章節 213: Chapter 212: The Aftermath

The Grand Imperial Protector, Xue Ling appeared before him. Her palm struck his chest with pinpoint precision, unleashing a shockwave that reverberated across the arena.

Fen Duanhun's body shot backward like a cannonball, crashing into the profound barrier with a deafening boom. His back slammed against it, cracks spiderwebbing across the translucent shield as he slid to the ground, coughing violently.

The audience gasped, their collective shock palpable.

Xue Ling stood poised, her gaze icy. "Clan Master Fen, attacking a competitor after a sanctioned match? How disgraceful. If you cannot handle your clan's humiliation, perhaps you should reconsider your place among the Four Major Sects."

The arena remained enveloped in stunned silence. The tension that had crackled moments before was now thick, pressing down on the spectators as they struggled to reconcile what they had just witnessed. Fen Duanhun, a Peak Sky Profound Realm master, had been decisively subdued, not by Yun Che, but by Xue Ling—a subtle but deliberate maneuver that carried a message no one could ignore.

For a Throne to intervene against a Sky Profound Realm, especially during a tournament, was no small matter. Such actions could easily escalate into sect-wide hostilities. But here, it had been done with calculated precision, a clear show of power and restraint.

Yun Che dusted his hands, casually tossing his fiery orb into the air and catching it. He turned to Xue Ling, his expression neutral but tinged with wry amusement. "I could've handled it myself, you know."

Xue Ling's lips curled into a faint smile, her serene demeanor unchanged. She flicked a strand of her shimmering hair over her shoulder. "I know you could," she replied, her voice soft but firm. "But Yue'er asked me to step in. She didn't want this escalating further than necessary—or drawing more attention than you already have."

Yun Che raised an eyebrow, then nodded. "Point taken."

His mind drifted to the original events of the story. In the real timeline, Fen Moli had been the one poised to kill Yun Che, and it had been Little Fairy who had stepped forward to save him. That intervention had caused a sensation, embroiling her in slander that tarnished Frozen Cloud Asgard's reputation. Her actions, driven by her budding feelings for the original Yun Che, had set off a chain of events that forced her into hiding and allowed Xuanyuan Yufeng to fan the flames of scandal.

Now, things were different. Yun Che had long gained Little Fairy's trust, a trust that ran so deep she believed in his ability to manage such situations. She knew his true strength, his plans, and his contingencies. This time, she stood back with her sister, heeding his request to remain as inconspicuous as possible. As Half-Step Tyrants, their power would create an uproar if revealed, something Yun Che wanted to avoid at all costs.

From the stands, Cang Yue and Retsu didn't flinch, their confidence in Yun Che unwavering. Their calm was a silent testament to their faith in him, a stark contrast to the roiling emotions of the Burning Heaven Clan.

In an instant, the arena was flooded with tournament officials, their presence a clear signal that things were teetering on the edge of chaos. Ling Yuefeng stood at the center, flanked by Ling Wugou, both trying to maintain order as tension crackled in the air. Xue Ling stood calmly beside Yun Che, her serene yet imposing presence a sharp contrast to the storm brewing in the Burning Heaven Clan's ranks.

Yun Che let out a quiet sigh, his expression neutral. He had a plan ready in case the Burning Heaven Clan acted rashly, but with so many eyes now on them and the officials stepping in, he decided to let the situation play out naturally.

The elders of the Burning Heaven Clan, led by Fen Moli, slowly stepped into the arena. Their faces were grim as they approached Fen Duanhun, who was slumped on the ground, his dignity shattered. Together, they helped the disgraced clan master to his feet. But the damage was done—his reputation and that of the Burning Heaven Clan were in tatters. Fen Duanhun and Fen Juebi had managed to turn a defeat into an irredeemable spectacle.

"Junior! You dare harm my son!" Fen Duanhun's voice was hoarse, filled with rage as he coughed up blood. His glare burned as it landed on Xue Ling, the powerhouse who had intervened. The sight of her, a Fourth Level Emperor Profound Realm cultivator, standing as a shield for Yun Che only deepened his humiliation. The imbalance in power was undeniable, and yet the fury in his eyes didn't waver.

Yun Che sighed again, stepping forward with a casual shrug. "Look, he's the one who tried to sneak attack me. What did you expect me to do—stand still and let him hit me?"

Fen Duanhun's face turned crimson, his beard quivering with fury. "Junior, you're courting death!" he bellowed, his voice booming across the arena. His rage burned hotter with every word, fueled by the humiliation of the Burning Heaven Clan's crushing defeat.

It had been decades since anyone dared speak to him this way, and now it was coming from a mere junior. To make matters worse, all of the shame and disgrace the clan would carry from this day forward could be traced back to the young man standing before him.

Fen Duanhun's profound energy surged violently, his hatred erupting like a volcano as his fists clenched. All he wanted now was to crush Yun Che, to vent his fury and reclaim at least a sliver of his pride. But the arena, thick with the presence of officials and onlookers, reminded him of the high stakes surrounding his every move.

"Fen Duanhun, you will stand down, or I will act to preserve the sanctity of this tournament," Ling Yuefeng declared, his Second Level Emperor Profound Realm aura surging around him like a brewing storm. His tone was resolute, cutting through the tension in the arena.

Behind him, Xue Ling remained poised, her presence even more commanding. Her Fourth Level Emperor Profound Realm aura was deceptively calm, like the stillness before a tempest. It was a testament to Yun Che's Stabilizing Pill, which had brought harmony to her profound energy after consuming the XP Pill Mark III. Though her strength was immense, she couldn't help but anticipate her next dose, knowing it would propel her even further in a matter of weeks.

"Clan Master, we cannot escalate this further," one of Fen Duanhun's elders pleaded in a hushed tone. "If Xue Ling acts, none of us will survive. Her strength far surpasses ours."

Xue Ling's voice rang clear and sharp, like a blade cutting through the tension. "As the Clan Master of the Burning Heaven Clan, how shameless must you be to attack a junior without cause?"

Fen Duanhun's face contorted in fury, but he didn't move. "Hmph!" he spat, his pride refusing to let him back down completely. "He severely injured a Burning Heaven Clan disciple. For such a crime, even death ten thousand times over would not suffice!"

Xue Ling's serene expression hardened. "Then, you won't mind if I intervene."

She raised her delicate, ice-jade hand, and in an instant, a deep red light flickered ominously within her palm. Her aura exploded outward, the sheer power forcing the villa officials to retreat several steps. Even Ling Yuefeng and Ling Wugou were compelled to move back, their expressions taut with apprehension.

Ling Yuefeng cast a glance at Xue Ling, a mix of awe and unease flashing across his face. He still couldn't fully grasp the depths of her strength. He had witnessed her effortlessly strike down a villa elder the day before as the Imperial Protector for Cang Yue, a role she had taken up under the former third queen's order when the princess was still little. The transformation of the once-stubborn, top villa young disciple into the staunch protector of Cang Yue and the Imperial Family was nothing short of extraordinary.

