How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 534 The Useless Female Supporting Character's Sword Master Mother (37 pages)
The arrival of Jing Lingchun signifies the true beginning of the Heavenly Pride Tournament.

Immediately afterwards, someone else relayed the message—

"The Lord of the Western Continent has arrived!"

Those who had not yet taken their seats bowed again.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The Kowloon Divine Pavilion has appeared.

Yuan Han appeared amidst the falling snowflakes.

He gracefully took his seat to Jing Lingchun's right, resting his chin on one hand in a relaxed posture.
"Old Jing, it's been a long time."

There are very few people in the entire Five Continents who dare to address Lord Jinglingchun in such a way.

Jing Lingchun felt no offense whatsoever; instead, she greeted him with a smile.

"Xiao Yuan, when did you emerge from seclusion? I never expected you to be interested in the Heavenly Pride Tournament."

Yuan Han's face remained expressionless.
"Yeah, I'm bored, so I'm going for a walk."

Jing Lingchun nodded seriously, as if he believed her explanation.

At this moment, Yuan Han's gaze fell on the person opposite him:

"People are here?"

Jing Lingchun was about to shake his head.

Suddenly, he paused, and his eyes instantly became as clear and vast as a sunny sky:
"coming."

Jing Lingchun had a firm grasp on the movements of the entire Reflection Peak.

He could perceive even the falling of a single leaf.

Therefore, when Zhu Wen stepped onto Reflection Peak, he also "saw" the other party.

About an incense stick's time later.

Zhu Wen appeared at the entrance to the stands, just like any other ordinary spectator.

But countless eyes were fixed on her.

Zhu Wen himself was unaware of it.

However, Mingmiao and Secretary Wang behind her felt intense pressure and subconsciously took a half step back.

Zhu Wen had just squinted and turned around when he heard someone ahead:

"Fellow Daoist Zhu Wen, we meet again."

Some people nearby gasped in shock.

At first, they did not know Zhu Wen's identity.

But now that she sees Jing Lingchun taking the initiative to greet her, how could she not understand?

Before Zhu Wen appeared, there were countless discussions and speculations about her.

After Zhu Wen appeared, all these sounds disappeared.

The world became quiet, and everyone looked at Zhu Wen with awe.

Zhu Wen remained unchanged, showing no signs of agitation.

Under the gaze of countless people, she walked to the very front of the stands and asked directly:
Is this my location?

She pointed to the empty seat to Jing Lingchun's left.

Jing Lingchun nodded:
"Of course, this position belongs to you."

Zhu Wen sat down with satisfaction, and then immediately turned around to wave at Ming Miao.

Mingmiao covered her face, extremely embarrassed.

But she still didn't refuse Zhu Wen and soon came to his side.

Each person has their own desk in the main seats at the front.

With Mingmiao's arrival, there were indeed more people.

It doesn't matter if I hear it:
"Sit next to me."

Mingmiao looked around and was about to sit down.

Jing Lingchun's speaking arrangements:
"Have someone add a small table."

Soon someone added a small table next to Zhu Wen's desk.

Mingmiao also found her place.

Mingmiao took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and sat down as calmly as possible.

She noticed that many people were watching her, including her adoptive parents.

She vaguely heard some discussions—

"Isn't that a mortal?"

"Why are ordinary people allowed to sit at the table?"

"What is her relationship with Lord Zhu Wen? Are they relatives?"

"It is truly shameful that Your Excellency's relatives are merely mortals."

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't feel comfortable sitting up there."

“…” Mingmiao clenched her fists even tighter.

However, she was not crushed by these people.

Instead, they stood tall and proud, bearing the immense pressure of the gazes upon them.

Zhu Wen cast an approving glance at him.

Even Jing Lingchun and Yuan Han's gazes lingered on Ming Miao for a moment.

It should be understood that mortals are naturally afraid of the aura of cultivators.

The fact that Mingmiao could sit calmly next to several powerful figures shows that her ability to withstand pressure is truly remarkable, making it hard not to take notice.

Jing Lingchun asked curiously:
"Who is this?"

Zhu Wen replied:

"younger sister."

Jing Lingchun suddenly realized that she had mistaken Mingmiao for Zhu Wen's younger sister.

Afterwards, he treated Mingmiao with kindness and gentleness, as if an elder were treating a close elder.

This is a privilege that many people don't receive, yet Mingmiao easily obtained it here.

I wonder how many people are envious.

Even she herself felt extremely dizzy.

Everything... feels like a dream.

This time, Mingmiao chose to pinch her palm to avoid losing her composure.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was quickly shifted from Mingmiao back to the Tianjiao Tournament itself.

Everyone looked at the hundred prodigies and heard them introduce themselves.

Zhu Wen didn't remember any of them.

The only two people she recognized were Chu Yi and Lu Xiu, whom she had met a few days ago.

She turned her head to look at Mingmiao beside her and found that she was focused on eating the spiritual fruit.

The people of Reflection Peak were very thoughtful. When preparing the spiritual fruits, they took into account Mingmiao's mortal status and prepared only the kind of gentle spiritual fruits that would not harm a mortal's body.

Mingmiao ate intently, completely oblivious to whether her former brother was among the people in the audience.

Zhu Wen smiled inexplicably, looked away, and continued to wait for the boring process to end.

Finally, time passed, and the roll call ended.

All the players who weren't going to play today have withdrawn, leaving only twenty people on the field.

They sat down below, waiting for their turn to go on stage, and also had the opportunity to watch up close.

The draw has now begun, and everyone has quickly determined their opponents.

Zhu Wen paid special attention to her first-year junior high student and found that he was a boy dressed in black.

Judging from the introduction, this person seems to be a disciple of the Eastern Continent Sword Pavilion.

Well, it doesn't really matter anyway, Chu Yi will definitely win.

Zhu Wen had no doubt about this.

"Does Fellow Daoist Zhu Wen know anyone like this?"

During a break from preparing for the first match, Jing Lingchun took the initiative to ask.

Knowing that the other party was probing him, Zhu Wen simply and frankly admitted it:

"Yes, I know someone in there. And what about you, fellow Daoist? Is no one from Reflection Peak participating this time?"

Jing Lingchun was somewhat surprised by his casual manner of speaking.

But he still didn't forget to answer Zhu Wen's question:

"Yes, he is one of my students. I hope he can achieve good results."

This was originally a humble way of putting it.

Zhu Wen seemed to believe it, nodding earnestly:
"That's really unfortunate, since I happen to be there."

Jing Lingchun was taken aback:
"Ok?"

Zhu Wen smiled confidently, his eyes narrowed.

“My men will definitely not lose, so... fellow Daoist, you are too kind.”

Zhu Wen's words were practically a celebration in advance.

Jing Lingchun was stunned for a while before she couldn't help but laugh:
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Zhu Wen is very confident."

Zhu Wen appeared relaxed.
"Of course, it's obvious at a glance."

This made Jing Lingchun even more curious about who Zhu Wen was.

Zhu Wen pointed ahead:

"Look, his name is Chu Yi."

As if knowing that Zhu Wen was looking at her, Chu Yi, who had been listless, suddenly broke into a surprised smile and waved vigorously in her direction.

His enthusiasm was completely different from his usual demeanor.