Chapter 818 - 35: Fairy Yu Bao Yu’Er

Chapter 818: Chapter 35: Fairy Yu Bao Yu’Er

Li Xin found his seat based on the numbered token. Their contestants’ area was in the middle, not the best location, but better than the average guests. As a newcomer, he sat at the back with a delicate spread of snacks before him and a menu of today’s martial arts matches.

First Match: Sea Tide Sect’s Feng Yi versus Thunderbolt Hall’s Xiang Wen

Second Match: Mixed Element Sect’s Bu Qianchen versus Sun Hall’s Zhao Wu

Third Match: Sword Heart Sect’s Ye Sanfeng versus Flame Stream Sect’s Yue Liuwan

Fourth Match: Gang Refining Hall’s Qi Chou versus Yin Yang Sect’s Dongfang Ruyu

Fifth Match: Loose Cultivator Ren Yanli (three consecutive matchs) versus Vajra Institute’s Chan Yuba

The opponents for the second and third match are yet to be determined.

The final match is the strongest and most anticipated. The default order puts the three consecutive match streak at the finale. Very few dare to attempt a three-streak, not because of winning or losing, but because of the real risk of being beaten to death.

Li Xin wasn’t particularly concerned, folding the menu as he gathered his Spiritual Ability in his eyes. It was truly impressive. The ordinary performance girls were incredibly beautiful, far surpassing the outer performances. Suddenly, he understood why people enjoyed visiting brothels to listen to songs. He hadn’t thought he’d ever reach this kind of day.

Knowing it was free, Li Xin didn’t hold back, sipping the tea, which had quite a good flavor. His palate, heightened by Ma Liu, was still enticed. If only Ma Liu were here, he’d quickly master this.

Around him, many cultivators wore distinct sect robes and had various items on their tables, some even had wine.

The aroma was enticing.

Suddenly, his tea didn’t seem as fragrant. Most here were acquainted, a place of social interaction and fame.

"We’re truly blessed today, didn’t expect Fairy Yu’Er to appear."

"She barely shows up here once every few months. Hahaha, coming today was worth it."

"It’s a pity many didn’t know she’d appear today. Otherwise, the martial arts arena’s level would rise significantly."

"Those competing today are fortunate, able to showcase their skills before Fairy Yu’Er."

The discussion revolved around Bao Yu’Er, everyone’s eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Although there was no prior notice, today’s battles are weighty, filled with experts. Huh, who’s this Ren Yanli attempting a three-streak?"

"A loose cultivator, do you know him?"

"No idea, probably some guy crazy for fame. It’s his first time, right? Facing Vajra Institute’s Blast Vajra, he’s likely to get beaten to death."

Amused and intrigued, the conversation quickly turned back to Bao Yu’Er.

Li Xin quickly downed his tea and snacks, glancing around but finding no attendant to cater to their area... No refills?

The entire Jiuxiao Building was packed, with a cacophony of sound, the symphony gradually melding: bells, qin, xiao, large drums, and other unfamiliar instruments. His poor aesthetic senses could only describe it as ’lingering three days’.

Accompanied by cheers and scattering flowers, Jiuxiao Building’s disciples descended from the sky, like fairies from heaven. Each barefoot, landing atop large drum surfaces, the music grew more vigorous.

Ching ching ching...

Shiny long swords drawn, elegant women, powerful drums, bare jade feet, fair-skinned beautiful legs, chilling long swords, harmonizing with music soft and hard at times. All eyes were captivated, spectators entranced, each woman’s sword dance beaming with splendor, every movement exquisite.

At this moment, a woman in a plain gauze long dress descended from the sky, spiraling through the air, her toes tapping a ribbon mid-air, her figure swaying like a rootless feather, gracefully falling. In an instant, she seemed enveloped in a moonlight-woven halo, illuminating her completely. Her finely drawn features were delicate as a painting; a dot of vermillion between her brows vivid as blood; her hair cascading like a waterfall instead of gathered in a high bun, tracing a glossy arc as she soared.

As the drumbeat quickened, her toes hooked the ribbon, rising mid-air, stretching into a graceful S-shaped curvature, embodying the "three bends," the essence of the sword dance. Her swan-like neck was long and snowy, her waist supple, and her hips alluringly hidden—every inch telling the tale of balance between body and beauty;

With a flick of her long sleeves, two swords danced wildly around her, sometimes like twin dragons twining, sometimes like a peacock spreading its feathers, she spun through several high-speed rotations mid-air, her skirt layers blooming and folding like an uptorn night flower in the breeze. Tassels in her hair trembled intensely but never fell, everything around her rendered irrelevant by her dance.

As the music reached its climax, she launched upwards with sudden force, almost touching Jiuxiao Building’s lofty dome, halting at the peak, arms spread wide like a great winged creature, bending her body against nature until her palms touched her ankles, forming a perfect arch suspended mid-air, snow-white yet untouched by secrecy, leaving viewers yearning.

At that moment, the swords vanished, replaced by a silver wine pot in her hands. Tilting it, a crystalline stream of wine plummeted straight down, landing precisely into the nightlight cup hanging in mid-air, sparking thunderous applause throughout the hall;

Bao Yu’Er gently landed back on the ground, noiselessly on her toes, footsteps on the reflective gold bricks leaving a faint cold fragrance, as if the enthralling flying sword dance was but an entrancing, unwilling dream.

"This cup of wine is for today’s victor."

Bao Yu’Er’s captivating voice permeated throughout, stirring the hearts of the men present, triggering an instant eruption of fervent cheers, Li Xin couldn’t help but join in the applause.

Such a performance must be raking in profits!

What a mastery of the craft, if he had the money, he’d be compelled to spend it too.

While everyone fixated on Bao Yu’Er, one person in the contestants’ area watched Li Xin intently.

It was Duan Zhengyang, without his disguise today, accompanied by his senior brother, Chu Zhan.

Confinement?

Not one bit. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, eventually sneaking out to reclaim his ground. Even at the cost of being punished by his senior sister, he had to restore his pride!

"Junior Brother, stop staring, he’s already up for a three-streak, no escaping now. This is a day of unbelievable luck, didn’t expect Bao Yu’Er to appear. Can you help your Senior Brother win this cup of wine? If you secure it, I’ll handle the senior sister." Chu Zhan said.

"I’m afraid he’ll get beaten to death by Vajra Institute’s Chan Yuba. Why don’t you talk to Chan Yuba? He’ll definitely give you face."

"It’s fine, it’s fine. That kid dares a three-streak; while somewhat arrogant, he won’t get killed. A loose cultivator this bold might secretly belong to a renowned family."

"Alright!" Zhengyang agreed in one breath. He was uninterested in women and wine but determined to reclaim his pride.

"You’re truly my good junior brother!" Chu Zhan laughed heartily.

If Bao Yu’Er had pre-announced her performance tonight, Duan Zhengyang’s chances were slim. However, today’s surprise appearance was a Jiuxiao Building tactic, offering occasional surprises to make guests feel they’ve lucked out, making them eager to return every time.