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"That little brat," Tang Wan hadn't been given such a cold shoulder by her child in ages. Gu Hongwen patted her hand. "Let's talk when we get back. We're still live-streaming; give the kid some face."

Tang Wan finally swallowed her anger and decided to bring it up again when she got back.

Chang Xi sighed inwardly and said, "Let's not acknowledge our relatives."

She can't handle family relationships well, and these days nobody likes to hear the truth. If she goes back to the Gu family, she'll cause a huge uproar.

The live stream ended rather awkwardly.

Huo Dongjun came out and saw her squatting on a large rock, looking down and fiddling with something.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out they were helping ants move their house.

She wasn't really trying to help the ants; she just blocked their path with a stick. When they changed direction, she followed suit and blocked their way, just like a highway robber.

"Because you're heartbroken because of Gu Qingfeng?"

"Huh?" Chang Xi looked up, with half a spicy strip still in her mouth.

Well, all that worry was for nothing. This guy is just heartless.

"It's okay. Are you confident of winning tomorrow's game?" Huo Dongjun squatted down to the side, mimicking her posture.

"I don't know," Chang Xi said, still eating. "We'll find out tomorrow whether we can win or not."

Huo Dongjun was still a little worried. "I heard from Lu Wenli that Tiancheng Mountain doesn't focus on palm thunder. You're just learning it for fun. Zhuge Jian has been practicing palm thunder almost all by himself since he started learning it."

"Compared to those who have practiced for over twenty years, you don't seem to have much of a chance."

"Worrying won't help. We still have to compete," Chang Xi said nonchalantly. "We can't let this dirty water of stealing the master's skills be poured on me. I may be fine, but so many disciples of Tiancheng Mountain and my masters and grandmasters can't be wronged."

You cannot suffer injustice.

Huo Dongjun didn't say those words aloud, but what came out was, "Let me give you some more spiritual energy, so you won't run out of it for the long battle later."

"Really?" Chang Xi looked up at him. "Spiritual energy flows through you like tap water. You just replenished some today, and now you're replenishing it again. Can your body handle it?"

Huo Dongjun didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere and stretched out his hand, saying, "It's okay, I'll stop if I feel uncomfortable."

"Alright then," Chang Xi obediently placed her hand in his palm.

A warm and pure spiritual energy flowed into his palm.

For a time, life was peaceful and serene.

"Seventh Brother, I can't get up there, please pull me up."

"You could have easily climbed up, you're just lazy," he said, reaching out to pull the girl up the rock face.

The two stood side by side, gazing at the distant mountains.

"Seventh Brother, when can I go down the mountain?"

"You can't go down the mountain every day. You only go down the mountain to go to school," he replied, completely missing the point.

The girl pouted. "What I mean is, when can I demonstrate my abilities to others?"

"Just wait a little longer, it'll be soon."

Huo Dongjun was somewhat stunned, staring blankly at Chang Xi's profile, the outline of the person in his memory seemed to become a little clearer.

"What are you doing?!"

Gu Qingfeng's scream was especially clear in the darkness.

Both of them shuddered.

Chang Xi turned around speechlessly, "Are you out of your mind? Don't you know that people can scare each other to death?"

Gu Qingfeng shoved Huo Dongjun away, "What are you doing? What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging like that?"

"Do you want to hear what you're saying?" Chang Xi asked, looking puzzled. "I'm twenty-three, not three or thirteen. What's wrong with holding hands? You kissed your girlfriend, and I didn't say anything to you."

"How can we be the same? I'm older than you!" Gu Qingfeng said matter-of-factly.

Chang Xi's lips twitched. "One minute longer."

"Even a minute's difference," Gu Qingfeng said like a protective cow, guarding him closely and quickly pushing him into the room. Then, she turned around and glared fiercely at Huo Dongjun.

Huo Dongjun felt inexplicably guilty and took a half step back.

"I'll be watching you forever," Gu Qingfeng pointed two fingers to his eyes and then to him, "You'll never get with my sister, not even in your next life."

Tsk.

Has his market value dropped that badly?

Why are the two Gu brothers so wary of him, like he's a thief?

Huo Dongjun didn't get an answer and was sent back to his room by Gu Qingfeng.

I saw Chang Xi again the next day during the competition.

Zhuge Jian stood on the training ground in a dark blue Taoist robe. A gentle breeze rustled the hem of his robe, giving him the air of a reclusive master.

Chang Xi was wearing a loose-fitting dark black Tai Chi uniform, her long hair half-tied up, and her fair skin glowed faintly in the sunlight.

It's clear that he recovered well last night.

【here we go!】

I'm so nervous.

I don't know who will win, but I bet Zhuge Jian will.

【I'll bet two bags of spicy strips on Chang Xi.】

I think Chang Xi's use of the Palm Thunder technique is not as profound as Zhuge Jian's; I'm betting on Zhuge Jian. (Three packs of crispy corn chips)

[This is truly a gamble by a group of foodies.]

The two players on the field were unaware that viewers in the live stream had started placing bets because of them.

The two stood on opposite sides.

"Ladies first," Zhuge Jian gestured to Chang Xi that she could begin.

Unexpectedly, Chang Xi waved his hand, "No need, but to avoid you losing too badly, how about I give you three moves?"

Zhuge Jian's brow furrowed, and he clenched his fist. "I don't need you to give way!"

After saying that, Zhuge Jian threw out a palm lightning bolt from his palm.

Chang Xi bent over to dodge, and a hole exploded in the ground behind her.

She flicked out a bolt of lightning from her palm, the purple electric streak gliding across Zhuge Jian's sleeve, tearing it open.

Qingxu, sitting in the main seat, suddenly stood up, somewhat incredulous.

Something seems off about Chang Xi's palm lightning.

The two players on the field gave it their all.

The once sunny weather suddenly turned into a cloudless expanse, accompanied by rumbling thunder. Countless pairs of lightning, one black and one purple, collided in the sky, sending up dazzling sparks.

Qingxu and the elders raised their hands, creating an invisible barrier to protect the entire training ground from sparks flying out and causing a fire.

Shen Kongming twirled the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist. "As expected of a genius that Wudang has only seen once in a thousand years, this lightning is truly terrifying."

"What genius who appears only once in a thousand years? My master is a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius!" Lu Wenli vowed to defend his master's lofty status to the death. "What Zhuge Jian is, he's just a nobody."

"Our senior brother will not lose!" the Wudang disciple retorted.

Lu Wenli rolled his eyes and shouted, "Master, go for it! Master, go for it!"

The Wudang disciples were not to be outdone, chanting, "Go, senior brother! Go, senior brother!"

The relatives of the three families naturally sided with Chang Xi, and their cheers grew louder and louder over the past two hundred years, even using loudspeakers to make the shouts resound throughout the entire training ground.

Both players on the field shuddered, their mouths twitching from the deafening sound.

"You have quite a loud voice," Chang Xi said with a smile.

Zhuge Jian said softly, "She's your person."

"Your people."

"Forget it, your people."

Neither side really wants to admit it.

Half an hour has passed. The palm lightning was already very depleted, and now the two of them have very little spiritual power left. At most, they can use one last move.

"Why don't you admit defeat?" Zhuge Jian's face turned pale.

Chang Xi glanced at him. "Why won't you admit defeat? So you don't have to lose your martial arts skills if you lose?"

"Then there's nothing to talk about," Zhuge Jian said, gathering his strength.

Chang Xi also channeled his internal energy, saying, "Are we talking? Tiancheng Mountain doesn't want the dirty water of stolen techniques."