Ning Peilan clenched her fists, her gaze fixed on the delicate face before her, secretly vowing revenge.
The more Feng Ninghe appeared detached, as if nothing mattered, the more Ning Peilan longed to shatter her composed facade.
She was eager to see how Feng Ninghe would weep when the actual arena matches began.
"Peilan."
At that moment, a slightly scolding male voice reached her ears.
Ning Ting arrived beside her, his handsome face etched with a hint of displeasure. "The first round of the competition has already concluded. What are you still doing standing here?"
Ning Peilan's annoyance intensified. She shot a resentful glance at Feng Ninghe and then turned to leave.
"Miss Feng, my apologies. Peilan has always been rather undisciplined since childhood."
Ning Ting, however, was reasonable. He offered a polite apology, though his expression remained largely unchanged.
Ning Peilan was somewhat spoiled, but she had the means to be so.
For an ordinary person, such arrogance would be impossible to maintain.
Feng Ninghe looked up at him, her voice clear and crisp. "Young Master Ning, you are Ning Peilan's fiancé. Since you know she has been undisciplined since childhood, you should teach her some manners. I have a good temper and did not act against her, but anyone else might not have been so tolerant."
The implication was that others would have already taken action against Ning Peilan.
She chose not to act because she couldn't be bothered with scoundrels, but that didn't mean she was easily bullied.
Such an arrogant tone, however, caused Ning Ting to raise his eyebrows, his displeasure evident in his voice. "Feng Ninghe, if we were to truly fight, the outcome would be uncertain. Do not speak too presumptuously."
He knew that Ning Peilan had been arrogant and in the wrong first.
But Feng Ninghe's arrogant tone was truly irritating.
As his gaze fell upon Feng Ninghe's exquisite face, a hint of regret involuntarily appeared in his eyes.
What a pity, such a face.
Feng Ninghe, clad in white, possessed a touch of cold aloofness at the corners of her eyes. Her serene face exuded an indescribable allure, her peerlessly stunning beauty captivating the heart.
For the Hundred Arena Tournament, she had tidied herself up a bit.
Because today, she intended to make everyone in Li City remember her name.
She was Feng Ninghe, the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo.
And also the waste that the world had called her since childhood.
Feng Ninghe's gaze shifted from him to the arena, and she didn't forget to call out, "Young Master Ning, you are blocking my view. Please move aside."
"You..."
Ning Ting was somewhat displeased, but Feng Ninghe's indifferent demeanor left him with nothing to say.
Helplessly, he withdrew his gaze.
When Ning Ting returned to his seat, Ning Peilan eagerly looked at him. "What did Feng Ninghe say to you?"
Ning Ting gently shook his head. "Nothing."
There were some things he didn't need to say. Given Ning Peilan's temperament, it would only make her more enraged.
It was better to avoid unnecessary trouble. Even if Feng Ninghe was a cultivation prodigy, she was still the acting head of the Feng family and a disciple of Immortal Xu. There was no need to offend her too severely.
"The bamboo slip list is out!"
Ning Peilan exclaimed, as if she had discovered something, pointing to a notice board near the arena. "In previous years, the Hundred Arena Tournament would inscribe the match pairings on bamboo slips. By infusing spiritual energy into the slips, one can check the list of opponents!"
She eagerly infused spiritual energy into the bamboo slip, anxiously scanning the list.
She was the first to compete, and the first round of trials had already concluded. What she cared about was who Feng Ninghe would be matched against.
Ning Ting's speed in infusing spiritual energy was no less than Ning Peilan's.
Upon seeing that his opponent was an unremarkable peer, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His gaze continued to slide down, and when he saw a familiar name, his vision involuntarily paused.
Feng Ninghe's opponent was actually...
As the bamboo slip list was revealed, countless cultivators began checking the pairings.
Feng Ninghe also saw who she was matched against.
Xiao Zhao, nestled excitedly in her arms, whined with its large sapphire eyes.
Master, in ten more matches, it will be your turn to appear.
It will soon be your home ground.
Feng Ninghe couldn't help but smile. The smile on her clean, fair cheeks was exceptionally charming.
She gently stroked Xiao Zhao with her slender, fair hand. "You're right, it is my home ground."
On the other side.
Feng Tongtong excitedly crushed the porcelain cup in her hand, her eyes filled with hatred as she stared intently at the bamboo slip list.
Sensing Feng Tongtong's unusual behavior, Madam Zhang gently patted her hand. "Tongtong, don't let others see your true feelings too soon. If you don't act too harshly unintentionally, it won't stir up trouble."
Only then did she suppress the hatred in her eyes and nod obediently, indicating her understanding. "Mother, don't worry, I know what I need to do next."
"Feng Ninghe is fighting Feng Tongtong?"
"Feng Ninghe is truly unlucky. Feng Tongtong's cultivation has already reached the early stage of Guangqi. With this pairing, Feng Ninghe will be eliminated as soon as she enters the arena."
"But Feng Ninghe is, after all, a disciple of Immortal Xu. She shouldn't be so weak that she can't even withstand a single move, right?"
For a moment, the crowd buzzed with discussion, all waiting to witness a spectacle.
Rumor had it that Feng Ninghe was a cultivation waste. They were curious, just how wasteful was this cultivation waste?
The elders of the Feng family saw their expressions subtly change the moment they saw the list.
One could only say that Feng Ninghe's luck was truly terrible, facing Feng Tongtong in the very first match.
Among the younger generation of the Feng family, apart from Feng Qingcheng, who had gone to the Immortal Sect and possessed exceptional talent, Feng Tongtong was the most gifted.
"Tongtong, when you fight Ninghe later, go easy on her. Don't let her lose too quickly," the Great Elder advised softly.
The outcome of this match was already apparent to everyone.
Feng Ninghe facing Feng Tongtong had no chance of winning. As long as she could hold on for a while longer, it wouldn't be considered a disgrace.
Feng Tongtong couldn't hide the pride in her eyes. She smiled charmingly, displaying a demeanor of understanding propriety. "Great Elder, rest assured, I know what I'm doing. I will definitely go easy on my elder sister. After all, she is the acting head of the family now. We can't let her lose too miserably, or it would be embarrassing."
These words made her appear knowledgeable and courteous.
It also earned a nod of slight satisfaction from other members of the Feng family.
"Ninghe, since you have participated in the competition, you should go on stage and show your face. Regardless of the outcome, it's not important. The emphasis is on participation."
The Great Elder specifically looked at Feng Ninghe and reminded her softly.
Feng Ninghe nodded generously, indicating her understanding. "The Great Elder is right. Since I've already participated, I should at least get on stage and experience the atmosphere."
These words reached Feng Tongtong's ears, and she couldn't hide the arrogance in her eyes. She simply smiled and said, "Elder Sister, you can only blame your bad luck for encountering me."
The other younger members of the Feng family looked at her with pity.
Feng Guangyao gently patted Feng Tongtong's hand, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
This match was a rare opportunity for them. As long as Feng Ninghe died on the arena, all their troubles would be solved.
Feng Tongtong met Feng Guangyao's gaze and slowly nodded, indicating her understanding of his intentions.
She would go all out and deliver a fatal blow, giving Feng Ninghe no chance to breathe.