Gu Zhe was so excited he was practically dancing, almost losing himself in his joy.
Especially at the moment Lian Yihan was struck down from the stage, Gu Zhe’s entire being was ablaze.
“Lin’er, you’re amazing,” Liu Jingru called out enthusiastically from below the stage, waving.
“Lin’er is just as I predicted, dealing with this so-called person is like playing with a monkey,” Qing’e Ma nodded happily.
As Xia Lin left the stage, it was time for others to take their turn. Currently, Ma Yuqin and Liu Jingru had not yet appeared.
Lian Bin’s face was ashen; he truly hadn’t expected Gu Zhe to be this kind of person.
There was also something he couldn’t quite understand: why was his son so mediocre?
After cultivating in a hidden sect for so long, was this all he amounted to?
Defeated in the first round, this wasn't a competition; it felt like he was being toyed with, like a dog being led around. When did such an unbelievably powerful sect emerge?
Gu Xiaofang quickly helped Lian Yihan up and whispered, “Senior Brother, it’s my fault, I distracted you, making you less energetic before the match.”
“It’s fine, it has nothing to do with you. I really couldn’t beat her. She’s incredibly strong. No matter how I tried to evade, she could always pinpoint my location.”
Lian Yihan shook his head, indicating it wasn’t Gu Xiaofang’s fault. Losing the match was due to his own lack of skill, what did driving have to do with it?
He wasn’t part of the national football team, staying up all night racing cars until his foot was numb from the accelerator.
He was a martial artist, driving a small car was nothing, it had no connection whatsoever.
“Mhm, then tonight let’s choose another exciting place, how about the roof of your house?” Gu Xiaofang said softly, supporting Lian Yihan and leaning against him.
“No, absolutely not. That’s too stimulating,” Lian Yihan quickly shook his head.
“Then how about right here on the stage? After they finish during the day, we can come and fight at night,” Gu Xiaofang suggested quietly, pointing at the stage.
“We’ll see,” Lian Yihan replied, already walking back to his father’s side.
“What’s going on with you?” Lian Bin asked his son with a dejected tone.
He had even said he was going to win first place. Thinking about it now made him blush. The critical point was that Gu Zhe had also become foolish.
“Han’er, that was excellent. I appreciate you very much. When we return to the sect, I will reward you handsomely,” Gu Zhe said, patting his shoulder heavily before Lian Yihan could even answer.
Lian Yihan chuckled foolishly, not daring to speak. Your daughter has already been… we’re family now, so a gift is not important.
“Sect Leader Gu, what exactly is going on? Can someone give me an explanation?” Lian Bin felt like an idiot.
Wasn’t he just an idiot?
Everyone had agreed on everything before; it was all about winning first place.
Now Gu Zhe, seeing his son being beaten like a dog, not only applauded but also said he would reward him handsomely. Reward your mother’s… why don’t you reward your daughter to him?
It made it seem as if Lian Yihan had deliberately let Xia Lin win, just to let her win.
“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t know. Just understand this: even if I were to fight personally, I would directly kneel before that young lady,” Gu Zhe explained without exaggeration. Then, he felt that perhaps this statement was inappropriate, somewhat belittling Xia Lin.
Was he qualified to kneel before her?
Clearly not. He then continued, “No, I am not qualified to kneel before her. Rather, even if my ancestor were here, he would have to kneel before her and call her ‘Grand Aunt’.”
Lian Bin was completely bewildered, feeling that Gu Zhe’s madness had returned, and he was talking nonsense.
Lian Bin turned his gaze to his son, with an questioning look, as if asking: Is your master suffering from dementia?
Lian Yihan was also somewhat confused. When he rolled off the stage, he had heard Gu Zhe’s shouts, as if he were more excited than anyone when he was being beaten to death.
But Gu Zhe was his master, and more likely his future father-in-law, so he dared not inquire too much about the reason.
Lian Yihan looked at his father’s confused expression and shook his head.
It was just losing a match. He would come again tonight and conquer Gu Xiaofang on this stage, making her kneel and beg for mercy.
However, Gu Xiaofang was a gas-guzzler. Every time he drove, he had to push the accelerator to the limit, and he still couldn’t make her pick up speed.
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Gu Zhe, asking, “Is your ancestor not here?”
Gu Zhe turned around and respectfully said to Murong Tiangu, “Greetings, senior. My ancestor is in seclusion and did not come.”
He originally wanted to say that for such a minor competition, he himself didn’t want to come, let alone his ancestor.
But then he thought that it wasn’t right. Xia Feng was here, and if he called it a minor competition, wouldn’t that be slapping his own face?
“Fine, then that’s that,” Murong Tiangu said, preparing to leave. Then he turned to Gu Zhe and said, “My master is sitting over there. Do you think it’s appropriate for you to be sitting here?”
“Not appropriate, not appropriate at all. My mistake,” Gu Zhe apologized repeatedly.
Murong Tiangu glared at him without responding and turned to leave.
Gu Zhe swallowed and said, “Let’s leave quickly. Don’t sit here. We’re not qualified to be here at all.”
“What exactly happened?” Lian Bin asked again, confused.
“Alas… there are some things I really can’t tell you. Let me put it this way: the person who just came is a powerful Earthly Immortal. Do you understand now?” Gu Zhe dared not speak of Xia Feng’s matter and changed his explanation.
Lian Bin’s eyes widened upon hearing this, his liver and gall trembling with fear. An Earthly Immortal?
And an Earthly Immortal who respectfully called someone else “master”?
At this point, Lian Bin dared not ask any more questions. Recalling Gu Zhe’s fervent shouts earlier, which were intended to make Lian Yihan lose, he seemed to understand something instantly.
Gu Zhe didn’t say much more. He grabbed the still stunned Lian Bin and dragged him off the field.
Did you still have the right to sit here?
As the competition continued, Liu Jingru and Ma Yuqin took the stage one after another. Unsurprisingly, they easily crushed their opponents.
The top eight for the competition were soon decided. Besides the six from Xia Lin’s group, there were two participants from other sects.
As there wasn’t enough time today, the finals would commence tomorrow.
“Brother, I feel like I learned a lot today. Did you pay attention?” Xia Lin asked with a smile.
“I saw, I saw. It was very good,” Xia Feng nodded with satisfaction.
“Hehe… then tomorrow it will basically be our own people sparring,” Xia Lin said, looking at the list of the top eight, their group occupied six spots.
“Isn’t that good? Everyone can compete with a relaxed mind, no need to worry too much, and no one will get hurt,” Xia Feng advised.
“Mhm, okay. We’ll have fun tomorrow,” Xia Lin nodded.
Many sects were eliminated today. Those who didn’t want to watch any longer, and those who wanted to leave, had already departed.
Besides Xia Feng and his group, there were also people from the other two sects.
As for Gu Zhe, although he lost the match, he dared not leave. This perfectly suited Gu Xiaofang’s intentions.