Winning her loyalty back to the villa was an impossibility now. Her allegiance to the late queen and, by extension, her daughter, Cang Yue, was unshakable. As her aura pressed down on the arena like a tidal wave, the message was clear—any further aggression would be met with overwhelming force.

Somewhere deep within the main villa, Ling Tianni sat in quiet observation, his usually impassive demeanor giving way to widened eyes and a furrowed brow. Another Throne… and in our Blue Wind Empire? His thoughts were heavy as he processed what he had just witnessed. Xue Ling—a name he once dismissed as a mere mid-level Sky Profound cultivator—now stood as a Fourth Level Emperor Profound Realm practitioner.

This realization was staggering. Even if Xue Ling had just stepped into the Emperor Profound Realm this year, her rapid ascent was unheard of. It surpassed all historical precedents. "The fastest person to reach the Emperor Profound Realm in hundreds of years," Ling Tianni muttered under his breath, his heart conflicted.

Her strength was undeniable, her aura calm yet oppressive, as if she had complete mastery over her newfound power. Ling Tianni silently compared her to his son, Ling Yuefeng, who, despite his talents, had reached the Second Level Emperor Profound Realm at a far slower pace.

And then there was the swordsman Mihawk. His reputation was whispered across the empire—a hidden Throne whose strength rivaled even those at the Peak Emperor Profound Realm. Stories claimed he had effortlessly annihilated top disciples from the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region with a single wave of his blade. His connection to Princess Cang Yue only added another layer of intrigue.

Now Xue Ling joins the fray—stronger than Ling Yuefeng and only a level below myself. Her rise sent a ripple of unease through him. The very balance of power within the empire had shifted. For centuries, only the Four Major Sects held the honor of boasting Thrones among their ranks. Their unparalleled strength had cemented their dominance. But now, with Xue Ling and Mihawk standing alongside the Blue Wind Imperial Family, with rumors of legion of women in the palace, could they be witnessing the rise of a new Major Sect?

Ling Tianni's thoughts spiraled further as he recalled the circumstances of Xue Ling's allegiance. She had once been among the villa's most promising talents, assigned to the Imperial Palace as a protector of the third queen. After her tragic passing, Xue Ling's loyalty transferred unwaveringly to Princess Cang Yue. Her refusal to return to the villa was a source of frustration for Ling Yuefeng, who had ultimately ceded to her stubbornness and formally assigned her as an Imperial Protector.

And that was before this transformation, Ling Tianni mused. Two weeks ago, she had stepped into the Peak Sky Profound Realm, a feat already worthy of admiration. But now, in such a short span of time, she had ascended ten levels to stand among the Thrones. How was such a leap even possible?

"How…" Ling Tianni's fists clenched, his knuckles whitening. His thoughts churned with disbelief and unease. "Even if she had just stepped into the Emperor Profound Realm, she's already surpassed Gong Yuxian of Frozen Cloud Asgard… and even the Burning Heaven Clan's great elder. What in the heavens is happening?"

The Blue Wind Empire was on the brink of an upheaval. Thrones were no longer exclusive to the Four Major Sects. And with the whispers of Yun Che's unfathomable strength, the unseen potential of Princess Cang Yue's forces, and rumors of hidden powerhouses like Xue Ling and Mihawk, Ling Tianni could only brace himself for what was to come.

The expressions on the faces of the members of the Burning Heaven Clan and Xiao Sect were grim, painted with disbelief and suppressed fury. The Xiao Sect, in particular, bore the brunt of humiliation. They had already lost two Thrones: one to the enigmatic swordsman Mihawk and the other to the Frozen Cloud Asgard's Chu sisters. Their remaining hopes were a farce—they had no true Thrones left to represent them.

The Xiao Sect's elders wore masks of stoic calm, but their clenched fists and trembling shoulders betrayed their inner turmoil. The memory of Chu Yuechan's stunning reveal to save Princess Cang Yue from the villa elder lingered like a phantom among them. That single intervention had thrown their prestige into question, forcing them to retreat and lick their wounds while pretending nothing had happened.

For the Burning Heaven Clan, however, the blow was even more severe. Xue Ling's emergence as a Fourth Level Emperor Profound Realm practitioner was a seismic event. She now rivaled their great elder, a figure whose authority had always been unchallenged but who now remained in seclusion, likely unaware of this shocking development.

In the past several centuries, practitioners at half-step into the Emperor Profound Realm were not uncommon among the Four Major Sects. However, fewer than a tenth of these individuals managed to take the final step into the Emperor Profound Realm, a feat that required monumental effort and luck. Fen Duanhun, the Burning Heaven Clan's leader, had lingered at this bottleneck for over thirty years. His failure to ascend weighed heavily on him, a reality he had begrudgingly accepted.

Yet now, before his very eyes, a 27-year-old woman who was but a mid-stage Sky Profound Realm practitioner mere weeks ago stood as a Fourth Level Throne. The rapidity of her ascent defied logic, and the bitterness of this truth threatened to choke him.

How is this possible? The thought clawed at his mind, leaving Fen Duanhun feeling small and powerless. In front of Xue Ling, a true Throne, his status as a half-step Emperor Profound practitioner was meaningless. He was nothing more than an insect before a lion, incapable of posing any threat. Even if the entire cadre of Burning Heaven Clan elders attacked her in unison, they would be swept aside effortlessly.

The humiliation of his failed attack, coupled with the reality of his clan's dwindling prestige, was too much to bear. Fen Duanhun coughed violently, spraying blood onto the arena floor. Elder Fen Moli rushed to his side, propping him up while trying to suppress his own panic.

From the stands, Fen Juecheng leaped down to the arena, rushing to cradle the limp body of his younger brother, Fen Juebi. The sight of his unconscious sibling, battered and broken, only deepened the clan's shame.

The crowd's murmurs of condemnation grew louder, the prestige of the Burning Heaven Clan now thoroughly shredded. All they could do was retreat, licking their wounds and enduring the humiliation that now hung over them like a storm cloud.

Fen Moli supported the clan master, his expression tense but composed. He performed a respectful bow toward Ling Yuefeng, the tone of his voice carrying both regret and supplication.

"Villa Master Ling, Elder Ling," he began, "our disciple was gravely injured, and our clan master, overwhelmed with anxiety, acted impulsively. Considering that no major harm was done, and the Imperial Fairy Xue Ling has already intervened to teach him a lesson, I humbly ask for your magnanimity in forgiving the clan master's rash actions. After the ranking tournament, I will personally ensure that he apologizes to both Villa Master Ling and Elder Ling, as well as to the Imperial Fairy."

