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Chapter 111 - 106: There’s a Scheme

Chapter 111: Chapter 106: There’s a Scheme

Below the stage.

Watching Zhu Lin being chased around by Sheng Linglong’s swinging fists.

Shi Nian fell silent for a moment before asking, "Doesn’t Brother Zhu Lin recognize Sheng Linglong?"

Usually reserved and shy, Sheng Linglong becomes unrecognizably fierce in battle, a fact that, she thought, should be well-known throughout the Divine Martial Sect...

Lin Tiantian chuckled: "Just wait for a moment."

Then she slipped away.

It wasn’t long before she came back.

"I’ve inquired about it. Brother Zhu Lin has been training outside these past few years. He only came back for the tournament, so he’s not very familiar with Sheng Linglong. He went back to cultivate in every spare minute after his match a couple of days ago, never having seen Linglong’s battles," Lin Tiantian explained.

"You’re pretty good," Shi Nian said, visibly impressed.

It’s not her skills she was amazed at but Lin Tiantian’s gossip-gathering speed.

Lin Tiantian just grinned, "So-so."

On the stage.

Sheng Linglong had Zhu Lin pinned down, furiously swinging her fists.

Zhu Lin struggled a few times, but unable to break free, he could only despairingly say, "I concede, I concede."

The red in Sheng Linglong’s eyes slowly faded, and seeing Zhu Lin, who she had beaten to a swollen face, she was nearly in tears.

"Brother Zhu Lin, I’m so sorry," Sheng Linglong hurriedly stood up, head lowered like a child who had done something wrong.

"It’s... it’s okay," Zhu Lin said, struggling to get up, looking at Sheng Linglong’s expression with some puzzlement.

What’s with this woman?

She wouldn’t be toying with him, would she?

However.

Sheng Linglong’s strength was undeniable; he indeed couldn’t beat her, and there was nothing more to say about that.

"Sheng Linglong wins!"

"Chen Feng wins!"

"Han Peirong wins!"

And then there was Ding Yi, who automatically advanced to the top four by default.

Aside from the three hot candidates for the championship, Ding Yi is another disciple of the Fire Flame Venerable.

This time entering the top four was just good luck.

The Fire Flame Venerable was already used to it.

His disciples are perennial runners-up in the top four.

Today’s competitions concluded, Zhu Lin and Ding Yi approached the Fire Flame Venerable.

"Master," Zhu Lin couldn’t help but ask, "What’s with Sheng Linglong?"

The Fire Flame Venerable looked at him with a schadenfreude smile: "Just that. Did you enjoy the beating?"

Zhu Lin: "...Master, are you actually taking pleasure in my misfortune?"

"Not at all," the Fire Flame Venerable immediately responded, "I just believe that failure leads to progress. I have faith that you’ll win the next time."

Zhu Lin waved his hands repeatedly, "Forget it, forget it. That Sheng Linglong is practically a fierce beast. I feel that, in terms of strength, both Chen Feng and Han Peirong are not her match. Sheng Linglong is likely to be the champion this time."

Ding Yi: "...Brother? What about me??? I also made it into the top four???"

Zhu Lin gave him a glance, "Congratulations, little brother, on securing the fourth place."

Ding Yi: "..."

His heart is tired.

Zhu Lin’s judgment was shared by many; the word inside the Divine Martial Sect was that Sheng Linglong was likely to take the championship this time.

In the Sect Leader’s abode.

The Sect Leader spoke slowly, "Sheng Linglong’s growth has somewhat exceeded my expectations. Chen Feng, Peirong, both of you facing her might not stand much chance."

Chen Feng and Han Peirong both looked somewhat reluctant to accept this.

The Sect Leader glanced at them and said, "However, we absolutely must not let this championship slip by. Among you two, I have decided that Peirong will face Sheng Linglong first. Peirong, the Cold Ice Marrow can be used."

Han Peirong’s expression turned serious, "Master, should it be used here? The Cold Ice Sword can only produce one piece of Cold Ice Marrow every ten years."

