Huangâer hadnât entered the arena out of fleeting interest, nor was she here just to play. Unrestricted, she crushed the competition in the preliminaries. Many who were envious of her handsome face went up to insult her, only to be swept off in a matter of seconds.
Her swift and tempestuous termination of her challengers intimidated the rest into inaction. However, the imperial family was quite displeased at her incredible performance. Huangâerâs momentum was so fierce that a clean sweep of everyone seemed inevitable. This was entirely unwanted.
They had set up this event in order to foster relationships with the Ten Divine Nationsâ geniuses. They werenât planning on marrying off the princess off to a wandering cultivator!
The fellow was certainly extremely handsome and talented, but his self-proclaimed status as a jianghu wanderer gave the imperials a headache. That was just another name for a wandering cultivator!
The Bluesmoke Isles had raised the princess for many years. It wasnât going to give her up to a mere wanderer, even if that meant the entire event was called off.
âImpossible. We have to find a way to get rid of this guy.â Bluesmoke began to call in stronger opponents to force the intrepid interloper off the arena.
Alas, itâd underestimated this wandering cultivatorâs strength. Huangâer easily dismissed both of her new challengers. Her record now totaling ten straight wins, she entered the area designated for the next round.
Amid the cheering of the crowd, Huangâer flashed a dashing smile, cupping a fist at Ling Biâer. âPrincess Bi, I fell in love with you at first sight. Iâll win your hand in the finals and sweep you off your feet. You wonât marry anyone else other than me!â She finished her speech with a softly ringing laugh and flew off the stage.
Yan Qingsang approached her with a foul expression. âWhatâre you doing, Huangâer?â he intoned in a low voice. âAre you targeting me or what?â
âYouâve got the wrong person, friend. I am Mu Gaoqi, a wandering cultivator, thank you very much.â Huangâer burst out laughing.
âNow youâre just trying to tick me off, huh?â Yan Qingsang smiled wryly.
Huangâer shrugged. âDonât take yourself so seriously, Yan Qingsang. There are at least a dozen or so cultivators in the next round who are stronger than you. How much hope do you think you have in winning?â
Yan Qingsang knew as much. He had participated only for some self-gratification; he didnât specifically want to marry the princess, but he hated to lose. He was upset at Huangâerâs jab, but only a little. It was something that was easily recovered from.
Jiang Chen smiled and clapped Yan Qingsang on the shoulder. âBrother Yan, it seems that you and the princess arenât fated to be together, hahaha.â
Yan Qingsang rolled his eyes, but laughed mirthfully once more. âI admit that I canât beat Huangâer, but I just had another thought. What if the princess picks you, Huangâer? What will you do? Will you marry her and take her with you back to House Yan?â
âWhy not?â Huangâer grinned cheekily. âDo you have a problem with that?â
âWhat? You, m-marry her? Really?â Yan Qingsang stuttered. âYou... you canât be serious!â
âIâll take her home and give her to someone else. Why canât I do that?â Huangâer replied seriously.
âOh?â Yan Qingsangâs eyes brightened. âOur surname is the same. We have the same grandfather, right? Weâre very close...â
âWhatâre you thinking about, Yan Qingsang?â Huangâer raised an eyebrow. âYou canât seriously think Iâll give the princess to you?â
âWhat, you wonât?â Yan Qingsang blinked.
Huangâer smiled serenely. âOf course not. You have quite an imagination.â
âWho, then?â Yan Qingsang was almost despondent.
âWho would I give her to?â Huangâer muttered to herself, then glanced at Jiang Chen. âSir Shao Yuan, of course. Arenât you guys trying to earn his permanent attachment? If I help him get a wife, heâll settle himself in and help House Yan to the best of his ability. Wouldnât that be nice?â
Huangâer seemed only half-joking. Yan Qingsang opened his mouth, but couldnât find any words to say.
Jiang Chen was the same way. He had no idea how to respond. He suddenly felt that Huangâerâs actions had another motive behind them. He smiled wryly to himself.
Heâd seen her cleverness back in the human domain, but not how playful she could be. Now, he had the newfound knowledge that she could play pranks with tremendous spirit.
The preliminaries ended under the crowdâs collective eye.
Two hundred or so had managed to make it into the second round.