Ling Yuefeng's face darkened further, his expression carrying the weight of authority. "Hmph! As the clan master of the Burning Heaven Clan, Fen Duanhun should know better than to act so recklessly. Not only did he disgrace himself, but he also shamed his entire clan. Ignoring the rules of the tournament and attempting to harm a victorious contestant is inexcusable. By the tournament's rules, the Burning Heaven Clan should be stripped of their right to participate entirely!"

The arena fell silent, the weight of Ling Yuefeng's proclamation hanging in the air.

After a moment, he sighed and allowed his stern expression to soften slightly. "That said, I acknowledge the clan master's anxiety and that he has already been disciplined by the Imperial Fairy. I will consider this punishment sufficient for now. The matter shall end here, and the Burning Heaven Clan's right to explore the 'Heaven Basin Secret Realm' will remain intact. However, let this be a final warning: if such an incident occurs again, not only will your access to the Heaven Basin Secret Realm be revoked, but the Burning Heaven Clan will also lose its right to participate in the next ranking tournament!"

Though Ling Yuefeng's words were harsh, they were a concession. It was clear he intended to maintain decorum while giving the Burning Heaven Clan a way to save face. Fen Moli, visibly relieved, bowed deeply, his voice carrying gratitude.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Villa Master Ling. We shall not forget this kindness."

Fen Moli turned and guided the injured Fen Duanhun off the Sword Discourse Arena, their shame palpable. The rest of the Burning Heaven Clan followed, their faces dark with fury and humiliation.

Their departure left a bitter taste. They had lost the match, their reputation had taken a severe blow, and Fen Duanhun's reckless display had only worsened the situation. Still, there was no mistaking the cold glint in Fen Juecheng's eyes as he glanced at Yun Che, Retsu, and Princess Cang Yue before leaving.

This isn't over, Fen Juecheng thought bitterly. They will pay for this. We will strike from the shadows, and no one will suspect a thing.

Even as they left, the murmurs of the crowd and the faint smiles of Yun Che's allies marked the undeniable reality: the Burning Heaven Clan's fall from grace was now a spectacle etched into the annals of the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament.

Ling Yuefeng offered a polite nod to Xue Ling, his voice laced with a strained familiarity. "Thank you, Ling'er."

Xue Ling's gaze turned cold as she responded sharply. "It's Xue Ling, Villa Master Ling. Kindly refrain from addressing me with endearments in the future."

Her words struck with the precision of a blade. Xue Ling still remembered her demotion to Imperial Protector, sent away as punishment for her rebellious stance in the villa. Yet, in hindsight, she held no bitterness—only gratitude. That demotion had given her the opportunity to serve the third queen and protect her daughter, Princess Cang Yue.

It wasn't arrogance or disdain that fueled her demeanor but a profound disappointment in the villa's failure to support the Imperial Family during their darkest moments.

Ling Yuefeng's jaw tightened at her rebuke, but he managed a terse nod before turning away. Beside him, Ling Wugou wisely chose silence, accompanying him back to their respective zones. As the officials began dispersing, Xue Ling let out a weary sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

"That was dull," Yun Che remarked, running a hand behind his head while idly spinning the flaming ball in his hand. He couldn't help but muse on what could have been. If Xue Ling had been allowed to properly engage Fen Duanhun, perhaps he could have further refined the fiery sphere he held. Still, her palm strike had left an impression—and Fen Duanhun—crippled with pain.

"Trouble seems to follow you everywhere, doesn't it?" Xue Ling said with a faint smirk, falling into step beside Yun Che as they walked back to the Blue Wind Imperial Family's seating area.

Yun Che chuckled, his tone playful. "No idea, Sis Ling. I'm just returning the favor. Besides, I never liked those Burning Heaven guys to begin with."

Her eyes narrowed slightly at the casual address, but she didn't object. If anything, she found it oddly endearing. Yun Che and Kon were among the few men she had any real respect for, a stark contrast to her dismissive attitude toward most others.

"You do realize they won't let this slide easily, right?" Xue Ling warned, her tone turning serious.

Yun Che grinned and spun the ball again before tossing it toward her. Startled, she caught it with ease, only to realize how soft and harmless it felt. She glanced at him, intrigued.

"Trust me," Yun Che said confidently, "I don't even have to lift a finger. Cang Yue's master will take care of everything."

Her expression shifted, a spark of interest lighting her eyes. "He's coming?"

"Soon," Yun Che replied, his grin widening. "He mentioned settling a debt with the Burning Heaven Clan after finishing things with the Xiao Sect. I'm sure they'll get what's coming to them soon enough."

Xue Ling's demeanor softened slightly as she blushed, though her focus sharpened. If Mihawk was truly coming, she would need to be prepared to face him—a meeting she anticipated. Maybe put on some make up later. As they walked on, Yun Che's grin lingered, his confidence unshaken. The Burning Heaven Clan's retaliation was inevitable, but Yun Che knew that when the storm came, it would be someone else—someone far more formidable—who would deal the finishing blow, and that person will be him in disguise.

The Burning Heaven Clan left the tournament in disgrace, their ranking dropping below 32nd place—a humiliation that burned deeper than any wound. Fen Duanhun's rash actions had not only cost them their standing but also tarnished their reputation beyond repair. Yun Che, watching them retreat, smirked knowingly. He could already tell they wouldn't let this slight go unanswered. While attacking him during the tournament was too risky, outside its bounds? That was a different matter entirely. Still, he wasn't worried—if they came for him, he'd be ready.

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"DAMN THAT YUN CHE! DAMN ALL OF THEM!" Fen Duanhun's enraged roar echoed within the Burning Heaven Ark as his fist slammed into the wall, shattering it and leaving a gaping hole in its side. The clan's disgrace—falling below the rank of 32—was an unforgivable humiliation. They would be the laughingstock of the realm by morning.

"He dares… he dares to humiliate me! To beat Juebi senseless and drag the Burning Heaven Clan's name through the mud?!" Fen Duanhun's voice was filled with fury as his rage consumed him.

"Father, this is the second time he's humiliated us," Fen Juecheng growled through gritted teeth. "First, he stole the dragon treasure from right under our noses. Then, his companions destroyed our elites, leaving Juebi disgraced. Even Juechen couldn't stand against him."

"Even Juechen?!" Fen Duanhun's eyes widened, his anger now tinged with shock. Yun Che had not only defeated Juebi but had also humiliated his third son? It felt like the boy had a personal vendetta against their clan.

"Yes," Juecheng continued, his tone venomous. "He humiliated all of us—at the dragon cave, during the tournament, and even when he killed Imperial Cang Shuo. Father, we cannot let him get away with this."

Fen Duanhun's eyes narrowed as his mind raced. His injuries from Xue Ling's assault still throbbed, limiting his ability to act directly. But that didn't mean he lacked options. A wicked smirk crept onto his face as a solution came to him.

