45: Chapter 45 The Demon's Whisper

The first match of the opening ceremony is scheduled for tomorrow morning.

After drawing lots, Su Yi just wanted to go back and get some good sleep so he could face tomorrow's grueling battle in the best possible state of mind.

Gu Wanquan, however, was busy getting to know the other contestants who had drawn lots, as if he were already studying his opponents for the finals.

Dressed in white, with handsome features and a warm smile on his face, he was the picture of elegance.

It was easy to feel favorable towards him upon the first meeting.

Gu Wanquan moved among the many contestants, charming everyone he met, and managed to make quite a few acquaintances.

In the storyline, until the moment Gu Wanquan revealed his true form as a White Python, the Righteous Path could not believe that the leader they trusted was actually a wild demon!

This was because Gu Wanquan cherished his reputation so much that even his opponents would be convinced of their defeat after losing to him.

They would even consider Gu Wanquan their close friend!

This was why Gu Wanquan not only had immense popularity among players, but was also a white-robed Sword Immortal revered by thousands of NPCs!

In Gu Wanquan's eyes, these people would all eventually fall to him sooner or later; it was just a matter of time.

But to accumulate his popularity, besides his own strength, a good reputation would also be a great help to him!

No matter how pathetic their strength, as long as they were Disciples of the Luoxia Immortal Sect, Gu Wanquan would always be very considerate of their feelings.

He was truly a social butterfly!

Because of the vast disparity in strength, the Prodigies in the small courtyard were, to some extent, distant from Gu Wanquan.

The pride of being a Prodigy made them unwilling to admit they were inferior to Gu Wanquan.

Gu Wanquan naturally noticed this. He understood the estrangement from the others in the courtyard, but he had no intention of trying to build good relationships with them.

Because Gu Wanquan also knew that even if he lowered himself to curry favor with the others in the courtyard, their attitude towards him wouldn't change much.

During the Spiritual Root test, he already knew that the others in the courtyard were also individuals of exceptional talent.

Such people would not easily bow their heads to others; if they truly did, they wouldn't deserve to be called Prodigies!

True Prodigies have always been lone wolves; they don't need to curry favor.

Tigers always walk alone; only wild dogs travel in packs.

It's just a pity that he was the most dazzling star of them all!

Gu Wanquan, moving among the crowd, had his right hand, which had been loosely resting on his sword hilt, now gripping it tightly.

Despite the smile on his face, his knuckles were white.

Deep down, as a Prodigy, he also deeply resented this kind of socializing, yet he had to keep a smiling face and deal with the people around him!

Early the next morning, Gu Wanquan opened his eyes. After tidying up, he walked to the mirror, and a gentle smile instantly appeared on his previously expressionless face.

When Gu Wanquan pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, Su Yi had already prepared breakfast, and Yin Chaoge and the others were eating.

Su Yi looked at Gu Wanquan and said: "Senior Brother, the duels are today; you won't be able to perform at your best on an empty stomach!"

At Su Yi's warm invitation, Gu Wanquan sat down with the others in the courtyard.

Clearly, as soon as Gu Wanquan sat down, the atmosphere at the stone table became subtly awkward.

Knowing the reason, Gu Wanquan ate a couple of bites and prepared to get up and leave, but was stopped by Su Yi, who grabbed him with a smile.

Su Yi handed a bowl of rice porridge to Gu Wanquan, picked up a bowl for himself, and said to Gu Wanquan with a smile: "Senior Brother, you must go easy on us during the competition today!"

Gu Wanquan looked at those peach-blossom eyes in front of him, smiled, took the rice porridge, drank it in one gulp, and then left the courtyard on his own.

"Are we isolating Senior Brother Gu by doing this?" Xiao Tian asked, feeling a bit guilty as he watched Gu Wanquan leave alone.

No one answered. The usually shy Wen Daoyi glanced at the departing Gu Wanquan and said calmly: "Can't you tell who is isolating whom?"

