

She turned her head to look at the big screen of the adjacent arena and froze for a moment.

On the screen, the pink-haired girl, Lu Linglong, was passionately declaring to Zhang Lingyu, "Perfected Master Nie Jiao—uh, no, Perfected Master Lingyu, I have always hoped to spar with you!"

"I hope you won't go easy on me just because I'm a girl!"

"I should be just as diligent in my cultivation as you are."

"What the meow, 'Perfected Master Nie Jiao'?!" A stampede of a thousand little monsters ran across the vast grasslands in Zhang Lingyu's heart.

The audience at the arena joined in the teasing, "Perfected Master Nie Jiao! Perfected Master Nie Jiao! Lingyu is the best!"

The veins on Zhang Lingyu's forehead were about to twist into a knot; he suppressed his anger and replied to Lu Linglong, "Miss Lu, I am a Daoist (Perfected Master Nie Jiao), I have long since seen through the differences between men and women... (Xia He took the first blood, and it was Mia's feet that were massaged. Think about it, think about it carefully.)"

"Since Miss Lu is sincerely asking for guidance, I will give it my all!"

"Ha! That's good!"

Five seconds into the match, a bolt of black thunder rose on the field, and then, another one was fried...

When Lu Linglong was carried off, she was already streaming with tears; the little girl had been electrocuted into a daze by the [Yin Five Thunders]...

Lu Jin was completely losing it, "Zhang Lingyu is a junior, so I can't rough him up, but Zhang Zhiwei! You stop right there! Let's see if I don't beat you up today!!"

Mia rubbed her brow, feeling a bit helpless, "How could he do that to such a cute pink-haired girl? This Perfected Master Nie Jiao really is... so unromantic!"

After those two matches, the subsequent ones were also spectacular.

Xiao Xiao's [Shong Qi] had already shown its edge in the preliminaries, and his opponent was Huang Ming from the Quanzhen Longmen sect.

Huang Ming had already taken over a dozen [Shong Qi] blasts from Xiao Xiao, and both young men were starting to get genuinely fired up.

Stancing firmly and concentrating his spirit, he said to Xiao Xiao, "You don't need to blow this time. I'll separate my soul myself."

The Quanzhen ultimate technique—[Yang Spirit Projection]!

Xiao Tang at the sidelines was drooling as he watched; he turned his head to look at Liang Wuer, "If we knew how to do this, wouldn't we have an alibi for everything?"

Liang Wuer looked at Xiao Tang with disdain, "Kan'er, back when we fought the Japanese invaders, our Tang Clan didn't do assassinations—we did open kills! First Master almost didn't make it back because of that."

"Uh, but isn't this a society ruled by law now?" Xiao Tang's retort was barely audible.

The situation on the field changed rapidly; Xiao Xiao's [Shong Qi] failed to hit Huang Ming several times, and he even passed right through him once.

In his soul state, Huang Ming's speed completely overwhelmed Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao curled up on the ground in pain, struggling to breathe, with a sensation of his body being torn apart.

Liu Xingyang, who was wearing sunglasses and watching from the sidelines, looked a bit displeased.

The battle intensified; Xiao Xiao headed straight for Huang Ming's ownerless physical body, intending to defeat his opponent at the source, but Huang Ming continued to tangle with him, relying on his speed.

In the end, Huang Ming was tricked into taking a [Shong Qi] blast.

Xiao Xiao, who was muttering apologies and saying that Daoist Priest Huang would need a few days to reconsolidate his soul, was stunned to discover after the smoke cleared that it was Liu Xingyang who had blocked the attack for Huang Ming.

"Little friend, I'm sorry my foolish junior brother has caused you trouble." Daoist Priest Liu's beer belly nearly poked Xiao Xiao in the face.

He looked back—wait, wasn't Daoist Priest Liu standing on the sidelines?

"Uh, is the Yang Spirit this strong now? [Yang Spirit Projection] is already ridiculous enough, and he can even tank my [Shong Qi] head-on? This is completely unreasonable!" Xiao Xiao was too exhausted to even complain.

Daoist Priest Liu turned around and gave Huang Ming a series of slaps, leaving him teary-eyed.