He owed a favor to someone—a sworn brother who was both ruthless and efficient. This man, Kuang Long of Mercenary City, was infamous for taking on contracts others would never dare. Even the Blue Wind Imperial Family wouldn't be beyond his reach.

"Moli!" Fen Duanhun barked, his tone commanding.

"Yes, Clan Master!"

"Contact brother Kuang Long immediately," he ordered, his smirk deepening. "We'll see how Yun Che and his companions laugh after this."

Fen Duanhun's eyes gleamed with malice as his mind conjured the chaos to come. Their ancestor might be in seclusion, but Fen Duanhun didn't need him for this. Retribution was already on its way.

Fen Moli's eyes widened at the mention of Kuang Long. The mercenary was infamous in Mercenary City as one of the top assassins, a fifth-level Emperor Profound Realm cultivator with a reputation for completing any job—no matter how dangerous or morally reprehensible.

"Clan Master," Fen Moli began cautiously, "hiring Kuang Long to attack the Imperial Family will demand a ridiculous payment. Not to mention, we're also targeting Xue Ling directly. Such a move could escalate to levels we might not control."

Fen Duanhun scoffed, his lips curling into a disdainful smirk. "That woman is nothing. The mercenaries care for gold, not politics. Whether it's the Imperial Family or a great sect, the rules are simple: pay enough, and they'll get the job done. Kuang Long is a fifth-level Emperor Profound Realm cultivator—he'll be more than capable of handling Xue Ling. Once she's out of the picture, the Imperial Family is as good as crippled, and Yun Che will be ripe for the taking. If Yun Che offends Kuang Long, so be it—it will only draw the wrath of Mercenary City."

Fen Moli smirked, sensing an opportunity. "Clan Master, if I may, I'd like to oversee the mercenaries myself. It would be my honor to deliver the killing blow to Yun Che personally." His voice dripped with venom, his mind reveling in thoughts of vengeance. "Dealing with him will send a message not just to the Imperial Family, but to anyone foolish enough to cross the Burning Heaven Clan. Working with Kuang Long will ensure our retribution strikes tonight."

Fen Duanhun nodded approvingly. "See to it, Moli. Spare no one in the Blue Wind Imperial Family. Leave no survivors, and ensure nothing traces back to us. Above all, make sure the princess's master doesn't catch wind of our involvement. If he learns of this, not even Kuang Long could stand a chance against that freak."

Fen Juecheng's eyes gleamed with unrestrained malice, his lips curling into a twisted grin. "If they die… the Blue Wind Imperial Family will make the headlines tomorrow. Yun Che, once Kuang Long begins his hunt, no one will save you or your pathetic companions."

His thoughts wandered to Unohana Retsu, the veiled beauty whose face he had glimpsed—a face he considered his to claim. "Perhaps I'll ask Uncle to cripple those women," he mused aloud, his tone laced with depravity. "As trophies, they'll make excellent bed slaves."

Fen Juecheng laughed darkly, his voice echoing with cruel delight. "The filthy Imperial Family can hide behind tournament rules, but outside the arena? Yun Che, you'll regret ever offending the Burning Heaven Clan!"

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"Che'er! You did it! We made it to the top 32!" Cang Yue exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in excitement. The joy in her voice was infectious, her hug warm with gratitude. Reaching the top 32 was a significant achievement, but Yun Che could see the determination in her eyes to climb even higher.

"Ufufu… to think the Burning Heaven Clan Master had the audacity to attack you," Retsu chimed in with a playful yet dangerous edge to her tone. "Mio and I were ready to knock him out cold with Haoshoku no Haki. Perhaps it's time we paid them a visit."

"Not just yet," Yun Che said with a knowing grin, cracking his knuckles. His eyes glimmered with anticipation as he added, "I'll need a proper excuse before we deal with the Burning Heaven Clan. Their great elder is still in seclusion, after all."

"Eh, we could just storm their sect and draw him out," Mio suggested casually, stretching her arms as though ready for action.

"Nope," Yun Che replied, shaking his head. "He has something I want. We'll thin out the clan first and force him to come to us. Trust me—we'll get them. I won't let that ancestor of theirs slip through my fingers."

"Something you want?" Nemu tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What could he possibly have that you want, Yuu-sama?"

Yun Che's smirk deepened, his tone cryptic. "A key of sorts. A forbidden secret tied to their clan's legacy. You'll find out when we make our way to the Black Fiend Nation."

"Ufufu, an adventure outside the empire!" Retsu squealed, clapping her hands. "How exciting!"

"Black Fiend Nation?" Cang Yue frowned slightly, her concern evident. "What's there that you need?"

"Sort of…" Yun Che replied with a nonchalant shrug, keeping the details vague. "But that's for later. We'll get there eventually."

The conversation left his companions intrigued, their imaginations stirring with the promise of another grand adventure. Yun Che, however, was already formulating plans, his mind focused on the key he sought—and the obstacles that lay between him and his goal.

Xue Ling sighed at his confident response as if he wanted to wipe out the Burning Heaven Clan, crossing her arms as she shook her head. "You're a magnet for trouble, Yun Che. The only reason I stepped in was to keep this from escalating further. And because Yue'er asked me to."

"Haha, relax, Sis Ling. I told you we'd win." Yun Che ruffled Cang Yue's hair affectionately before dropping the flaming ball to the floor. Its harmless flames flickered faintly as it rolled to a stop.

Mei's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she stared at the fiery sphere but hesitated to approach it. "Is it… safe?" she asked tentatively.

"Don't worry," Yun Che assured her. "It's completely harmless."

"What is this thing?" Xue Ling asked as she picked up the ball. She examined it closely, marveling at how the flames didn't emit heat and how its surface was soft and rubbery to the touch.

"A soccer ball," Yun Che said casually.

"A… soccer ball?" Xue Ling and Cang Yue echoed in unison, their interest piqued.

"Yeah," Yun Che explained. "I made it as a little experiment. It absorbs energy to empower itself. When in attack mode, it can explode on impact. It's powered by an AI core that lets it absorb foreign flames to fuel itself. I was hoping to bait Fen Duanhun into using his flames on me so it could soak them up, but Sis Ling here had to end his career before I got the chance."

Xue Ling arched an eyebrow at the explanation, but Kon, standing nearby, leaned closer with a skeptical look. "Doesn't seem like much," he muttered.

Almost as if on cue, the ball flew out of Mei's hands and smacked Kon square in the face. It bounced off with a comical boing before rolling harmlessly to Yun Che's feet.

"This thing!" Kon exclaimed indignantly, only for the ball to spring up again, bouncing repeatedly on his plushy head and producing a soft, squeaky sound with every hit.

Laughter erupted around him. Mei was giggling uncontrollably, her face flushed from the hilarity. Xue Ling's lips twitched as she tried, and failed, to stifle a smirk.