Xiao Tian scratched his head, then said thoughtfully: "I don't know why, but ever since Senior Brother Gu attained Dao, I've always felt that he is terrifying!"

"Even though he smiles gently, he always gives people a cold feeling; he's more like a big block of ice than Senior Brother Yin!"

Ling Yao's words made Yin Chaoge, who was holding his bowl, pause for a moment before awkwardly continuing to drink.

Shi Buran lowered his eyes and said in a calm voice: "Although he wears a smile, his heart cannot lie; he has secrets!"

"Oh, Senior Brother can read hearts too!" Su Yi raised an eyebrow and whistled, teasing Shi Buran.

Shi Buran looked at Su Yi, and his breath hitched involuntarily. Su Yi had shed his usual black Taoist robes.

Today, Su Yi was wearing a white top paired with black culottes, which made him look full of youthful energy. Coupled with those wet, soulful peach-blossom eyes that looked affectionate even when staring at a dog, he was absolutely irresistible to both men and women.

Despite looking like a pure sixteen-year-old high school boy, he carried a reckless, rascally air. These two complex personalities were well highlighted by his white-and-black outfit.

This outfit was made by Wen Daoyi's own hands. Being able to have the future Great Love Immortal Lord sew clothes for him, Su Yi felt that this life was worth it!

When they arrived at the Outer Sect Martial Arts Arena, the spectator stands were already packed with people.

Cultivation life is very boring, and there were few entertainment activities to begin with.

The annual Outer Sect Competition not only attracted the attention of everyone in the Outer Sect, but even quite a few Inner Sect Disciples had rushed over to watch.

"Good luck, Su Yi, don't lose too ugly!"

"Brother Su, don't lose heart; the tides turn every thirty years!"

Ling Yao and Xiao Tian had already begun psychological counseling to help Su Yi face failure correctly.

Su Yi annoyed, knocked on Ling Yao's fluffy head, then looked at Xiao Tian, who was a head taller than him, and could only give him a light kick.

Yin Chaoge sat there haughtily, but his eyes were fixed on Gu Wanquan, who was standing on the sidelines. He had a premonition that this would be his lifelong opponent!

Looking at Wen Daoyi, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, Su Yi raised an eyebrow and said: "This outfit is quite nice; you're very skillful, Yiyi!"

Perhaps because of those peach-blossom eyes, whatever Su Yi said sounded like flirting.

Wen Daoyi's cold, delicate face instantly turned bright red, and she stammered, unable to speak.

Shi Buran, standing nearby, lowered his eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Thinking of the gossip about Shi Buran and Wen Daoyi, Su Yi couldn't help but feel a thrill.

Flirting with the pure young Buddha's 'white moonlight' to his face—how thrilling!

When Gu Wanquan, dressed in white, walked onto the Martial Arts Arena, it immediately drew a chorus of exclamations:

"Holy crap, this guy looks like he walked right out of a painting."

"Come on, Junior Brother Gu, you look so handsome today!"

"He looks like a very gentle person!"

...

Gu Wanquan, gentle as jade, stood there, drawing a wave of cheers.

Those who knew him were cheering, and those who didn't were asking about him.

Su Yi sighed at the charm of the 'protagonist of the version': "It seems Senior Brother's socializing yesterday was quite successful!"

Then he looked at the four people behind him and whispered: "I really want to win; can you help me?"

His low voice had a slight tremor, and paired with his slightly fluttering eyelashes, it made people feel pity and unable to refuse.

"Senior Brother, just say whatever you need!" Xiao Tian said, patting his chest.

Although the others didn't speak, they all nodded.

When everyone indicated that if there was anything they could help with, it would be absolutely no problem, Su Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

A familiar rascally smile appeared on his face as he walked quickly towards the Martial Arts Arena, mumbling:

"It's laxatives!"

Ling Yao and Xiao Tian, who had excellent hearing, froze in place, their previously worried expressions fixed.

But Su Yi's voice, like a devil's whisper, echoed in their ears:

"I put laxatives in today's breakfast!"