"From the moment you used [Yang Spirit Projection], you lost. Go apologize, Huang Ming!"

"That kind of fighting technique that pierces through people's souls is extremely dangerous. How can you use it in a friendly spar? Go apologize and concede defeat immediately."

Unable to fight against the authority, Huang Ming's Yang Spirit returned to his body, and he honestly conceded the match to Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao exchanged a few polite words with the young Daoist Priest Huang; he was still immersed in his internal monologue, unable to pull himself out.

Regardless, he had won the match to advance from the round of 32 to 16.

As Xiao Xiao walked out of the arena, he was surrounded by the "Lu Family Troupe" and teased relentlessly.

"Green Talisman God" didn't come to compete, so Zhang Chulan won by default, gaining a large number of haters...

When Hu Jie entered the arena, he was somewhat delirious, so Bai Shixue, who was facing him, directly conceded.

Feng Shayan also encountered an unsatisfying victory where she had just started to enjoy herself, only for Zhi Jinhua to concede.

Daoist Priest Wang Ye's Taiji power taught Tie Maliu the lesson that being too rigid leads to breaking; it was the arena wall that took the beating.

The last match of the first day was Yun versus Sister Baoer; because of his belief against fighting women, and after failing to persuade her to surrender, he coolly chose to concede...

The eight matches of the first day ended just like that—spectacularly and without any major mishaps.

Uh, except for the two contestants who were "struck by lightning," everything was fine...

At night, Zhang Chulan learned from the phone he had previously exchanged with Lv Liang that most of the Quannxing members had already infiltrated the mountain.

He tossed and turned, eventually deciding not to tell everyone about this.

"Who said that a life like a bookkeeping ledger is the happiest?" Tuaner leaned against the branch of a large tree on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, a crystal-clear red lollipop made from Mia's blood in her mouth.

The sense of companionship was maxed out...

Ryan Nephalem was checking the growth of the [Blood Rose] used for tracking under the tree; he was the epitome of diligent and uncomplaining service.

"It's fine now, let's go. Let's go take care of Gong Qing. I don't like waiting for the 'hero to appear at the last minute' for everything. What if the hero gets stuck in traffic?"

Ryan Nephalem clenched his fists, starting to think about his designated Little Red Riding Hood... Gong Qing.

Longhu Mountain, the living room outside the Celestial Master's meditation room.

The Celestial Master's purple eye sockets and cheeks, swollen like steamed buns, made everyone want to look at him, but they dared not ask; they wanted to laugh, but had to hold it in desperately.

"If you want to laugh, go ahead. I was pondering a new cultivation technique during the day (while being chased and beaten by Lu Jin), ran into a bit of a snag (got caught and beaten), it's nothing serious (the beating was light)."

After he finished speaking, no one still dared to laugh.

Elder Tian, sitting in his wheelchair in the room, burst out laughing; he looked at Lu Jin, then at the Celestial Master, and then at the clueless Zhang Lingyu and the stretcher-bound Lu Linglong, laughing even more happily.

The "Lu Family Troupe" who had been called over beforehand, the company group including Xu San, Xu Si, Feng Baobao, and Zhang Chulan, plus Mia's party, were all waiting for Lu Jin, who had summoned them there, to speak.

"This is what we caught just now," Lu Jin had Lu Lin throw Hu Jie onto the ground; Hu Jie was drooling, looking even more delirious.

"He tried to ambush a lone contestant, but hit a steel plate. He ran into Deng Youfu, who had been eliminated by Miss Mia earlier."

At this point, Lu Jin cast a strange look at Mia.

"After Deng Youfu invited the Immortal to possess him, he claimed to be Liu Kunsheng from Changbai Mountain."

"His combat power went off the charts. After dealing with Hu Jie, I negotiated with him for quite a while before he agreed to hand this kid over to me, and he even set conditions for me..."

"Elder Lu, stop staring at me. Just tell me, what conditions did you agree to regarding me?"

Mia was speechless; seeing the hundred-year-old Lu Jin hesitating to speak, she really couldn't hold back her laughter...