After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Every fifteen years, Ruiyun City hosts a Lingchun Banquet, inviting heroes from all over the world to savor the Lingchun wine, which is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.

This banquet is famous throughout the world, not because of the fine wine, but because the three people who are at the pinnacle of the world today, E Feng, Xie Shihong, and Zhong Lijun, have never missed the Lingchun Banquet since they first emerged.

When they first arrived at the banquet, the other attendees cried out that they were doomed, but they survived until the end of the banquet, returning home with a sense of extreme relief and relief at having escaped death.

When they came to the Lingchun Banquet for the second time, half of the other attendees were summoned by Xie Shihong, the leader of the alliance, and dared not refuse to come, while the other half came to assassinate them... The outcome was obvious.

This is the third time.

Unlike the previous two times, this time, it is said that their respective disciples will also come.

The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had already spread this news far and wide.

Countless people stopped what they were doing and looked towards Ruiyun City from afar.

Among them were those driven by a desire for revenge, who were willing to go even knowing there was no way back.

Some even hoped to seize the opportunity to gain fame and fortune.

Some people are still thinking:

Although the information I received years ago said that the three men's apprentices were just tools they adopted for a "life-or-death struggle".

but--

Yan An, the young demon lord of the Hidden Demon Sect.

Han Tianshuo, the young master of Zhaoyue Manor, is also known as the Second Young Master Han.

Zhongli Wuji, the young lord of Moling City.

Listen to this! These are all young masters!! How could they not be heirs, not future sect leaders, manor lords, and city lords?

Just by putting themselves in their shoes, they realized it was impossible! In any case, they themselves would never want an outsider to occupy the position of the young master of their own territory.

Rather than believing that the three had simply adopted someone randomly to become their young master, they were more inclined to believe that the young master was actually the biological offspring of each of the three!

Not to mention, the young city lord Zhongli Wuji and the city lord Zhongli Jun share the same surname!

"It seems the martial world is about to be in turmoil again."

………………

Yangcheng.

This place is not far from Ruiyun City.

As dusk settled, the convoy from Zhaoyue Mountain Villa prepared to rest there for the night.

The well-informed teahouses, taverns, gangs, and gambling dens in the city were all secretly gossiping about it.

"Have you heard? The Hidden Demon Sect is almost in Yangcheng too. What a coincidence! The two sides have run into each other!"

"Hey, did you hear? The Demonic Sect has also sent their Holy Son this time!"

"If these two sides were to fight today, who would win and who would lose?"

Shh! Keep your voice down.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's talk about Qinghe Ji instead..."

"She's the most beautiful woman in Lanzhou!"

"What a pity... Rumor has it she was destined to be offered to that young demon lord..."

"Didn't I tell you not to mention it...?"

"Why are you so timid?"

"So what if I'm a coward?! I'm just afraid to leave the city now, afraid someone will mistake me for a spy from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and arrest me without even asking what happened. Otherwise, I would have run away long ago!"

"Don't you guys even consider this: if those two sides start fighting, do you think we'll come out on top?"

"You should be thankful that only the young masters came from both sides!! If it had been those three..."

The group shuddered and dared not continue speaking.

……

Han Tianshuo felt really stupid, really.

He knew that these were turbulent times, and many things had happened on his way from Qixia Mountain to here.

At first, he was confident in his martial arts skills and rode ahead of the caravan on horseback.

When trouble comes knocking, he fights confidently against easy opponents and grits his teeth against difficult ones, since he has practiced the Nine Breaths Mystic Art to the point of being extremely tough and thick-skinned, so he is not afraid of getting hurt.

He only returned to the convoy after encountering numerous and unmanageable troubles.

Now that he had arrived in Yangcheng and was very close to his destination, he became a little complacent.

I chose the tallest restaurant to have a drink, just as I wanted.

Halfway through his drink, he heard the commotion outside growing louder.

Soon, there was a knock on the door of his room, and a woman's mournful and moving cries came in.

Han Tianshuo... Han Tianshuo's first reaction was to run away first.

I've encountered far too many schemes and plots.

He had already pushed open the window, but he didn't jump immediately. He looked down first and saw a crowd of people gathered on the street, pointing at the restaurant and whispering something.

Han Tianshuo twitched his ears.

"The title of 'Number One Beauty of Lanzhou' is truly well-deserved..."

"You're saying Qinghe Ji and the young master arranged to meet here? Is that true?"

