167: Chapter 167 Confrontation

That was her nature; if she wanted to do something, she would take the initiative to do it.

She wouldn't just wait around like the other sisters for that stinky guy to 'torment' her.

Today, she was going to 'avenge' her sisters.

Thinking of this, a wicked smile appeared in her eyes.

Then, amidst Lin Yu's stunned expression, she tackled him onto the bed...

...

A new day arrived.

Sunlight streamed through the window, shining upon the pair of man and woman on the bed.

"Mm, Little Yu, stop it. I'm so tired. I want to sleep a little longer!"

A voice that would make anyone's bones melt came from the bed.

Hearing this, Lin Yu almost couldn't help but ready his spear and charge into battle again.

If it weren't for seeing how exhausted she was, he would have insisted on reasserting his husbandly authority no matter what.

This woman had played the queen all night, shouting about avenging her sisters; it was simply turning the natural order upside down.

However, the price was that she was completely wiped out.

A dignified Yuanshen Realm grand cultivator being exhausted by such things—if word got out, people would laugh their heads off.

Lin Yu leaned over and gently pecked those rosy lips, then got out of bed to put on his clothes.

Since An Ruosu had already expelled Luo Xingchen from the sect, he had no reason not to go.

The Thousand Mansion Competition was being held tomorrow, and he still needed to go register his information.

In the lobby on the first floor of the restaurant.

Lin Yu saw Nolan again.

She walked towards him with a smile on her face.

Today, she was dressed in a snow-white palace gauze dress, its tailored fit perfectly outlining her slender waist.

Compared to her attire last night, she appeared more easygoing and natural today.

"Oh? Nolan, these little pearls of yours look very nice. I didn't see you wearing them last night; they suit you very well!"

Lin Yu praised her without reservation.

For some reason, his gaze was drawn to the two small pearls on Nolan's neck.

"Really? Then would you like me to give you one to keep as a souvenir?"

Nolan's beautiful eyes brightened, and her brilliant smile added another layer of beauty to her.

"Forget it, they look better on you!"

Lin Yu shook his head.

"By the way, you're dressed so casually, are you not working today?"

"No, and I have to thank you for the gift. I don't work here anymore; from today on, I am a free woman!"

As she spoke, Nolan raised the ring on her finger.

"Mm, as long as you're happy. I'll be going first. Tomorrow is the Thousand Mansion Competition, so I'm heading back to Lingxiao Pavilion!"

Lin Yu didn't engage in too much small talk.

As long as Nolan was happy, that was enough.

Having said that, he exchanged a farewell and turned to leave.

To him, Nolan was just a passerby in his life whom he could get along with, a good friend!

"Rest assured, with them, I will always be happy!"

Watching Lin Yu's retreating figure, Nolan whispered, clutching the two pearls in her hand.

Afterward, she also left Wanmeng Restaurant.

It was time for her to start a new life.

...

Beside Lingxiao Divine Hall.

The three divine pillars still stood tall here.

However, there were far fewer people gathered around.

Tomorrow was the day of the Grand Competition, the novelty had worn off, the identity information had almost all been recorded, and those who wanted to test their combat strength had already done so.

Even if someone came occasionally, it was just disciples from some third or fourth-grade imperial sects coming to join in the fun.

When there were many people before, they were too embarrassed to test.

After all, there were still Fusion Realm cultivators among them, and their combat strength was not strong; in the eyes of true geniuses, they were just making up the numbers.

However.

Right in front of this seemingly empty divine hall, a shocking confrontation was about to unfold.

The two teams from the Nine Yang Sword Sect and the Hehuan Sect, like two surging torrents, gathered here in a grand manner.

On the Nine Yang Sword Sect's side, Sword Qingfeng led them personally, and all the elites among his disciples were out, their momentum like a rainbow.

Standing at the very front of the team was none other than Luo Xingchen.

He held a long sword, its blade flashing with a cold light, as if it had merged with him, emitting an aura that made people shudder.

Opposite them were the forces of the Hehuan Sect.

An Ruosu, that graceful and stunningly beautiful sect master, moved with light lotus steps as she approached slowly.

She was surrounded by a dozen core disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Standing right next to An Ruosu was Lin Yu.

At this moment, he looked as handsome as jade with a refined temperament, appearing just like a dashing young nobleman.

Both sides arrived almost one after the other, the interval so short that one couldn't help but marvel at the tacit understanding in their actions.

However, this tacit understanding was not friendly; instead, it was permeated with a strong scent of gunpowder.

The few onlookers present, relying on their keen intuition, instantly smelled the tense atmosphere permeating the air.

For a moment, people whispered to each other, discussing the situation.

Some even quickly spread this shocking news, afraid of missing out on a good show.

After all, the Thousand Mansion Competition was already a highly anticipated grand event.

Now that these two most noteworthy seventh-grade sects had mobilized their entire forces on the eve of the Grand Competition and struck a confrontational pose, how could it not make people's blood boil?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

A sound of clicking tongues came from within the Hehuan Sect.

An Ruosu crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the people opposite her with disdain, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile:

"I say, Old Man Sword, has your Nine Yang Sword Palace become so poor you can't even afford to put food on the table? You're actually picking up the trash I threw away and treating it like a treasure!"

Hearing this, the expression of Sword Qingfeng standing opposite turned instantly gloomy, but before he could retort, An Ruosu's crisp, nightingale-like, yet provocative voice rang out again:

"Oh, I almost forgot, your precious grandson seems to have been beaten half-paralyzed by my little disciple. It seems that besides picking up some trash to save face, you really have no other way! Hahaha..."

As An Ruosu's unbridled laughter echoed in the air, the people behind Sword Qingfeng were all gnashing their teeth in anger, their eyes wide with rage, wishing they could swallow An Ruosu alive.

However, they knew their own limited strength, so they could only suppress the anger in their hearts, glaring with wide eyes.

Especially Luo Xingchen.

He clenched his hands tightly, the veins on his hands bulging.

Before, An Ruosu had treated him like a treasure, but after just one day, he had turned directly into trash.

The drastic change in her attitude filled his eyes with rage.

And the culprit behind all this was the young man standing beside An Ruosu—Lin Fei.

Although it had nothing to do with Lin Yu, he loathed him just the same.

"Sect Master An, you had better not be too arrogant. If you lose in the Grand Competition tomorrow, I'll see if you can still be this happy!"

Sword Qingfeng didn't have the same unbridled boldness as An Ruosu, so he could only express his anger subtly.