"I told you it has a mind of its own," Yun Che said, chuckling as he nudged the ball lightly with his foot. Mei, still giggling, picked it up and tossed it toward the seating area, only to watch in delight as it rolled back to Yun Che's leg with a playful wiggle. Nemu knelt nearby, furiously scribbling notes in her trusty notepad while eyeing the ball with scientific curiosity.

Amid the laughter, Cang Yue's brows furrowed slightly. One thought weighed on her mind: We might face each other in the round of 32.

"We might face each other soon," she said, her tone laced with concern.

"Let's hope the raffle tomorrow doesn't mess things up and pit us against each other right at the start," Yun Che replied with a chuckle.

"Ufufu… I'll concede if I face Yuu-kun," Retsu chimed in happily.

"You wouldn't fight him?" Cang Yue asked, tilting her head in surprise.

"I could never raise a hand against the man I love. Even if it's just sparring," Retsu said earnestly, her cheeks dusted with pink.

Yun Che sighed and patted her head gently. "Trust me, I've tried making her fight me. She just won't. If we do end up paired together, we might as well settle it with something simpler, like rock-paper-scissors."

Mio clung to his arm and nodded firmly. "I wouldn't fight him either. I mean, why would I?"

Cang Yue let out a small sigh, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. It seemed there was no reasoning with love.

"Onii-chan!"

The cheerful cry rang out just as Nezuko launched herself into Yun Che's arms, practically tackling him in her enthusiasm.

"You little runt! Ready to go home?" Yun Che patted her head affectionately, a small smile playing on his lips. This girl, or rather, the knife spirit Yoruko had temporarily housed in Nezuko's faux body, had been a lifesaver during the last battle. Thanks to her, Cang Yue had been able to fight without having to transform into Nezuko herself to keep Chu Yueli entertained.

"Hmmm…" 'Nezuko' nodded, her gaze shifting toward Mei, who was still engrossed in a game of chase with the mischievous AI ball.

"Mei-chan!" she called out before dashing off to join her, quickly becoming part of the chaotic scene of the ball relentlessly pursuing Kon. The sight brought a nostalgic smile to Yun Che's face, reminding him of Mizu and Kaze back in his inner world. Perhaps he'd send the ball there later—it would be perfect entertainment for them.

"We'll take our leave now. Nezuko, come play with Mama tomorrow," Chu Yueli said, handing over the girl with a gentle nudge. Her sister stood quietly beside her as the other Frozen Cloud Asgard fairies walked past.

Xia Qingyue's gaze lingered on Yun Che for a moment, sharp and calculating. He felt a chill run down his spine and broke into a cold sweat. That girl is terrifying, he thought grimly.

Gong Yuxian, meanwhile, studied the Blue Wind Imperial Family members with a critical eye. The upcoming round of 32 would be crucial. She resolved to brief her disciples thoroughly—analyzing their opponents' attacks, predicting their strategies, and finding ways to counter them.

"Hai!" Nezuko chirped, hugging Chu Yueli briefly before darting off toward Mei.

"She'll be with me tomorrow, Fairy Chu Yueli," Xue Ling interjected, stepping forward with a challenging tone.

Chu Yueli met her gaze evenly. "Let her choose, Fairy Xue Ling. Perhaps she'll choose the one who truly fits the role of her mother."

"She will…" Xue Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, her competitive edge gleaming.

"Enough, both of you," Cang Yue interrupted, pulling Little Fairy and her sister into a warm hug. "We'll see you tomorrow, Sister Yueli, Sister Yuechan."

"Please do," Little Fairy replied with a soft nod, her eyes flicking briefly to Yun Che.

"Sister Yue, please lend me Nezuko again tomorrow," Chu Yueli requested earnestly, her tone bordering on pleading.

Cang Yue hesitated, her eyes flicking to Xue Ling, who immediately pouted in protest. With a sigh, Cang Yue decided on a neutral answer. "Let Nezuko choose for tomorrow—whether she wants to be with her Haha or her Mama."

Chu Yueli nodded in understanding, offering a polite bow before taking her leave. As the Frozen Cloud Asgard group departed, Cang Yue turned to the still-pouting Xue Ling and sighed. "I'll make it up to you, big sis."

A sly grin spread across her face as she added teasingly, "Maybe I can ask Master to accompany you instead. Parents do need some alone time, after all."

Xue Ling flushed crimson, her composure faltering.

Meanwhile, Little Fairy's calm voice resonated in Yun Che's mind as she walked away. "I'll see you tomorrow, rascal. Try to stay out of trouble today."

"No promises," Yun Che replied silently, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he turned toward Mai, Mei, and Yuanba.

As the party from Frozen Cloud Asgard vanished from view, Yun Che addressed Mai. "Mai-san, would you and Mei like to join us for dinner? You can come with us on the Imperial Ark, and we'll fly you to the Imperial City afterward."

Mai's eyes widened in humility. The thought of boarding the Imperial Ark, a vessel reserved for the Blue Wind Imperial Family, seemed unreal. She bowed slightly, trying to decline. "But—"

"Big sis, I want to go with Nezuko and Big Brother!" Mei interrupted, tugging insistently at Mai's sleeve.

Mai hesitated before finally nodding. "Okay…"

"Brother-in-law, I can carry them back later," Yuanba offered, clearly trying to ease any burden on Cang Yue.

"You can join us for dinner first," Yun Che suggested. "Once we're above the city, you can fly them down from the ark."

Yuanba nodded in agreement, but Mai was still reluctant. "But… boarding the Imperial Ark…"

"Please join us for dinner," Cang Yue interjected warmly, holding Mai's hand. "Sister Retsu is making Western dishes tonight."

"Western?" Mai echoed, her curiosity piqued despite her hesitation.

Before she could respond further, a sudden shout interrupted them.

"Someone, save me!" Kon shrieked as the fiery AI ball chased him relentlessly, with Mei and Nezuko in hot pursuit, laughing gleefully.

Yun Che chuckled, shaking his head. "It's always something."

"But it's fun, right? Seeing them like that," Retsu said softly, her arm slipping through his. "Makes me wonder… what will our kids be like someday?"

Yun Che blinked, caught off guard, and sweatdropped. "Pfff… you really think far ahead, huh? I'm not even at that stage yet." His tone was light, but internally, he was scrambling. The matters of the Burning Heaven Clan weren't even resolved, and here she was, planning for a future that seemed miles away.

Retsu smirked knowingly. "More than you realize, Yuu-kun. Mio has already thought of hundreds of names—she says spiders usually have hundreds of children, after all. And Little Yue? She mentioned her father teasing her about giving him grandchildren."

"Hundreds of children?" Yun Che's face paled slightly. "I don't think I'm ready for that. Just one will do for now… if we're blessed."

"Ufufu," Retsu giggled. "Yachiru says heavenly foxes can have twins, triplets, or even quintuplets in one go. And Nemu? She's already planning to create her own Nemuri Hachigou."

