The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard

The two senior brothers spoke, and at the critical moment between life and death, the Bearded Immortal set aside his pride and sheathed his longsword.

He cupped his hands towards Long Fei and said, "My friend, I admit defeat and leave myself to your disposal."

Long Fei chuckled, "Bearded Immortal, you’ve made the best decision of your life."

He gestured with his hand, "Take out the plaque you prepared for Qingcheng."

The people around jeered, "Eat it!"

"It’s delicious!"

"The Bearded Immortal is mighty!"

"Bearded Immortal, hurry and eat!"

"..."

The Bearded Immortal blushed, took out the plaque, and sheepishly clapped it into Long Fei’s hands.

A swish sounded, and the plaque flew up.

Long Fei raised his hand and struck it from a distance, shattering the plaque with a bang.

He grabbed a handful of debris from the air and handed it to the Bearded Immortal, "A bet is a bet, you don’t have to eat the whole thing."

The Bearded Immortal, taking the wood scraps, thought to himself that this kid had spared him some dignity.

He stuffed all the wood scraps into his mouth, finished them in a few bites, and cupped his hands towards Long Fei, "Thank you!"

Long Fei smiled lightly, "It’s nothing, let’s continue the competition!"

The initial defeat left the Disciples of Mount Shu feeling quite stifled.

They had come with full confidence, only to encounter such a formidable expert who completely derailed them.

On the Qingcheng side, their morale soared, and Daoist Fiery Cloud excitedly thanked Long Fei repeatedly in his heart, feeling he hadn’t misjudged him.

These two were indeed hidden masters, worthy of Qingcheng Sect’s acquaintanceship.

The loose cultivators were in an uproar, not expecting the Bearded Immortal to be defeated, and by such a young man no less.

The arena was buzzing and wouldn’t calm down for some time.

Finally, a male Disciple of Mount Shu stepped forward, shouting, "Xu Xuan of Mount Shu is here!"

The shout quieted the arena.

Only then did people focus on him, with the female cultivators screaming first, "Look, it’s Prince Xu Xuan!"

"Wow, is he really the most handsome of the third-generation Disciples of Mount Shu?"

"He’s indeed charming!"

"..."

Good looks can cause a stir wherever they go, and even with Long Fei’s impressive performance, these women weren’t as enthusiastic.

On Qingcheng’s side, Bai Suzhen emerged, holding a chordless longsword as white as mutton fat jade, walking across the void toward the lake.

The Disciples of Mount Shu cheered for Xu Xuan, "Go, Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother, you must win her over!"

"Senior Brother, she’s yours!"

"..."

Xu Xuan glanced at them awkwardly, stepping onto the center of the lake, a hundred meters away from Bai Suzhen.

He cupped his hands towards Bai Suzhen, "Miss Bai, it’s been a hundred years since we last met. I should return this handkerchief to you."

He felt in his coat and took out an embroidered handkerchief.

Bai Suzhen blushed and said, "Why are you saying this during a competition?"

Her longsword emerged with a whirr, turning her feet in the water, raising a white light beneath the surface, swiping out a streak of Sword Qi towards Xu Xuan.

The lake made a booming sound, splashing water high into the air.

A Mount Shu disciple cried out, "Is she serious?"

Wang Xiaoya covered her mouth, smiling and whispering to Long Fei, "Xu Xuan, huh."

Long Fei chuckled, wondering if it was a coincidence or if someone had arranged all this from behind the scenes.

Xu Xuan, with wood spirit Qi, made his longsword tremble, raising a shield of green light in front of him.

Bai Suzhen’s Sword Qi struck the green light shield with a boom.

The two of them had similar cultivation levels, with Xu Xuan only experiencing a jolt without much trouble.

He didn’t make a move, only defending against several of Bai Suzhen’s moves, causing the leading senior sister of Mount Shu to scold, "Xu Xuan, are you here to compete or to flirt?"

Xu Xuan furrowed his brows, finally making a move.

As his longsword rose, the water beneath stirred violently, swish, swish, swish, flickering with green light.

Streaks of green Sword Qi emerged like aquatic plants from the water, wrapping around Bai Suzhen’s ankles.

Bai Suzhen’s longsword swirled downward with a hum, slashing all the green Sword Qi into pieces.

The two were evenly matched; with magical treasures, they might fight a hundred rounds and still draw.

The Mount Shu senior sister shouted, "Xu Xuan, use your magical treasure!"

Xu Xuan pretended not to hear, retreating with Wang Xiaoya to a distance.

