Chapter 1274 - Chapter 1274: Successful Advancement
Chapter 1274: Successful Advancement
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The Flying Flowers Hall where the Hundred Flowers Palace lived was the most beautiful side hall apart from the main hall.
This was naturally because of Ling Yun. Unfortunately, Xiahou Qing did not even see a trace of Ling Yun.
Granny Nie walked towards her room without saying a word.
Su Xiaoxiao smiled. “Granny, it’s still early. Are you sleeping already?”
Granny Nie said angrily, “I’m old!”
Xing’er muttered, “Granny is clearly counting silver.”
Granny Nie looked over with a dark expression. “If you don’t know how to speak, I’ll pull out your tongue!”
Xing’er hid behind her lady in fear.
The chef prepared dinner.
Su Xiaoxiao sent food to Granny Nie.
Granny Nie looked at her expressionlessly.
Su Xiaoxiao said, “Although I’m a wild descendant of the Jin family, I’m also responsible! Don’t worry, Granny, I’ll cover your food and accommodation!”
Granny Nie didn’t want to talk to her. Not at all!
The rest gathered in Wei Xu’s room for dinner.
“How are we going to compete tomorrow? Is it still a one-on-one battle?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.
The Palace Lord said, “It’s the same in the past. I wonder if there will be any changes this year.”
Su Xiaoxiao calculated. “1:1 advanced to 17 people. Including the four people from the Assassin Alliance, there are a total of 21 people. Seven people advanced to 28. There will be 14 groups tomorrow.”
“Palace Lord!”
Ling Yin quickly walked in. “Someone has withdrawn from the competition!”
“Who?” Palace Lord asked.
Ling Yin said, “Mount Wu Sect seems to have been seriously injured in today’s duel. They can’t hold on anymore and were sent back to the sect for treatment overnight.”
Su Xiaoxiao muttered, “Then there are 27 people. How can we compare? Could it be that one of the lots directly advances?”
The Palace Lord recalled. “Now that you mention it, I remember. A similar situation happened the year my sister participated in the martial arts competition. At that time, she advanced from the eliminated martial artists to make up the number.”
Su Xiaoxiao said, “It’s not easy to select one this year, right? Those three fell off the arena together.”
Wei Xu looked at Su Xiaoxiao, Wei Ting, and the others and said, “No matter what, you have to approach tomorrow’s battle carefully. Xiaoxiao, do your best. You have to remember that nothing is more important than your safety.”
Wei Liulang hugged his arm and said shamelessly, “Dad, what about me?”
Wei Xu said, “If you can’t kill him, beat him to death.”
Wei Liulang was speechless.
The few of them returned to their rooms to rest.
Su Xiaoxiao lay in Wei Ting’s arms and asked softly, “How do you feel? Are you alright tomorrow? If not, don’t force yourself.”
Wei Ting tightened his arm, pressing her soft body against him. “You’re not allowed to say that your man can’t do it!”
Su Xiaoxiao felt something and froze. “Then don’t. You can do it here.”
Wei Ting kissed her heavily until she lost her breath and felt dizzy. Then, he reluctantly let go. “Are you feeling better?”
Su Xiaoxiao replied softly, “Yes.”
Wei Ting flipped over and covered her under him. He grabbed her wrist with both hands. “If I get first place, will you reward me?”
It was rare for Su Xiaoxiao not to turn into Talkback Su.
She blinked and whispered in his ear.
Wei Ting’s breathing became chaotic as he said in a hoarse voice, “You said it yourself. You’re not allowed to go back on your word!”
Su Xiaoxiao pretended to be calm and nodded in shame.
The next day, everyone went to the observation platform early.
The rules of the second round of the martial arts competition were out. It was neither an additional advancement lot nor a pick from the martial artists to make up the number.
Instead, it was a group of three people who were the last to advance in the arena.
This immediately maxed out the expectations of everyone below the stage.
The Elder Council knew too well what they wanted to see. A duel between three people was exciting!
They were all betting desperately!
“What I want to see the most is the battle between the descendant of the Jin family, Duanmu Yun, and the swordsman yesterday.”
“No, I want them to split up. That way, there will be three exciting duels.”
“Haven’t you found out the name of that swordsman?”
“It seems to be called the Netherworld King.”
The Netherworld King was a title in the martial world. Some were called by others, and some were given by themselves. It was similar to the Black and White Ghosts of the Mount Wu Sect and the Saintess of the Lotus Sect, Red Lotus.
No one cared how the title of the Netherworld King came about. They only felt that with the peak sword last night, he deserved that title.
In the observation platform of the Assassin Alliance, You Ming sneered disdainfully. “Hmph, the Netherworld King, you overestimate yourself.”
If he was called You Ming (Netherworld) and that person was called The Netherworld King, didn’t that mean that the latter was riding on his head?