Yun Che groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, okay… how about we discuss this after we're married and peace all over us? Then, and only then, we'll think about raising kids."

Retsu leaned closer with a playful grin. "I'll hold you to that, Yuu-kun."

All in all, Yun Che found himself smiling. Today had been a good day. They had secured their place in the round of 32 and dealt a decisive blow to the Burning Heaven Clan.

However, the victory wasn't without complications. He knew Fen Duanhun wasn't the type to take this lying down. The man's pride and thirst for vengeance would likely push him toward something underhanded. Yun Che's expression shifted, his smirk turning sharper.

It seemed he would need to make an appearance again—both to divert attention and to reassert dominance. If Fen Duanhun wanted to play dirty, Yun Che would ensure the consequences were unforgettable.

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"Why me?!" Kon wailed, dashing across the boarding ramp of the Imperial Ark, the flaming ball relentlessly pursuing him. Behind them, Mei and Nezuko giggled and gave chase, their laughter ringing through the air as the group prepared to settle in for the evening before the round of 32 began tomorrow.

Mai hesitated at the entrance of the ark, her gaze sweeping over its grand design. "I can't believe I'm boarding the Imperial Flying Ark…" she murmured, feeling small amidst the opulence.

"Ufufu, Yuu-kun, Mio and I will prepare dinner. Nemu, care to help with the ingredients?" Retsu announced, taking the lead with Mio following close behind.

"Hai, as you wish, Nee-sama," Nemu replied dutifully as she trailed them.

"It's Nee-chan!" Retsu corrected with a pout before turning her attention to Cang Yue. "Yue'er, mind if we take over the kitchen?"

Cang Yue smiled, though a bead of sweat rolled down her temple. "Feel free. The ingredients are well-stocked, though I assume you brought your own?"

"You know we need more than what this ship can offer," Mio teased with a sly grin as she fanned herself.

"Can I help out? Maybe I'll learn something new," Mai offered shyly, following the trio with newfound determination.

"I'll be in the common room," Yun Che called out, already turning toward Kon, who was still dodging the persistent ball. "Yo, Kon!"

"That thing is still chasing me!" Kon yelped, weaving through the crowd. Yun Che merely smirked, waving it off. "Ah well, see you at dinner, Little Yue."

Cang Yue sighed at the chaos surrounding her. "Rowdy bunch, your friends are. They keep surprising us more and more," Xue Ling remarked with a wry smile.

"Ehee, that's Yun Che for you. But as long as we're with him, we'll be fine." Cang Yue's smile softened. "Is Father aboard yet?"

"Yes, he boarded early. He was thrilled when all of you made the top 32. Even if we don't win, it's already a massive achievement for the Blue Wind Imperial Family. He's asked for you in the royal chamber later—probably to discuss tomorrow's round," Xue Ling explained.

"I'll go see him," Cang Yue nodded.

"Shall we? Don't you slack off in the kitchen instead of helping Retsu and Mio," Xue Ling teased.

"That's rude! I'm not that lazy!" Cang Yue protested with mock indignation, drawing a laugh from her sister.

As the group filed into the ark, a commanding voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the hum of activity.

"Wait!"

Cang Yue and Xue Ling turned toward the source, their curiosity piqued. Striding toward them was a young woman of striking presence. Her long, dark purple black hair was styled elegantly, partially tied up with the rest cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. Her serene expression conveyed both dignity and resolve.

Her flowing outfit caught the sunlight, emphasizing the delicate blend of colors. The top of her attire was a light lavender hue, almost white, overlayed by a darker purple beneath. Styled in the fashion of a traditional Hanfu, its loose sleeves swayed as she walked, and a dark, cinched belt defined her silhouette. The lower half of her garment transitioned from pale purple to an almost ethereal white, flowing in layered, graceful waves. Cloth-like accessories wrapped around her forearms completed her poised and regal appearance.

"You… are from the Qinglong Sect," Cang Yue said, narrowing her eyes in recognition. "Lin Yueru."

One of her previous opponents in the arena.

The young woman stopped a few paces away, her presence commanding but non-threatening. With a soft rustle of fabric, she dropped to one knee before Cang Yue and Xue Ling, bowing her head in respect.

"Yes, Princess Cang Yue. I am Lin Yueru" Her voice was calm but carried a note of urgency. "May I request an audience with you?"

Xue Ling raised an eyebrow in surprise but remained silent, deferring to her sister.

Cang Yue studied Lin Yueru for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a nod, she gestured for the young woman to rise.

"Very well," Cang Yue said evenly. "You have my attention."

Lin Yueru smiled softly, bowing her head with determination. "Princess Cang Yue, as the one who has defeated me, I swear myself to serve under you. I seek to learn and grow by your side."

"You don't have to—" Cang Yue began, intending to gently refuse, but Lin Yueru immediately interrupted, her voice firm but respectful.

"Please, allow me this. I, Lin Yueru, daughter of Lin Tiannan of the Lin Family, humbly request to be your protector." She bowed deeply, her sincerity evident in every word.

Cang Yue's eyes widened at the mention of the name. "Lin Tiannan? Your father is Uncle Tian?"

Lin Yueru looked up, her composed expression tinged with surprise. "Yes. Does Your Majesty know my father?"

A nostalgic smile crept onto Cang Yue's face. "Of course I do. He's one of my father's oldest friends. I haven't seen him since their time fighting side by side. He spoke often of introducing me to his daughter one day, but I heard he retired and was rarely seen again. To think that the elite of Qinglong Sect is his daughter."

Lin Yueru nodded, her voice softening. "Yes. My father retired to live a quieter life, but I left home to pursue strength, enrolling in Qinglong Sect to become a cultivator worthy of our family name. Until now, no one had ever defeated me. No one but you, Princess Cang Yue."

"She doesn't need anyone else!" Xue Ling interjected sharply, stepping forward. Her voice carried a protective edge, and she cast a wary glance at Lin Yueru. "I am her protector. That is my duty."

Cang Yue turned toward her, her expression calm but resolute. "Big Sis, you are the Grand Imperial Protector now. Your duties extend far beyond just guarding me. When you left me with Yun Che and the others so easily, you trusted that I could manage."

"Because I know you're safe in their hands. But this girl…" Xue Ling began, her tone protective and doubtful.

Cang Yue let out a soft chuckle. "Pfff… You'll always be my big sis and protector, but seeing you juggling between tending to me and your tasks every day worries me. Maybe this way, you can fully focus on your duties and come to see me in the evening when everything is settled. In the meantime, Lin Yueru can look after me. Plus, I've been needing friends my own age." She teased playfully.

"You little… Are you calling me old now?" Xue Ling ruffled Cang Yue's hair affectionately but quickly sighed. "But…"

Cang Yue's smile softened. "I'm concerned about you, big sis. Please… Lin Yueru is someone my age. I've seen her skills, and she can protect me when you're not around. Besides, she's the daughter of Lin Tiannan. If some women tries to be my protector, I would reject them easily. You know I trust your judgment, so trust mine this time."