Mount Shu’s Elder Yixiao chuckled, asking Daoist Fiery Cloud, "Old Red-face, is this lady the transformed little white snake you picked up back then?"

Daoist Fiery Cloud stroked his beard and replied, "What of it?"

Elder Yixiao mocked, "Doesn’t the Sect of Severance know why you were defeated? And you still accept these oviparous demonic creatures?"

Daoist Fiery Cloud was so angry his mustache twitched, "Monk Yixiao, what do you mean by this? All beings have spirits, why can’t they cultivate? Your Buddhist Sect also accepts hell’s demonic spirits, does that mean the Patriarch Buddha is abnormal?"

Monk Yixiao laughed, "The Patriarch Buddha delivers all beings, you cannot compare."

"What do you mean by this? Shall we have a match?"

When it comes to the orthodoxy struggle, Daoist Fiery Cloud immediately lost his calm.

Monk Yixiao always smiled with squinting eyes, "I won’t argue with you, let our disciples decide."

He took out a yellow cloth sack, tossing it into the air, calling to Xu Xuan, "Xu Xuan, my disciple, catch!"

Xu Xuan raised his hand, catching it.

Daoist Fiery Cloud, angry, shouted, "Is it only Mount Shu that has magical treasures?"

He took out a Purple Gold Gourd, tossing it to Bai Suzhen.

"Disciple, open the gourd to deal with him!"

He instructed.

Without hesitation, Bai Suzhen opened the gourd and cast a spell towards Xu Xuan.

A thick red mist poured out of the gourd, like clouds in the sky.

Xu Xuan, knowing the red cloud’s power, quickly opened the kasaya-like yellow cloth bag.

It immediately inflated, creating a suction that began drawing the red cloud inside.

Monk Yixiao squinted with a smile, "You do well, old Daoist, to offer up even your protective magical treasure. This Nine-Nine Red Clouds Powder, though formidable, cannot withstand this monk’s Qiankun Kasaya Bag."

The two magical treasures clashed, and the cloth sack drew in the red cloud, swelling further.

This item contains a spatial dimension; ordinarily, it would have been crushed by the cloud’s weight.

But inside, having absorbed so much red cloud, the bag merely puffed up a little without issue.

Bai Suzhen saw this, and a Dharma Laksana of a white snake with wings emerged, flashing like white light, biting Xu Xuan on the wrist with a swipe.

Monk Yixiao and Xuan Zhenzi simultaneously shouted, "Soaring Snake?"

The Dharma Laksana zipped through the air like traveling in a spatial rift.

Xu Xuan felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and he let go of the bag with a jerk.

A swirl of red mist enveloped him instantly, like a mountain range trapping him inside.

Bai Suzhen’s brow furrowed as she quickly withdrew the additional red cloud to avoid increasing the weight.

Xu Xuan gave her a wan smile, "I lost!"

His complexion turned dark, clearly poisoned.

Bai Suzhen retrieved a red pill from her Storage Ring and tossed it over to him, indicating he should consume it.

The Soaring Snake, a Primordial Divine Beast.

Its body snake-like, yet winged.

Incredible speed, inherently understanding spatial law.

The loose cultivators gasped, surprised by the swift defeat of Mount Shu in the first competition.

Some started worrying about their bets, even doubting Mount Shu’s ability to win.

Yet others consoled themselves, believing it was only the first match.

The Qingcheng Sect had only this one expert, while Mount Shu had more, assuring themselves of eventual victory.

The Third Elder of Mount Shu shook his head repeatedly.

Elder Yixiao shouted even louder, "My foolish disciple, how can you enter the Grand Dao with unclean desires?"

Xuan Zhenzi steadied himself, saying, "Don’t rush, there are still two more matches."

They had come with confidence in certain victory, yet stumbled right from the start.

As he looked towards Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya, he pondered if it was truly the will of heaven?

The Sect of Severance practitioners, is there divine fate?

After transporting Xu Xuan back, the Mount Shu senior sister scolded angrily, "This is the result of getting close to female demons. Not holding the honor of the sect above all else, you should indeed be punished."

The series of defeats left her full of pent-up anger.

She could see that Xu Xuan hadn’t used his full strength.

Xu Xuan, red-faced, said nothing, sitting in the corridor to adjust his breath for a while.

The Mount Shu senior sister stepped onto the water with her longsword in hand, shouting at the Qingcheng disciples, "Li Yingqiong is here, who dares to face me in battle?"