386: But You Must Treat Me to a Meal

But You Must Treat Me to a Meal

Both the matches in the first round were already over. A short while later, the crowd began to leave the arena. After recuperating for three days, Nan Xia Country, Dong Xing Country, and last year's champion, Shang Yuan Country, would go through the second round of drawing lots. Whoever was lucky would get to draw a bye and proceeddirectly to the finals.2

No one knew who would be lucky enough to draw a bye, and who would be competing with Shang Yuan Country in the next match. Everyone was full of excitement as they discussed the possibilities.

The results for both matches today were far beyond the people's expectations. Nan Xia Country had gained victory through a torturous match and became the greatest dark horse of the competition, while Dong Xing Country had easily defeated their rival with a perfect win. They had showed extraordinary cultivation. Who would be the champion in the end? Even the seasoned spectators who had seen a lifetime of competitions could not guess.

Ling Chuxi did not think about it any further. Once she returned to the posthouse, she immediately went to check on Baili Han's wounds.

"How bad are his wounds?" The envoy asked worriedly.

"They're not that serious. Apply the medicine and let him rest, and he should be fine. However, he definitely cannot participate in the competitions later on." Ling Chuxi took out a bottle of medicine and passed it to Baili Han.

Baili Han's understanding of the realm of Great Fulfilment and his usage of Battle Qi was unique in its own way. The defense of his flawless swordplay was so good that even after enduring such a heavy blow, his meridians and bones were uninjured. If it were other experts of the Great Fulfilment, they might have already become cripples and would not have been able to cultivate for the rest of their lives.

"Ah!" The envoy's eyes widened. If Baili Han could not participate, there would only be both Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen left for the competitions later on.

Baili Han's shoulders slumped, but he had expected as much.

"Rest assured, we will still fight. Even if there was only one of us remaining, we would still be the champion," Ling Yichen said to Baili Han firmly.

"Yes." Baili Han gripped Ling Yichen's hand tightly.

"Oh, one thing. When we return, please do not tell Xinyu about what happened. I do not want her to be worried," Baili Han said awkwardly.

"Sure, but you need to treat me to a meal," Ling Chuxi nodded and said slyly, raising her eyebrows. 

"Eat, eat, eat. You only know how to eat." Ling Yichen laughed helplessly and shook his head.

"Sure, I'll treat you to a meal," Baili Han promised seriously.

"Ah, Baili Han. You are such a good person. You will definitely live a long life." Ling Chuxi giggled. 

"Forget it. Your standard of a good person is too low." The corners of Baili Han's lips twitched and he rolled his eyes.

The depressing atmosphere brightened suddenly, and all of them felt content.

Seeing Ling Chuxi's relaxed smile and Ling Yichen's calm expression, the envoy was relieved. If they said they could take the championship, then they would definitely do it. For some reason, the envoy trusted them immensely.

"Miss Ling, Brother Ling. You guys have returned. How is Brother Baili's injury? It shouldn't be too serious, right?" Li Shaoqiu walked into the posthouse and asked. Ever since they had eaten together, he had started calling Ling Yichen and Baili Han his brothers and stuck to them like glue.

"I'm alright, nothing too serious," Baili Han assured him.

"That's great, that's great." Li Shaoqiu patted his chest. The scene earlier had scared him.

"Young Master Li, what are you doing here? Have you come to treat us to a meal?" Ling Chuxi smiled, her eyes bright as she asked Li Shaoqiu.

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