Chapter 66 The Secret Showdown Between Murong Yunyun and Ye Qingwan

"Oh no!" Master Yao Ling noticed the killing intent in Saint Son Mo Beichuan's eyes and was about to use the Nether Profound Ice Flame.

Just at that critical moment, a cold, clear shout suddenly rang out.

"Stop right there!"

Before the words faded, Murong Yunyun had already moved in a flash, blocking the path in front of Ye Bufan.

Saint Son Mo Beichuan hurriedly forced himself to hold back his strength.

The backlash of spiritual power made his chest feel stifled.

He gritted his teeth, his face livid as he retracted his fist, and argued hurriedly:

"Yunyun, this person has a shifty look; one can tell at a glance that he is no good. I did this to..."

"Shut up!" Before Saint Son Mo Beichuan could finish, he was sharply interrupted by Murong Yunyun.

"I don't care who he is, but as the Holy Son of Qingxuan, your every word and action represents the reputation of our Holy Land. How can you casually try to kill a low-level Loose Cultivator in this public place?"

Murong Yunyun's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority of someone in a high position.

Saint Son Mo Beichuan was scolded in public; his cheek muscles twitched, yet he dared not even utter a sound.

Although the status of the Holy Son of Qingxuan and the Saintess of Qingxuan were equal, with no hierarchy between them, Murong Yunyun had the background of being the Holy Master's daughter, aside from her status as Saintess.

Murong Yunyun was destined to be the Saintess of Qingxuan, but the Holy Son of Qingxuan could be anyone.

Saint Son Mo Beichuan knew the stakes involved, so even though he had lost all face, he could only lower his head honestly and bow.

"The Saintess is right; I was indeed impulsive."

Murong Yunyun had no favorable impression of Ye Bufan either.

This person was dressed strangely, carried a weird smell, and his actions were inexplicably arrogant.

If not for maintaining the reputation and face of the Qingxuan Holy Land in the eyes of outsiders, she wouldn't have bothered with this troublesome matter.

However, her actions, taken out of consideration for the bigger picture, were completely misinterpreted in Ye Bufan's eyes.

"She risked her life to protect me just after meeting me. The Saintess of Qingxuan must be in love with me!"

Ye Bufan thought to himself, a surge of indescribable ecstasy rushing into his heart.

He raised his hand to take off his hood, vigorously shook his greasy bangs, revealed a smile that he thought carried three parts indifference, three parts mockery, and four parts nonchalance, and bowed to Murong Yunyun:

"Thank you for the rescue, Saintess of Qingxuan!"

"I don't know why, but I feel a sense of familiarity upon seeing you. Have we met somewhere..."

Before Ye Bufan could finish his cliché pickup line, Murong Yunyun had already walked towards the auction house, not wanting to pay any attention to him at all.

But in Ye Bufan's powerful self-delusional logic, this was just a woman's little game of playing hard to get.

"Heh, interesting."

"Woman, you have successfully caught my attention!"

Seeing Murong Yunyun about to step over the threshold, Ye Bufan took a deep breath and shouted again:

"Saintess of Qingxuan, I am a Personal Disciple of Misty Peak in the Primordial Holy Land, not some nameless Loose Cultivator!"

Hearing the words "Misty Peak in the Primordial Holy Land," Murong Yunyun paused and then slowly turned around.

Ye Bufan let out a long sigh of relief, clenched his fists, and thought to himself:

"I swear, this is the very, very last time I use my identity as a Holy Land Personal Disciple!"

Immediately after, a look of joy visibly appeared on Murong Yunyun's cold, icy face.

Even through her veil, one could feel the anticipation revealed in her eyes.

Seeing the other party walking towards him, Ye Bufan was ecstatic and immediately straightened his back:

"There really is a Fairy in this world with the Wisdom Eye to recognize a diamond in the rough."

"That Lin Xiao is just taller than me, has fairer skin than me, a better physique than me, and his... is bigger than mine..."

Thinking of Lin Xiao's Supreme Bone, Ye Bufan shook his head violently, forcibly dispelling the thought that boosted others' morale while crushing his own.

"Ahem, in short, there are still people in this world who value inner character."

Ye Bufan straightened his black robe and, with his standard Dragon King smile, strode towards Murong Yunyun.

"Saintess of Qingxuan, actually, I have long..."

A gust of fragrance swept past.

Murong Yunyun walked straight past Ye Bufan without stopping.

Ye Bufan's smile stiffened, and he turned his head, completely confused.

In the distance, Lin Xiao was coming this way with Ye Qingwan.

Murong Yunyun stopped three steps in front of Lin Xiao and took the initiative to bow:

"Saint Lin, long time no see."

Lin Xiao was slightly taken aback.

He hadn't expected to meet the Saintess of Qingxuan here, so he immediately cupped his hands and returned the bow:

"Fairy Murong, long time no see. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Murong Yunyun's eyes curved into a beautiful arc, and she said softly:

"I was just passing by and heard that there was a large-scale auction in Wutan City today, so I came to take a look."

As she spoke, Murong Yunyun's gaze shifted, secretly sizing up Ye Qingwan beside Lin Xiao.

Ye Qingwan was wearing a pale green gauze dress today, her figure graceful.

Her appearance was naturally top-tier.

However, Murong Yunyun had absolute confidence in her own appearance; comparing the two, she felt the other was still a notch below her.

But as her gaze moved down, her eyes stalled slightly.

Ye Qingwan's bosom stood proudly, clearly a size larger than her own.

After Lin Xiao's careful nourishment and care, Ye Qingwan's white jade peaks had ushered in a second spring, their elevation visibly a few inches higher.

Ye Qingwan was also sizing up Murong Yunyun. Although the other party wore a veil, revealing only a pair of beautiful autumnal eyes, she still felt a sense of inferiority.

Those eyes were too beautiful, as if they contained an endless starry sky, deep and charming; even as a woman, one couldn't help but admire them from the heart.

However, when her gaze swept over Murong Yunyun's slightly thin figure, she immediately regained some confidence.

What did it matter if she was beautiful? If she wasn't as developed as her, it meant that many teachings were impossible for the other party, such as Confucianism.

An invisible smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Anyone with a bit of discernment could see that the two were secretly fighting for favor over Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao sensed the subtle atmosphere and coughed dryly to break the silence.

"Fairy Murong, this is my Junior Sister from Misty Peak, Ye Qingwan."

"Qingwan, this is the Saintess of Qingxuan."

Ye Qingwan revealed a sweet smile, folded her hands at her waist, and bowed slightly:

"Ye Qingwan greets the Saintess of Qingxuan."

Murong Yunyun also returned a light smile, her voice crisp and pleasant:

"So it is Junior Sister. I almost thought you were Saint Lin's Dao Companion."

"Little Sister Qingwan is as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal; it really makes one pity her."

She stepped forward, taking the initiative to close the distance: "If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Murong."

Ye Qingwan thought for a moment, then affectionately took Murong Yunyun's arm, her smile becoming even brighter:

"Thank you for the compliment, Sister Murong. Your eyes are so beautiful, even I can't help but feel joy when I see them."

The two stunning Fairies walked hand in hand, chatting and laughing, looking like long-lost sisters.

Lin Xiao scratched his head, secretly clicking his tongue in his heart: "Women are truly a strange species..."

As the saying goes, when rivals in love meet, they are especially jealous.

Saint Son Mo Beichuan and Ye Bufan stared at Lin Xiao simultaneously.

That look was as if Lin Xiao had snatched their wives...