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Chapter 421 Miao Yan Zhenren
Xu Yuan's victory surprised and disappointed Bai Huahun even more than Richard.

The plan to obtain Xu Yuan's destiny has been thwarted for the second time.

Bai Huahun led his team to Luocheng, shamelessly squeezing in to participate in the fourth competition... of course, not because the Demon Extermination Army wanted to regain face.

Rather, it was because Bian Lü found a way to advance into India.

Moreover, the scouts who went to India returned and said that the Indian temples were filled with jewels and gold!

Like the Siamese, they liked to decorate their idols with precious jewels.

However, Siam is a small country, and India is equivalent to more than a dozen Siams!

If the demon-slaying army wants to continue its advance into India, it must defeat the delegation.

Let the imperial court see that they are capable of defeating the Blue-eyed Barbarians.

Otherwise, this lucrative mission to advance into India might fall to someone else.

However, Xu Yuan's victory in the first match also affected Bai Huahun's plan to "turn the tide".

The reason for this plan is that the demon-slaying army has suffered too many defeats.

Without doing something "big", it will be difficult to salvage the image.

However, Bai Huahun was not particularly sad, because he still had the "Lucky Star Shining in the Hall" destiny, which was secretly working in his favor.

The influence of this destiny is subtle and gradual, and even Bai Huahun himself cannot fathom it.

What is "good" in the early stages may not be good, and what is "bad" in the early stages may not be bad.

Everything may be a "setup," and only when the dust settles in the end will people suddenly realize the truth.

Bai Huahun had used this fate several times before.

It can be said that they are invincible.

Each time, they manage to secretly turn unfavorable situations around, reversing the tide and ultimately turning defeat into victory.

So after the first match, Bai Huahun only guessed in his heart what methods Xu Yuan had used to make "Stonemason" Matthews fall into depravity, and then stopped thinking about it and focused his attention on the second match.

On Huangming's side, in an inconspicuous corner, sat five people.

They also distanced themselves from the rest of Huangming, giving the impression of being "detached."

Miss is wearing an apricot-yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) today, and still wearing a veiled hat.

When the fallen monster appeared, Geng Qi and the other three did not rush to protect their young lady and retreat as quickly as possible, as they had done before, trying to stay away from all danger.

The four of them remained calm.

After Xu Yuan burned the fallen monster to the ground, Wei Ershi couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Was it Xu Yuan's doing?"

Wei Shi guessed: "It might be an unexpected gain, or perhaps Xu Yuan prepared some methods that just happened to trigger the other party's downfall."

All four of them thought this guess was reasonable, but the young lady secretly curled her lips, thinking to herself: This is definitely not some "unintentional success", this is Xu Yuan's way of defeating his enemies!

But the young lady didn't say it.

The young lady guessed: Xu Yuan would definitely not use this method only once.

Ma Tianshou announced loudly, "Xu Yuan wins the first match! The second match begins now—"

Richard had to play alone in the second match.

Because Huangming arranged for fourth-rate cultivators to participate in the second match.

This troop deployment also puzzled Richard.

The first match was against Xu Yuan, and the second against Si Liu—these were arguably the two strongest fighters, thrown out right from the start.

It may be possible to gain the upper hand initially, but if the momentum falters and three games are lost in a row, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?
Ma Tianshou had prepared the list, but he didn't show it to anyone except Xu Yuan.

Bai Huahun didn't know either.

So he was also surprised to see Richard come on stage.

Then he looked at Mr. Lin beside him.

Of those who came to Wentiantai this time, only Mr. Lin, a fourth-rate scholar, was present.

The day before yesterday, Ma Tianshou specially invited Mr. Lin to the government office for a chat—Bai Huahun guessed that he was referring to today's battle.

But Mr. Lin remained completely still.

Then he leaned forward slightly and whispered to Bai Huahun, "I'm also very curious."

Not Master Lin? Bai Huahun wondered: Did Ma Tianshou also contact other fourth-rate people?

In southern Jiaozhi, which other fourth-rate individuals are confident of defeating this magician? Just then, a graceful figure emerged from behind the young lady.

He walked unhurriedly to the center of the field and stood opposite Richard.

Richard couldn't appreciate the beauty of Eastern women. When he was in India, the local chieftain offered him many beautiful Indian women to please him, but Richard had no interest in them.

This was even more true when they arrived in Jiaozhi (Vietnam), where Richard felt that the women were not as good as those from India.

But when this Taoist nun appeared before him, he couldn't help but be captivated by her aura.

Xu Yuan asked in confusion: Who... is this person?
Without a doubt, he is a master at secretly protecting the young lady.

What is her identity?

Bai Huahun's pupils dilated suddenly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The plan is going increasingly wrong.

Mr. Lin also exclaimed in surprise, "Master Miaoyan... so she traveled to southern Jiaozhi."

Although both were fourth-rate individuals, he was much older than Miao Yan Zhenren.

He was convinced that Ma Tianshou had asked Miaoyan Zhenren to fight instead of him.

Because Master Miaoyan was the last disciple of the Supervisor.

The supervisor has a total of seven disciples, and Master Miaoyan is currently the only one who has not yet entered the upper three ranks.

But no one will underestimate her.

Twenty years ago, she left the Imperial Observatory to travel the world.

Every so often, legends would circulate in the Northern Capital about the immortal Miaoyan vanquishing demons in some place.

In the teahouses large and small of Beidu, the story of the immortal Miaoyan supported countless storytellers.

Richard was unaware of Miao Yan Zhenren's name. He politely raised his left hand, indicating to Miao Yan Zhenren, "Ladies first, you may make the first move."

Miao Yan Zhenren's expression was cold and indifferent, her face showing neither joy nor anger. She calmly said, "That's not fair to you. If I make the first move, you won't have a chance."

For her, it was simply stating a fact.

There was no intention to belittle or insult the opponent.

They also disdain to deliberately provoke their opponents.

But Richard couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry.

"Arrogant! The entire Ming Dynasty is indeed the same, with an inflated sense of self-importance!"

After hurling a tirade, Richard stopped being polite and, with a flick of his wrists, performed a magic trick.

In his hands, a stack of paper was quickly torn into paper figures.

The paper figures came to life, each one imbued with a powerful ghost.

They joined hands, stirring up howling, eerie winds, and formed a circle around Miaoyan Zhenren.

Various terrifying images appeared directly in Miao Yan Zhenren's mind.

Miao Yan Zhenren waved the whisk in her left hand.

click-

A bolt of lightning struck, shattering all the paper figures with a deafening boom!
Richard didn't expect to defeat a fourth-rate person with the first trick. These paper figures were just used to distract Miao Yan Zhenren. He then flipped his top hat over and pulled out a pigeon.

The pure white dove flew out of his hand, and the moment it left his palm, it quickly transformed.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant undead eagle made of skeletons and rotting flesh!
With a flap of its wings, a maze, half real and half illusory, appeared in mid-air and swooped down to trap Miao Yan Zhenren inside.

Miao Yan in person has exquisite features and a striking, radiant appearance.

He calmly swung the whisk again.

With her other hand, she brought up two slender, white fingers, and with a stroke like a sword or a pen, quickly drew a talisman in the air.

Then he clapped his hands—

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens, followed by nine more, blasting the labyrinth into ruins even before it landed.

The undead giant eagle screamed repeatedly, each bolt of lightning engulfing it. After nine bolts of lightning, the undead giant eagle turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated, completely "purified".

(End of this chapter)