Rong Zhuofan stepped forward and blocked Feng Qingran behind him. “What’s there to talk about?! You old geezer, what do you have to discuss with her? We people of Qingyun State aren’t easy to push around either!”
Qin Haoyan ignored Rong Zhuofan and looked directly at Feng Qingran. “Little girl, hand over the painting, and I’ll add another hundred million top-grade spirit stones. How about that?”
“I don’t understand what you mean, Senior.” Feng Qingran’s apricot eyes curved slightly, looking perfectly innocent.
Besides, Luo Xiyao hadn’t personally seen her sell the painting.
As long as she denied it to the death, that was that. After all, it was the Taiji Diagram—she’d have to be crazy to hand it over!
And Qin Haoyan wouldn’t dare make a move against her openly.
Otherwise, she’d just throw the painting away, and then Qin Haoyan would get nothing at all.
Qin Haoyan had clearly thought of this too, and his murky eyes grew even colder.
“Feng Qingran, don’t push your luck! My master is willing to trade with you—that’s him giving you face. Don’t be ungrateful!” Luo Xiyao said furiously.
Ning Shiyue’s eyes sparkled brilliantly as she spoke up. “This is the first time I’ve seen someone so shameless. Your master was the one who targeted my junior sister first, and now you’re turning around and blaming her!”
When the crowd heard the argument over here, they stopped watching the arena battle and turned to look at Qingyun State’s side.
The arena match was a one-sided beatdown—a beauty’s quarrel was far more entertaining.
Seeing more and more people gathering to watch, Rong Zhuofan decided to smooth things over. “Sect Master Qin, didn’t you come to discuss the competition? Let’s continue talking about the bet for the three matches.”
But at this moment, Qin Haoyan had no interest in the Tianyuan Fruit whatsoever.
The Taiji Diagram was worth a pile of Tianyuan Fruits. As long as he obtained the Taiji Diagram, he wouldn’t need to worry about advancing at all.
“Sect Master Rong, we’ll discuss that later. First, make Feng Qingran hand over the item—otherwise, I won’t be polite.” Qin Haoyan’s tone carried a threat.
In the distance, Su Yanran saw this scene. A faint light flickered through her watery eyes as her gaze drifted past Feng Qingran’s wrist.
Although she now had an infinite storage space, she always felt it was inferior to the Twin Spirit Bracelet.
Back then, if Feng Qingran had obediently sold her the Twin Spirit Bracelet, perhaps she wouldn’t have gone through everything that followed.
She certainly wouldn’t have killed a child of just a few years old, all for the sake of obtaining a better space.
“Master, Uncle Qin seems to be arguing with the people from Qingyun State. Should we go take a look?” Su Yanran looked at Luo Wuji.
Luo Wuji had always been aloof and indifferent, never liking to meddle in other matters.
The only reason he had agreed to come to Huoling State as a deputy team member this time was entirely because of Su Yanran’s pleading.
His little disciple had no sense of security and wanted to cling to him wherever she went.
“Don’t worry. Those two are no match for Qin Haoyan.” Luo Wuji’s face was like polished jade, his brows slightly furrowed.
With Qin Haoyan’s cultivation level, he could obviously suppress the two from Qingyun State directly. Why was he still wasting words with them?
“But Master, I’m worried Uncle Qin might suffer a loss. Let’s go over and take a look.” Su Yanran tugged at Luo Wuji’s sleeve, acting coquettishly.
Luo Wuji had no resistance whatsoever to Su Yanran’s soft, sweet voice. He smiled helplessly. “Alright.”
By the time Luo Wuji and Su Yanran walked over, the two sides had already reached a point where neither would yield.
“Uncle Qin, Xiyao, what’s wrong?” Su Yanran said softly.
“Hmph!” Luo Xiyao snorted coldly and ignored Su Yanran.
Ever since Luo Wuji brought Su Yanran back, all those senior brothers around her had gone to hover around Su Yanran instead.
Qin Haoyan’s expression softened slightly. “I’m fine.”
Feng Qingran’s crystal-clear apricot eyes darkened slightly. The person beside Su Yanran must be Luo Wuji.
He was almost exactly as described in the book.
His face was like polished jade, radiant as the moon; his brows were like swords, his eyes bright as stars. His entire bearing was extraordinary—elegant and distinguished.
In cultivation, he was even more exceptionally gifted—the only strong cultivator under five hundred years of age to step into the Void God realm. Truly a heaven-sent genius, unmatched by anyone.
Luo Wuji noticed Feng Qingran’s gaze and casually looked over.
Suddenly——
Luo Wuji’s pupils contracted sharply. He stared at Feng Qingran’s face, unable to look away for a long time!
How could that woman possibly still be alive?
Absolutely impossible!
And Feng Qingran’s age didn’t match either. She was only about twenty years old, yet she was already at the Nascent Soul cultivation level…
That woman couldn’t cultivate. She couldn’t possibly be her.
But a twenty-year-old Nascent Soul was intriguing. Could Feng Qingran have taken some unorthodox path?
Luo Wuji then looked at Ning Shiyue—late-stage Golden Core. That was at least acceptable.
“Master… Master, what’s wrong? Uncle Qin is talking to you.” Su Yanran’s voice didn’t wake Luo Wuji.
It wasn’t until Su Yanran tugged at Luo Wuji’s sleeve that he finally snapped out of it.
“Wuji, she seems to be Ye Wentian’s disciple. Do you know her?” Qin Haoyan repeated his earlier question.
“Ye Wentian’s disciple?” Luo Wuji looked at Feng Qingran again.
Back then, he and Ye Wentian had participated in the same Spirit Battle Tournament.
He had lost to Ye Wentian in that tournament.
Later, in order to wash away his shame, he joined forces with the Baili family to scheme against Ye Wentian, causing Ye Wentian to be unable to advance to the Fusion Stage for a long time.
If he remembered correctly, only four years remained of the hundred-year pact.
And the Lingyun Sect that Ye Wentian founded, under the Baili family’s suppression, had only managed to recruit nine disciples.
If Feng Qingran was Ye Wentian’s disciple, then he needed to be even more cautious.
Seeing Luo Wuji looking distracted again, Su Yanran spoke up on her own initiative. “Uncle Qin, I know Feng Qingran. She really is Ye Wentian’s disciple. Back at the sect conference that year, Ye Wentian almost got into a fight with several sect masters because of her.”
“My master is asking Senior Wuji a question. What business does a junior like you have butting in!” Luo Xiyao glared at Su Yanran, her jealousy written all over her face.
“Xiyao, I… I was just afraid Uncle Qin would have to wait too long, so I explained on my master’s behalf.” Su Yanran’s watery eyes were full of emotion as she explained in a soft voice.
Seeing Su Yanran like this made Luo Xiyao furious for no reason. “Su Yanran, what are you pretending for? When you get ruthless—”