Xue Ling hesitated, her protective instincts warring with her trust in Cang Yue. "I only met her today, Yue'er. How do we know if she can be trusted?"

"Please, big sis?" Cang Yue pleaded, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. "You know I've always been careful in choosing my friends and allies. I'll trust her, just like I trust you."

Xue Ling sighed, finally relenting. "Fine. If you believe in her, then I'll trust your decision. But you're right; the other protectors are going to be furious. They've been vying for your attention for years, and now this girl waltzes in and gets it instantly."

Cang Yue giggled. "They're all men, big sis. The only men I trust are Father, Che'er, and Kon. Lin Yueru will be under you, and the two of you can share duties."

"I'm the Grand Imperial Protector, Yue'er. I can't just delegate my tasks to anyone. But…" Xue Ling turned toward Lin Yueru. "If you trust her, then I'll guide her on her responsibilities as my assistant."

"What about your Qinglong Sect?" Xue Ling asked, eyeing Lin Yueru carefully.

Lin Yueru offered a small smile. "I've left them."

Xue Ling's eyes narrowed. "You expect us to trust someone who switches allegiances as easily as changing clothes?"

Lin Yueru bowed low, her tone unwavering. "Please don't misunderstand, Lady Xue Ling. I only entered their sect to represent them. I've acted as a Qinglong Sect disciple for just half a year."

"You joined them, became their best in half a year, and they just let you leave?" Cang Yue asked, incredulous. She admits Lin Yueru is extremely talented if she waltz in and became their best in half a year.

"It wasn't easy," Lin Yueru admitted, her smile faintly mischievous. "But I convinced them I wished to follow Princess Cang Yue. Let's just say… they were rather intimidated by her master."

Cang Yue blinked in surprise before breaking into a warm smile. "I see… Then, let's be friends, Lin Yueru."

"Ru'er is fine," Lin Yueru replied, grinning.

"Then call me Yue'er," Cang Yue said, reaching out to hold her hands. "Big sis will assign you; she's your senior."

Lin Yueru bowed respectfully toward Xue Ling. "Please guide me, Lady Xue Ling."

Xue Ling patted her head, her expression softening. "If Yue'er trusts you, then so will I. Just don't betray that trust."

"I won't," Lin Yueru assured her, her voice firm.

Xue Ling nodded, already steeling herself for the inevitable questions and complaints from the other Imperial Protectors. Most of them had ulterior motives, and Lin Yueru's sincerity set her apart.

"Little Yue… are you done? We—" Yun Che's voice came from the top of the ark's stairs. He descended, stopping as his gaze fell on the new girl beside Cang Yue. His expression turned sour, and he muttered, "Ah, crap…"

"You!" Lin Yueru exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"The bossy woman!" Yun Che shot back instinctively.

"It's Lady Lin!" Lin Yueru snapped, glaring daggers at him.

Xue Ling raised an eyebrow. "You two… know each other?"

Yun Che sighed, walking down toward Cang Yue. "Yeah, thanks to Kon, and guess who got blamed for his stupidity?"

Cang Yue tilted her head curiously. "Ara… what did he do this time?"

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Yun Che's mind wandered to the events of the previous night as he leaned against the railing of the Imperial Ark looking at this new woman. He and Kon, returning from a side quest, had stumbled upon a small town not far from the villa. It was a hub for the villa's disciples, who frequented it for supplies, and many of the disciples' families resided there. Something about the town piqued Yun Che's curiosity—his explorer's instinct whispered that it deserved a closer look before heading back. To avoid drawing attention, he donned a simple brown cloak, blending in with the crowd.

The streets bustled with life, the sounds of merchants peddling their goods mingling with laughter and chatter. Passing by an inn, Yun Che spotted a small fruit stand. Retsu had mentioned wanting to prepare a fruit salad, so he decided to pick up some of this world's unique offerings.

As he approached the stand, a commanding voice behind him broke through the noise. "Give me a deluxe room and your signature dish," the voice demanded.

Yun Che turned, momentarily startled, as a woman mistook him for one of the inn's staff. His gaze landed on her, and for a moment, he was taken aback.

The woman had waist-length, dark purple hair that shimmered in the sunlight, her violet eyes sharp yet carrying a mysterious depth. Her attire, a traditional Hanfu, seemed to blend seamlessly with her regal demeanor.

For a moment, Yun Che almost forgot to respond. The woman's presence was commanding, yet there was something about her that felt oddly familiar. Steadying himself, he cleared his throat and pointed toward the innkeeper inside. "You're looking for them," he said, his voice calm and even.

Yun Che sighed as the woman's haughty voice rang out again. "Do you not hear me? I said I want a deluxe room!" she demanded, her tone laced with entitlement.

Turning back to address her, Yun Che tried to defuse the situation. "Miss, I think you've mistaken me for someone—"

Before he could finish, she cut him off with a dismissive wave. "It's Yueru, Lin Yueru. Call me Lady Lin from now on, got it?" Her imperious attitude left little room for negotiation.

Yun Che raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Huh? Who's this bossy lady?" he muttered under his breath, loud enough for her to hear.

"What did you just call me?!" Lin Yueru snapped, her sharp glare cutting toward him.

Still calm, Yun Che shrugged. "I think I remember you now. You're the one Cang Yue beat in the arena, right?"

The mention of her loss made Lin Yueru's face flush with irritation. "You!" she hissed, drawing her sword in a flash. The speed of her draw was impressive, but Yun Che sidestepped her attack with ease, his reflexes quicker than she anticipated.

"Hey, what gives?" Yun Che said, raising his hands in mock surrender, his tone still casual.

"I refuse to accept that loss! And especially not from the likes of you!" Lin Yueru barked, her grip tightening on her sword. But instead of continuing, she spun on her heel and stormed off toward the inn's counter with an indignant huff. "Hmph!"

Yun Che stood there, watching her retreat with a bemused expression. "The heck's wrong with this chick?" he muttered, shaking his head as he turned to leave.

He stepped outside, his thoughts drifting to Kon, who was supposed to be waiting for him on the rooftop. But something felt off—Kon wasn't in his usual spot. His instincts kicked in, and Yun Che's gaze sharpened as he scanned the area.

"Now where did that furball wander off to?" he murmured, his unease growing. Whatever Lin Yueru's deal was, it seemed his night wasn't done throwing surprises his way.

Lin Yueru sat alone in the steaming water of the women's hot spring, her elegant form hidden beneath the rippling surface. The soft moonlight highlighted her delicate features as she leaned back against the smooth stones, letting the heat soothe her weary body. She rarely allowed herself moments like these, away from the constant scrutiny of her peers and the relentless pursuit of QingLong Sect's young masters.

