Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 195 Sometimes being too good-looking isn't necessarily a good thing.

"Senior Sister Wenmin, it's been many years since we last met. How have you been?"

He Dazhi deliberately spoke loudly, which brought Song Daren back to his senses. He quickly said:
“Junior Sister Wen, this is my fourth junior brother, He Dazhi.”

He then introduced Wu Dayi, Zheng Dali, Lü Daxin, and Du Bishu one by one.

Immediately, the two groups started chatting, while the junior sisters behind Wen Min took the initiative to inquire about the young man in yellow.

Song Daren and the others were speechless, wondering if the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak had been a step too late, which led them to coerce their senior sister Wenmin into coming to them to carry out their indirect patriotic act.

Subsequently, the Dragon Head Peak lineage arrived at the plaza. They were all dressed in white, exuding heroic spirit and a touch of arrogance, making them seem worthy of being the most prosperous lineage besides the Tongtian Peak sect leader's lineage. The leader was none other than Qi Hao.

At this moment, Chu Yuhong, the prized disciple of Shang Zhengliang, the head monk of Chaoyang Peak, introduced the young man in yellow:
"He is Qi Hao, the senior brother of Dragon Head Peak. He narrowly lost to Xiao Yicai of the sect leader's lineage in the last martial arts competition and became the runner-up. I didn't expect him to come to participate in the Seven Lineages Martial Arts Competition again this time."

A tall, imposing young man named Peng Chang, a disciple of Feng Hui Peak, gently reminded him:

"Junior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Qi has a celestial sword made from ice crystals from the Arctic that have been there for ten thousand years. If you encounter him in the Martial Arts Tournament, you should be careful."

After the two finished speaking, many senior sisters from other branches around the young man in yellow robes spoke up one after another. Most of them said that if they encountered each other, they should just do their best. He had only been cultivating for a few years, and even if he lost, he would still be honorable.

"Thank you for your concern, senior brothers and sisters, but I've always been lucky, so I don't think I'll run into Senior Brother Qi, the favorite to win, so soon," the young man in yellow said with a smile.

A beautiful woman smiled:
“Junior Brother Zhang, I thought you were going to say that your cultivation was also quite good, and that if you ran into Senior Brother Qi, the outcome would be uncertain. But you just said that you were lucky.”

Before the boy in yellow could speak, Tian Ling'er interjected:
"Even if my junior brother were to encounter Senior Brother Qi Hao, he would certainly not be inferior to him."

"Junior Sister Tian seems to have a lot of confidence in Junior Brother Zhang," another petite and delicate woman said softly.

"Unlike me, I'm only worried about whether Junior Brother Zhang will get injured in the fight."

Tian Ling'er's pretty face froze for a moment, then she heard another spirited young woman say:

"Junior Sister Tian looks like she's been spoiled by Uncle Tian and Uncle Su since she was a child, so she probably doesn't know how to take care of people."

"Junior Brother Zhang, if you get injured in the fight, please don't try to tough it out. We are fellow disciples, so there's no need for formalities. Just let me know and I will come to take care of you."

Tian Ling'er was completely taken aback by what she heard, and said with a forced smile:

"Even if Junior Brother is injured, there is no need to trouble Senior Sister. Our Great Bamboo Peak has its own miraculous medicines."

"Even the best medicine can't compare to a person's thoughtfulness and care," another gentle woman spoke up.
"Furthermore, it's not like only Dazhu Peak has these so-called miraculous medicines."

Immediately, the male disciples on the side felt that their gentle conversation was filled with the glint of swords, while the yellow-robed youth in the center still had the extraordinary appearance of fair skin and black eyes, seemingly not understanding the deeper meaning in their words at all.

Chu Yuhong and Peng Chang exchanged a glance, and the same thought simultaneously arose in their minds:
"Sometimes being too good-looking isn't necessarily a good thing."

A sharp shriek suddenly rang out from the sky above the square, sounding like thunder and shaking the entire area.

