"Young miss."
Feng Xiaoru quietly approached Feng Ninghe, speaking in a voice only they could hear. "Although the third young miss has agreed to let you win, I still feel this matter is not as simple as it seems. You should still be careful."
The simple words made Feng Ninghe look at Feng Xiaoru before her.
The maid in front of her had a delicate appearance, her face showing a hint of youthfulness.
"Why are you reminding me of this?"
She had no prior dealings with Feng Xiaoru, and this was even the first time they had spoken.
Yet, Feng Xiaoru started by reminding her to be cautious.
Feng Xiaoru was quite straightforward, speaking her mind. "Because I believe you will be a good family head. I don't want anything to happen to you."
If it weren't for Feng Ninghe, she wouldn't have known that Feng Guangyao had been withholding their resources all these years.
Feng Ninghe hadn't expected that the first person in the Feng family to support her as the family head would be this young maid.
Her heart warmed involuntarily, and a trace of warmth bloomed on her face.
"Don't worry, the one who will have trouble will definitely not be me."
Feng Ninghe's composed demeanor clearly showed she didn't take this competition seriously.
Feng Xiaoru didn't understand the meaning behind her words, only assuming she would stop if she couldn't win.
On the spectator seats.
A handsome man held a bone fan, sitting quietly.
Even while seated, he was strikingly conspicuous, effortlessly capturing the gaze of countless young women.
"Have you placed your bets yet?"
Sixth Master appeared at ease, his gaze unconsciously falling on a graceful figure seated amidst the crowd.
The woman had a slender figure, her white attire fitting her perfectly. The aloof aura she exuded was impossible to ignore.
The arena was packed, yet he could still spot Feng Ninghe in the crowd with a single glance.
Su Xian, seated beside Sixth Master, dutifully confirmed, "Sixth Master, I have placed one hundred thousand spirit stones on Feng Ninghe to win as you instructed. However, the outcome of this bet was decided from the beginning. Why must we waste these one hundred thousand spirit stones?"
Su Xian couldn't fathom, nor understand, Sixth Master's intentions.
While Liu Mian Pavilion wasn't lacking in one hundred thousand spirit stones, they weren't so extravagant as to squander them.
These one hundred thousand spirit stones could be put to great use elsewhere.
Feng Ninghe had no chance of winning, and Sixth Master wasn't a fool. Why would he gratuitously waste one hundred thousand spirit stones?
Facing the question, Sixth Master's expression remained unchanged, his deep eyes hiding a flicker of light. He moved his lips dismissively, "Someone has bet one million spirit stones on Feng Ninghe to win. The world is mocking this person for being so rich that they would throw away such a fortune. However, can someone who can afford to spend so many spirit stones be an ordinary person?"
Su Xian found his reasoning plausible.
But she still didn't believe Feng Ninghe would win.
This woman was notoriously a good-for-nothing, known to everyone.
Perhaps that person was just acting on a whim and didn't expect Feng Ninghe to win.
The matches on the stage proceeded one after another, and soon it was Feng Tongtong and Feng Ninghe's turn.
Xiao Zhao, with his plump figure, cheered her on.
Elder Xu's gaze was sharp, his eyes fixed on Feng Ninghe as if unable to look away, his heart filled with anticipation.
After five years, he could finally see this girl make a move.
"This eldest young lady of the Feng family is quite beautiful. Her face is as delicate as porcelain. It's a shame she's a cultivation waste."
"No, I must quickly place more bets to win more money. Once they enter the arena, no more bets can be placed. This Feng Ninghe is sure to lose. Whoever bet one million spirit stones on her to win is a complete fool!"
"Wait for me, I want to bet too! I'll add another thousand spirit stones on Feng Ninghe to lose!"
The cultivators present were in a constant buzz of discussion.
Ning Peilan hastily took out thirty thousand spirit stones to bet on Feng Ninghe to lose.
Under Ning Peilan's instigation, Ning Ting also took out ten thousand spirit stones.
Jiang Manman, clutching her spirit stone pouch, stared at the figure walking towards the arena for a long time, unable to make up her mind.
Recalling how Feng Ninghe had saved her, she finally placed her bet on Feng Ninghe to win.
After all, she was the one who had saved her. It was only right to place some spirit stones to support her.
Moreover, since bets had both wins and losses, even if she lost these spirit stones, it wouldn't matter to her.
In the crowd, two figures were moving rapidly.
"Quick, quick!"
Si Xin Xin pulled A Xi along as they hurried forward.
Her bright eyes scanned eagerly for an empty seat.
Finally, she found one and quickly sat down.
Seeing the two figures standing on the stage, Si Xin Xin couldn't help but pat her chest and whisper, "Good thing we didn't miss it."
A Xi's nerves were taut as he stared at the stage.
Thinking of the spirit stones he had invested, he felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.
He wished he could win in place of Feng Ninghe.
He instinctively squeezed his hands, a fine sheen of sweat already covering his forehead, and he prayed silently.
Feng Ninghe, for my spirit stones, you must fight! Even if you lose, at least hold on for a while on the stage, you must be worthy of my spirit stones...
On the stage, Feng Ninghe and Feng Tongtong stood quietly.
They faced each other, ready to fight.
Their presence there was like a perfect landscape.
Especially Feng Ninghe, her white attire highlighted her exquisite features, making her appear aloof and graceful, her aura elegant. Her phoenix eyes shimmered with light, exuding charm yet an extreme coldness.
Even Feng Qingcheng, the second young lady of the Feng family, renowned for her talent and beauty, would have to bow down to this captivating face.
"What a shame, such a face."
Bai Li Ye clicked his tongue, gazing regretfully at the stunning figure on the stage.
It was just that the owner of this peerless face was a waste.
Otherwise, why would he have been willing to offer her to Mo Zisang? It was just that Mo Zisang himself was a waste, letting the rabbit that was delivered to him escape.
Feng Ninghe stood there quietly, like an ethereal being, breathtakingly beautiful, causing Mo Zisang's breathing to quicken. A nameless fire burned inexplicably in his abdomen.
Such a beauty was only fit for him to possess...
Everyone stared intently at the stage, awaiting the outcome.
On the stage, the two stood motionless, waiting for the bells and drums to sound, signaling the start of the match.
Feng Tongtong's eyes blazed with sharp light, her hand impatiently gripping the hilt of her sword. She moved her lips slightly, sneering in a low voice, "Feng Ninghe, you didn't expect to face me in the first match, did you?"
"Indeed, I didn't expect it. After all, facing me in the first match, you are truly too unlucky."
Feng Ninghe mimicked her tone, sneering softly.
Feng Tongtong's gaze instantly turned cold, a murderous intent lingering in her eyes. Her voice also grew colder, "Feng Ninghe, you are still unaware of your impending doom. It's truly laughable. This time next year will be your death anniversary."
Feng Ninghe merely raised an eyebrow and gave her the middle finger.
"A junior's arrogance, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth. I can understand your ignorant and laughable state."
Her slightly mocking voice trailed off with the striking of the bells and drums.
Dong—
The bells and drums sounded, and the match began.
Unless one party conceded, the match would not end.