"How could it be fake? I just watched her walk through this gate with my own eyes!"

"Qinghe Ji is in love with the young master! But she's destined to be given away..."

"If I had to choose, I'd have to pick the young master..."

The person speaking frowned, their expression clearly indicating that they had to choose the best of a bad bunch and had no choice but to settle for something that wasn't so bad.

As soon as Han Tianshuo showed his face, he was immediately spotted by sharp-eyed people.

The person pointing at him was quickly pulled back by someone nearby. After someone whispered something in his ear, he suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly withdrew his finger, looking on with a look of awe.

Han Tianshuo had already guessed what was going on, and his vision went black.

Although he didn't know what kind of person the young demon lord was, he knew very well that he was a man.

How could he not care that the woman he was meant to give himself to was choosing his nemesis instead?

But Han Tianshuo didn't want to start a life-or-death battle with his opponent at this time!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

At this moment, he was caught between a rock and a hard place: whether he ran or not.

Running away? That's completely inexplicable; Qinghe Ji could say whatever she wanted.

Why not run away? A lone man and a lone woman in a room, and everyone says the woman is in love with the man... wouldn't that lead to speculation that they are mutually in love, inseparable, and that he would risk everything for her?

Han Tianshuo wiped his face.

He turned around and opened the door to the side room.

Standing outside the door was a woman with exquisite features, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley, whose beauty was breathtaking and admirable.

Han Tianshuo dared to say that this woman was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and perhaps only his junior sister Chang Cailan could compare to her.

However, Han Tianshuo's heart remained unmoved.

But when Qingheji saw him, she immediately revealed a weak and helpless demeanor, as if she regarded him as a lifeline, and looked at him as if she were looking at a god.

Han Tianshuo was taken aback.

Qingheji was overjoyed, but she didn't show it on her face. She just sobbed and trembled as she tried to fall into his arms.

Just as she was about to meet Han Tianshuo.

Han Tianshuo suddenly retreated several steps with incredible speed.

Caught off guard and unable to use her martial arts in front of Han Tianshuo, Qing Heji fell solidly to the floor.

This Han Tianshuo! Is he even human?!

Qingheji was still in disbelief when she saw Han Tianshuo run away from her.

She gritted her teeth and quickly got up to follow.

The more people, the better!

Qing Heji descended the stairs with a delicate posture and saw Han Tianshuo standing in the middle of the lobby.

But before she could even reach the main hall and put on her act of mutual affection...

She could already hear Han Tianshuo's righteous and clear voice.

"I, Han Tianshuo, will speak frankly today! I am not attracted to women, but only to men!"

Qing Heji was completely taken aback by such a statement. Just as she was staring in disbelief, she saw Han Tianshuo turn to look at her again and say righteously, "Miss, your honey trap is not very clever. Why don't you find a handsome young hero? Perhaps he can have a drink with me."

Qinghe Ji, or rather Ji Qinghe, was speechless at this moment.

In all these years of cross-dressing, his honey trap had never failed him! But this time, he unexpectedly ran into someone like Han Tianshuo…

So shocked was Ji Qinghe that he didn’t even notice that the surroundings had become very quiet.

An unusual, eerie silence.

Han Tianshuo, on the other hand, was looking out of the restaurant with a serious expression. Only those who had seen him when he was truly serious would realize that his previous righteous and stern demeanor was actually quite fake.

A long line of people dressed in white were quietly passing by the restaurant.

The people on the street had long since fled into the surrounding houses.

Many of the people who had previously been pointing fingers at Han Tianshuo had also slipped into the restaurant.

The procession was led by an honor guard carrying the flag of the Hidden Demon Cult.

On both sides were many demonic sect disciples wearing blue-faced, fanged masks, exuding a murderous aura.

A spirited horse wearing a ferocious beast mask walked by, and the dark, deep purple carriage gradually came into view.

The old man on the carriage shaft was calm and composed with indifferent eyes, while a young man holding a weapon sat expressionless at each of the four corners of the carriage frame.

There was almost no sound during the entire journey.

The silence was suffocating.

Then, a cry as sharp as a hawk's cry, capable of piercing through clouds and splitting rocks, rang out, and a giant eagle swooped down from the sky.

Suddenly, the bell hanging on the carriage swayed slightly.

The old man looked at the commander of the guards at the front of the convoy, his lips moved silently, transmitting his voice in secret.

Soon, the entire convoy came to a stop in perfect unison, from front to back.