The power of Cold Ice Marrow is immense, and Han Peirong was somewhat reluctant to use it.

Sect Leader spoke emotionlessly, "No need to go up; you probably can’t win against Sheng Linglong. Compared to the title of champion, a piece of Cold Ice Marrow is nothing. Peirong, if you can win against Sheng Linglong, that would be best. But if you can’t win, she’ll definitely suffer injuries that she won’t recover from in the short term, allowing Chen Feng to easily claim the title. This is the best arrangement."

Chen Feng’s face brightened with joy: "Master, this arrangement is very proper."

Han Peirong pursed her lips, somewhat reluctantly: "Master, why not let Senior Brother face Sheng Linglong first? Disciple... Disciple also wishes to vie for the title."

"Peirong," Chen Feng looked at her in astonishment, "How could you have such thoughts? Among us two, obviously it’s better if I win the championship."

Han Peirong asked seriously, "Why? Why is it better if you win?"

Chen Feng was at a loss for words and retorted bluntly, "We’ve been together for a while now, and you’re still competing with me for this – don’t you love me?"

Han Peirong furrowed her brow: "Then why can’t you let me do it? Don’t you love me?"

"Why are you being so unreasonable!"

Han Peirong didn’t understand: "I’m trying to reason here."

Sect Leader was somewhat irritated: "Enough, what’s the point of arguing. When it’s time to draw lots, let Peirong draw. Inside the box, on all four slips of paper, there are the name of Sheng Linglong, just pick one. In the semi-finals, Peirong will draw Sheng Linglong, the others will be automatically placed into the other group, no need to draw again. Peirong, when the time comes, just do your best to deplete Sheng Linglong’s energy, then use the Cold Ice Marrow to injure her Divine Soul. Like this, Chen Feng will certainly be able to win the title."

Chen Feng quickly agreed.

Han Peirong was silent for a while, but in the end, she agreed too.

She couldn’t defy Master’s words.

But... she still wasn’t convinced.

Why should she? Why should she act as cannon fodder, only for Senior Brother to win the championship?

She was not inferior to Senior Brother.

Even if it was decided by drawing lots, allowing a fair duel, Han Peirong could accept that.

But this, she could not accept.

Han Peirong lowered her gaze, hiding the coldness in her eyes.

The position of the champion, she wanted it too, and she would never give up so easily.

"Peirong, don’t be angry anymore. Once I win the title, I will share the rewards with you," Chen Feng approached her as if nothing had happened.

Han Peirong smiled, "Okay."

But.

Winning the title herself would be much better. Why... wait for others to share?

Chen Feng looked at Han Peirong, thinking she willingly accepted this arrangement, and he too felt at ease.

The next day.

The draw began.

For the semi-finals, it sufficed to send one representative to draw.

Han Peirong eagerly volunteered, and no one objected.

She stepped forward, drew a slip at random, unfolded it, and as expected, it was Sheng Linglong.

The judge glanced at it and confirmed the result.

"Han Peirong against Sheng Linglong, Chen Feng against Ding Yi."

This grouping result echoed across the square.

Sect Leader relaxed slightly, very good, everything was unfolding just as he had imagined.

But in the next moment.

Below the stage, there was a rising buzz of whispers.

The disciples were talking among themselves, with strange expressions as if they were extremely surprised by this result.

Moreover, the noise was getting louder, not showing any sign of subsiding.

Chen Feng heard fragments of conversation, his face slightly changing.

What were these people talking about?

"What’s going on!" Sect Leader exclaimed, "Everyone, silence!"

The square quieted down, the crowd looked at the Sect Leader’s expression, which turned even stranger.

Sect Leader felt something was off and called over a disciple, whispering a few words.

After a while, the disciple came back and reported quietly.

"Master, something called All-Worlds Communication was released from Ling Tian Peak, and ten minutes before the draw, someone anonymously posted a message, claiming this draw was rigged, that the results had been arranged in advance. The post predicted the draw results. They are exactly the same as now... as they are."

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