If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The stretcher team carried Xie Buci, who was "severely injured and dying," and hurriedly passed by the stands where Mo Chengyue was. They were moving as fast as if they were in a hurry to be reincarnated.

At this moment, Xie Buci had his eyes closed and his face as pale as paper.

His chest heaved so faintly it was like a candle flickering in the wind, as if he were about to kick the bucket and go straight to meet the ancestors of the Hehuan Sect.

If an unsuspecting passerby saw that miserable state, they would probably give him two hundred spirit stones as a gift on the spot, and also sigh, "Heaven is jealous of talent."

The female cultivators around were still wailing and lamenting, their handkerchiefs soaked with tears. Some of them were even asking where they could buy a good nanmu coffin.

"Senior Brother Xie! You can't die!"

"Waaaaah, without you, what color is there in the cultivation world!"

Listening to the wailing and howling around him, Mo Chengyue was about to change his posture and continue watching the drama unfold.

however.

Just as the stretcher passed directly beneath Mo Chengyue.

Mo Chengyue's enhanced dynamic vision accurately captured an extremely explosive, even somewhat "horrifying," scene—

The eldest disciple was still on his deathbed, clinging to life with only his last breath.

His right hand, which was hanging limply at the edge of the stretcher and seemed powerless to move, suddenly curled up three fingers in a very subtle way.

Then, with extreme flair and precision, he made an internationally recognized gesture in the direction of Mo Chengyue…

The "OK" gesture.

Even the index finger twitched playfully, as if to say:

"All done."

Then, the hand quickly returned to a stiff, lifeless state, swaying weakly with the swaying of the stretcher.

The whole process was smooth and swift, without disturbing any of the die-hard fans who were shedding tears for the beautiful love story.

"..."

Mo Chengyue froze in mid-air, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He turned his head away expressionlessly, spat out the sunflower seed shells in his hand, and pretended that he was just looking at the scenery.

high.

That's brilliant!

This series of top-notch micro-management skills can be described as a textbook example of "winning the game but losing life, losing the game but winning the world!"

Mo Chengyue felt as if his skull had been opened, and a feeling of "admiration" welled up within him.

The eldest brother's "retreat to advance" tactic has widened the road—no, it's turned the road into a highway!

You are fine.

This way, the second senior sister's face was preserved, allowing her to vent her pent-up resentment over the years, without truly offending anyone, since "I'm about to die, what more do you want?"

At the same time, by using the excuse of "serious injury and coma", he could perfectly disappear from the high-intensity schedule of the next round of 16, without having to fight those crazy people who were blinded by rage.

From now on, no matter who asks, the fans will stand tall and defend their idol with tears in their eyes.

"Can you shut up? My brother lost for love! That's called honorable defeat! That's called a man's responsibility!"

The most amazing thing is...

Since it's a "serious injury," then rest is definitely necessary, right?

In order to avoid being disturbed, it is perfectly reasonable to retreat to a decadent place like Peach Blossom Spring, find a few close female friends to drink some wine, listen to music, and heal one's wounds.

Even if Qin Wanzhuang later realized what had happened and wanted to cause trouble, would she still have the nerve to draw her sword when faced with a "cripple" lying in bed groaning and unable to take care of himself?

Kill three birds with one stone!

Is this the pinnacle of the Aquaman realm? Is this the legendary master of time management?

"I've learned something, I really have."

Mo Chengyue felt that his book, "The Survival Guide of the Way of the Scoundrels," was about to receive new material, and it had to be bolded and highlighted.

"This is the true pinnacle of 'the way of survival'."

"They don't usually put on a show, but when they do, it's an Oscar-worthy performance."

"In comparison, my previous routine of rolling around in the ring and pretending to win by a narrow margin was as naive as a primary school student who had just left the beginner village."

Mo Chengyue secretly made up his mind that he must find an opportunity to extort... no, to humbly ask his senior brother for advice.

How did someone master this skill of "faking a public accident without batting an eye" and even making the victim grateful?

Could you possibly start a class? I'd be begging to hear it!

……

at the same time.

On Arena Number Seven.

In stark contrast to the moving atmosphere in the audience, Qin Wanzhuang, the victor of this "epic showdown," looked a hundred times worse than if she had lost the match.

She stood alone in the center of the arena, listening to the deafening cheers all around her: "Senior Sister Qin is invincible!" and "Justice will prevail!"

She felt as if the sounds were a series of loud slaps, making her head ache.

She didn't enjoy the cheers of victory, and didn't even listen to the referee announce the result. She exuded a low-key aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the sword returned to its sheath.

Qin Wanzhuang snorted coldly, turned around and left. Her steps were so fast that they brought up a gust of cold wind, as if she wanted to freeze the air.

That resolute back view was filled with an overwhelming murderous intent that screamed, "When that bastard wakes up, I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

Others were deceived by Xie Buci's seemingly affectionate and fearless demeanor.

As the person involved, how could she not know what was going on?

That "Burning Heaven" strike just now, seemingly earth-shattering with amazing special effects, was enough to annihilate a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

But the moment the sword touched Xie Buci's defense, the feeling was utterly disgusting.

It was like a heavy punch that slammed into a pile of waterlogged, rotten cotton!

Completely unaffected by force!

That feeling of emptiness made Qin Wanzhuang so uncomfortable that she almost vomited blood on the spot.

It was clearly a full-force attack, but it felt like using earth-shattering power to swat a non-existent mosquito!

All the power was silently dissipated by that damned, seemingly fragile peach blossom miasma!

As for Xie Buci's injuries?

Oh.

No matter how terrible it looks, no matter how much blood is vomited, like a fountain.

Those are all superficial injuries! They might not even have broken any oily skin!

That mouthful of blood was definitely forced out by that bastard himself using his internal energy, or it might even have been chicken blood that he had in his mouth beforehand!

"You think you can make a fool of me, huh...?"

Qin Wanzhuang gripped the sword hilt tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force, and the veins on the back of her hand throbbing.

This feeling is a million times more humiliating than losing a game.

This is not just a perfunctory response.

This is an insult to her sword, an insult to her Daoist heart, and an insult to her intelligence!

He was telling her in this way: You're trying your best to defeat me, but I only need to put on a show for you.

"Thank you, but I won't accept!"

Qin Wanzhuang gritted her teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a chilling aura that made the passing disciples shiver.

"This isn't over!"

"You'd better pray you can stay in that broken bed for the rest of your life and never get off..."

"Otherwise, the day you are laid on the ground will be your death anniversary!"