The young man was the son of Chu Qingyu's father's deputy general, named Tan Youzhi.
As his name suggested, he harbored great ambitions. His goal was to become the City Lord of Ascending City.
Therefore, his approach and flattery towards Chu Qingyu were not solely for her beauty.
Beauty was just one aspect. His primary objective was, after becoming intimate with Chu Qingyu, to obtain his family's resources and thus gain access to the City Lord, thereby securing the utmost attention.
Everyone knew that Chu Qingyu's father was the cousin of City Lord Chu Dong, and their relationship was extremely close.
Furthermore, the City Lord was alone, with no children. The position of City Lord in the future would undoubtedly be passed down to a family member.
Chu Qingyu's husband would be a family member. As long as he was strong enough, he would have a chance.
This was the main purpose of his approaching Chu Qingyu, with beauty taking a backseat.
As the saying goes, a beautiful woman is desired by a gentleman. Naturally, there were many who pursued Chu Qingyu. However, Tan Youzhi possessed a significant advantage: his father was Chu Kangbo's deputy general, and their families were considered close. This was why Tan Youzhi could stay by Chu Qingyu's side.
Tan Youzhi looked at Chu Qingyu before him, a hint of ferocity and greed flashing in his eyes. In his mind, he had already ripped off Chu Qingyu's clothes hundreds of times, yet he maintained a smiling facade.
"Miss Chu, the duel has begun."
Tan Youzhi, with a composed expression, spoke slowly to Chu Qingyu.
As a sycophant, Tan Youzhi was qualified. Perhaps only such individuals could truly win over someone they liked.
Chu Qingyu did not respond to Tan Youzhi, her gaze fixed on the stage with great interest.
Another drawback of Chu Qingyu was her poor cultivation talent. At her age, she had not yet reached the Saint Lord realm. As for her family's cultivation resources, they were inexhaustible for her current stage of cultivation.
Thus, Chu Qingyu was very interested in the battle between the two Saint Kings on stage.
While Chu Qingyu was engrossed in the spectacle, a male voice beside her said, "Who do you think will win?"
Chu Qingyu frowned and looked at the man beside her. Seeing his handsome features, her sense of aversion slightly diminished.
Moreover, the man's smile was as warm as spring breeze, his eyes clear, showing no trace of ill intent. Only then did Chu Qingyu deign to reply, "I think the Saint King in white will win, as he won last time."
Xia Feng smiled slightly and shook his head, saying, "The one in blue will win."
Xia Feng, having nothing else to do, had come out for a stroll. Because there was a duel happening here, he came to watch.
Just as he arrived at the fighting arena, Little Piggy informed him that the aura of the Seven-Colored Plate was present. So, Xia Feng followed Little Piggy's guidance and arrived beside Chu Qingyu.
Since he was here, and the Seven-Colored Plate was worn by Chu Qingyu, they were bound to meet eventually. He decided to greet her.
This led to the scene that had just unfolded.
Chu Qingyu did not believe him and maintained her stance, firmly stating, "I don't believe it. I still think the one in white will win."
"The one in blue will win," Xia Feng also stood by his conviction.
Chu Qingyu was soon drawn in by Xia Feng, retorting, "Since you are so confident that the Saint King in blue will win, let's make a bet."
A smile played on Xia Feng's lips as he nodded.
"Alright."
This was exactly what he was waiting for. He planned to win her jade pendant in the bet, and then compensate her with other things.
"I really don't believe it. What do you want to bet? No unreasonable demands," Miss Chu's temper flared up, and she directly challenged Xia Feng to a bet.
Chu Qingyu's unreasonable demands naturally referred to matters of a romantic or sexual nature, which Xia Feng had no intention of betting on.
Xia Feng smiled and said,
"If you lose, give me the jade pendant on your neck. If I lose, you can name any request."
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