A Taoist priest from the Tongtian Peak lineage, standing on a red immortal sword, said:

"Fellow senior brothers, the sect leader and all the chief disciples have ordered that all senior brothers who are participating in the Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament come to the Jade Purity Hall to speak."

In a short while, Tian Ling'er quickly pulled the yellow-robed youth away: "Junior brother, why don't you hurry up and come with me to the Jade Purity Hall? You are the one in our Great Bamboo Peak lineage who is most likely to achieve a good ranking in the Martial Arts Tournament."

"Fellow senior brothers and sisters, I'm sorry, I'll have to go first." The young man in yellow said with a hint of helplessness before being pulled away by Tian Ling'er.

The two walked to the end of the square and stepped onto a magnificent and beautiful stone bridge.

"Junior brother, you're still young. Remember this in the future: don't chat with those scheming senior sisters from other branches, or they might sell you out without you even knowing it."

After Tian Ling'er finished speaking solemnly, Song Daren and Wen Min each brought their junior brothers and sisters over.

Song Daren began to introduce the people from Xiaozhu Peak to the two of them.

The disciples of the Six Meridians who were participating in the Martial Arts Grand Tournament ascended the Rainbow Bridge, and this magnificent bridge rose at a speed that appeared slow but was actually extremely fast.

Before long, a grand hall stood atop the peak. More than sixty people walked down the rainbow bridge and passed by the Azure Pool, where the mountain-guarding spirit beast, the Water Qilin, resided.

They bowed to the sleeping behemoth one by one before stepping onto the steps by the pool.

Inside the Yuqing Hall, the Three Pure Ones are enshrined above.

Below the altar, seven large sandalwood chairs were placed, three on each side, and one more in the very center at the front.
At the very front, on a large sandalwood chair, sat a Taoist priest in a dark green robe, none other than Dao Xuan Zhenren, the head of the Qingyun Sect. The heads of the six sects sat on his left and right sides.

"Greetings, Sect Leader."

After the disciples paid their respects, the solemn-looking Abbot of Dragon Head Peak, Daoist Cangsong, rose and stepped forward to recount the long history of the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament.

Furthermore, due to the increased number of participants in this martial arts competition, but because each lineage only sent eight people, a total of sixty-three people participated. Therefore, the only way to determine who would advance by a bye was when drawing wax pills from the redwood box.

Before long, disciples from each lineage took turns drawing lots.

After drawing lots, the members of the Dazhu Peak lineage immediately looked at the slip of paper wrapped in wax. They all looked somewhat disappointed, as they had not drawn a number that would allow them to advance by a bye.

Only the young man in the yellow shirt glanced at the number with a wry smile, realizing that his luck was indeed quite good, as he didn't need to do anything himself.

"Junior brother, judging from your expression, you didn't win the lottery, did you?" Tian Ling'er asked suspiciously.

"I've always been incredibly lucky, so winning the lottery is perfectly normal."

After the young man in yellow finished speaking, the Taoist Cangsong, seeing that everyone had finished drawing lots, asked:
Who drew number one?

Zhuang Bu Ran said calmly:
"Reporting to Senior Uncle Cangsong, Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhu Peak, has drawn the number one lot."

Suddenly, everyone in the hall focused their attention on the young man in yellow.

The people at the head of the table were startled. When they were drawing lots, they were wondering when such a talented disciple had appeared in the sect. They had planned to ask him later, but now they realized that he was the same ordinary orphan from back then.

Apart from Master Shuiyue, the abbot of Xiaozhu Peak, who was absent at the time and unaware of the situation, the others couldn't help but glance at Tian Buyi, whose face was beaming with joy, and secretly thought to themselves:
"Is it that the feng shui of Dazhu Peak has suddenly improved and is very beneficial to people, or that Tian Buyi has become a famous teacher who is good at teaching, or that Zhang Xiaofan is a gem that has been hidden in the dust?"

Among them, Cangsong Daoren was the most unhappy. Although he had picked up a prodigy, seeing that Tian Buyi had also obtained a disciple with excellent aptitude, he felt that watching him make money was more painful than losing money himself.

(End of this chapter)