At least half of these were geniuses from the Ten Divine Nations â the very ones whoâd attended the ancient jade festival. In fact, most of them were in attendance. Only the few who were especially prominent and skilled, such as Ye Zhou, had abstained.
Evidently, even geniuses from the Ten Divine Nations liked pretty girls and wealth. They didnât feel it below their station to attend an event hosted by a second-rate faction like the Bluesmoke Isles.
After all, there were only so many female cultivators from large factions. Many of the male cultivators wouldnât have an opportunity to marry someone of equal status. Especially talented female cultivators either remained unmarried or married another top genius of equal stature.
The youngsters whoâd come to the ancient jade festival were largely not top-tier within their houses, with a few exceptions. Therefore, they werenât about to give up a golden opportunity like this.
It was better to be a small-time leader than a big-time grunt. If one could win the princessâs hand in marriage, being the emperorâs son-in-law wasnât half so bad. The competition was all the fiercer because of it.
Just as Huangâer had predicted, Yan Qingsang was eliminated after a few rounds. He was mildly saddened by this turn of events.
âBrother Yan, your loss only shows where you need to improve,â Jiang Chen comforted the youth. âYou missed out on Bluesmokeâs princess, but youâll find someone better in the future.â
âItâs alright, donât comfort me,â Yan Qingsang replied sadly. âI know myself well enough. Iâm not first-rate even in House Yan. It seems I must really work harder.â
âIf you trust me, Brother Yan, Iâll help you become first-rate in House Yan. First-rate in the Ten Divine Nations, even!â Jiang Chen suddenly declared.
âHmm? You, help me?â Yan Qingsang was a bit skeptical.
âYes. The ancient jade we got will definitely help you tremendously. You arenât lacking talent, just resources from your house. If you calculate the jade in terms of resources, you are more well-endowed than the best of your peers!â
Yan Qingsangâs eyes brightened. âNow that you put it that way, my fighting spirit is back!â
The young man fixed his gaze upon his friend. No matter how he looked at this Brother Shao Yuan, he was well pleased with his find. If his cousin wasnât in such a sticky situation, he would have liked to shove Huangâer at his companion to ensure everlasting friendship.
âBrother, I know you like Huangâer, yes? Do you know why Iâm opposed to it? You must know who Xiahou Zong is. Heâs the number one genius in House Xiahou and Eternal Divine Nation. Even in the entirety of the Ten Divine Nations, heâs touted to be top three...â
âYouâre going too far, Brother Yan,â Jiang Chen replied coolly. âIâm not much interested in House Xiahouâs matters.â
Yan Qingsang sighed softly, but held his tongue.
âLetâs keep watching the fights. Iâd like to see what my cousin ends up doing.â Now that he was out of the running, the young man from House Yan lightened up completely. He was here purely for the spectacle.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Over the next few days, Ling Biâer didnât need to be pressed to watch the fights taking place in the arena. The imperial family was charmed by this change. Had the princess finally accepted what she needed to do? Was her heart being moved by the geniuses from the Ten Divine Nations?
Regardless of reason, it was good to see her be proactive.
Huangâerâs talents were remarkable even in the Ten Divine Nations. If not for the Generation Binding Curse, she would be much stronger than she was now. The fact that the actual top geniuses whoâd come to the jade festival werenât here made her bouts even more trivial.
A few rounds were enough for her to enter the quarterfinals.
According to the rules, the princess could pick her husband from the contestants now. If she wanted to ponder the subject further, then the tournament needed to continue.
âAre you going to choose your favorite now, Your Highness, or shall they fight on?â The middle-aged imperial prince asked with a smile.
âI can choose now,â Ling Biâer answered impassively.
The imperial family was collectively agape at this. Theyâd prepared themselves that she would reject making a choice. Thankfully, she was being unexpectedly straightforward. So much so that they didnât quite know how to react!
Some snickered to themselves. âShe usually pretends to be aloof, but sheâs actually more anxious than anyone. Looks like she was just feigning her reluctance before.â
Ling Biâer didnât care what the imperial family members thought. She was more interested in who the man called Mu Gaoqi actually was. She intuitively believed that he had come for her. Furthermore, he was someone he knew.
She needed to figure out everything related to all this. The marriage itself was immaterial. If she adamantly refused in the end, it wasnât like he could force her.