Her mind wandered back to the arena, replaying her fight with Princess Cang Yue. Losing wasn't something Lin Yueru was accustomed to. Her flawless record had been shattered, and yet, as much as she hated to admit it, the loss had given her clarity. Serving under Princess Cang Yue might be the perfect escape from the suffocating expectations of her sect. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was freedom in defeat.

A rustle in the nearby trees snapped her out of her thoughts. Instinctively, she grabbed her towel to cover herself and drew her bow, notching an arrow in one fluid motion. "Who's there?" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.

From the shadows emerged a hooded figure. Before she could loose her arrow, the figure stepped forward, revealing his face—it was Yun Che. Her eyes narrowed instantly. "You!" she shouted, her voice laced with anger as she tightened her grip on the bowstring.

"Wait, let me explain!" Yun Che raised his hands, holding a limp Kon in one hand. "I'm not here to peep! I was just stopping this guy from doing it!"

Lin Yueru's eyes darted to the supposed "culprit." Her anger only deepened as she stared at the stuffed lion playing dead in Yun Che's grasp. "You expect me to believe a doll tried to peep?" she growled, her patience thinning.

"Kon! Say something!" Yun Che hissed, shaking the plush lion. But Kon remained silent, a picture of stuffed stoicism.

"Liar!" Lin Yueru snapped, loosing an arrow that whizzed past Yun Che's head. He dodged it easily, much to her frustration. "You're just like the rest! A disgusting pervert!"

"Hey! I'm not the one—" Yun Che began, but another arrow cut him off as he leapt to the side.

"You bastard! Leave your life here!" she yelled, firing a barrage of arrows, each faster than the last. Yun Che nimbly dodged every one, hopping over the edge of the hot spring and into the surrounding forest.

"I'm not sticking around for this!" Yun Che muttered, weaving through the trees. "This lady's temper is a disaster waiting to happen!"

"Get back here!" Lin Yueru roared, her arrows slicing through the branches as she gave chase. But by the time she reached the edge of the forest, Yun Che had vanished into the night. Her bow lowered, and she huffed in frustration, muttering to herself.

"That insufferable man…" she grumbled before retreating to the hot spring. Her anger simmered, but deep down, a small part of her couldn't help but be impressed. Few could dodge her arrows—and Yun Che had done so effortlessly.

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Yun Che groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "That little menace tried peeping on her while she was changing and bathing. I stopped him, but she caught me in the process. Kon, being the coward or smart he is, played dead, and she blamed me. I tried explaining, but she didn't believe a plushy could peep, and, well…" He gestured to Lin Yueru's seething glare.

Lin Yueru's hand tightened around her short blade, her voice dripping with fury. "You still blame the plushy? Pervert! Scum! I'll forgive you only if you leave your eyes here!"

She lunged at Yun Che with her sword, slashing with surprising precision.

"Hey, hey, what the hell?!" Yun Che dodged her strikes with ease, stepping aside as her blade narrowly missed him. "It wasn't me, it was this guy!"

In one swift motion, he pulled Kon from his robes and held the plushy up like a shield.

Kon dangled limply, putting on his most convincing "dead plushy" act.

Lin Yueru froze, staring at the plushy in disbelief, her anger bubbling over. "You expect me to believe this thing was the culprit?"

Cang Yue and Xue Ling exchanged knowing looks, both sighing at the absurdity of the situation. As for Lin Yueru shot him another glare, and he wisely decided to stay quiet.

Cang Yue stepped between them, raising a hand to calm Lin Yueru. "Ru'er, let's not make a scene. Che'er, just apologize to her."

"What?! Why? I didn't even do it!" Yun Che shot back, gesturing toward Kon. "You believe me, right?"

"Pervert! Still trying to lie in front of me?!" Lin Yueru snapped, her grip tightening on her sword.

"I'm not lying, you bossy woman!" Yun Che growled, his frustration clear.

Cang Yue held her composure, nodding toward Yun Che. "Che'er, I do believe you, but just apologize. It's not worth fighting over. We'll deal with Kon later—he won't get away with this." Her eyes flicked to Kon, catching a subtle twitch from his supposedly lifeless body.

Yun Che sighed, throwing his head back. "Apologizing for something I didn't even do…" He raised his hands, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Fine. Lady Lin, please be merciful. I'm sorry."

Lin Yueru huffed, crossing her arms as she sheathed her sword. "Humph! Don't let me see you again, or next time I won't be so lenient."

Yun Che shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Sure… sure… bossy woman."

"Che'er…" Cang Yue's tone turned stern, her gaze narrowing at him.

Yun Che groaned but restrained himself, recognizing the warning in Cang Yue's gaze. "Fine. I'll behave." He pointed accusingly at Lin Yueru. "But she started it! Why is she even here?"

"She'll be my second protector, under Big Sis," Cang Yue explained with a calm smile.

"The bossy woman?" Yun Che exclaimed, pointing at Lin Yueru again.

Lin Yueru scowled and stepped forward. "I don't care if you're the Yun Che. If you so much as have ill intentions toward Yue'er, you'll have to answer to me!"

Yun Che smirked, clearly amused. "Of course, I have ill intentions toward her—I'm her fiancé, after all. You bossy woman."

Lin Yueru's eyes flared with indignation. "You dare call me that again?!"

"Oh, I dare!" Yun Che provoked with a grin.

Cang Yue stepped between them, exhaling in exasperation. "Please, you two. Before you start an illegal rumble, can we just board the ark already?"

Lin Yueru huffed, puffing her cheeks indignantly before storming ahead onto the Imperial Ark.

Xue Ling, who had been watching with amused eyes, turned to Yun Che. "Serves you right for trying to peep on her."

"I didn't!" Yun Che protested, grabbing Kon by the head. "This little perverted furball did!" He smirked menacingly at Kon. "You know, I think I'll hand you over to Retsu and let her turn you into lion soup."

Kon immediately came to life, flailing in panic. "Have mercy!" he cried, before disappearing into Yun Che's inner world with a flash. Yun Che sent a mental note to Ryuu and Tori to chew him up literally for payback.

Cang Yue giggled softly as the chaos finally subsided, leaving a moment of peace. "There, now that everyone's calmed down, let's talk."

"Why on earth did you take her on?" Yun Che asked, his tone half-exasperated as he glanced toward the ark where Lin Yueru had stormed off.

"Che'er…" Cang Yue began, her voice sweet and reassuring. "She might look unapproachable, but she has a good heart."

Yun Che scoffed lightly. "More like a cold heart. Even Xia Qingyue wasn't like that. Now I have to deal with her." He sighed in resignation.

Cang Yue chuckled, leaning closer to tease him. "Who knows? You might even be able to melt it."

"Don't say that in front of Retsu or Mio," Yun Che shot back with a smirk, "or you'll be excluded from dinner."

Cang Yue giggled at his jest, her soft laughter easing the tension. Xue Ling sighed, shaking her head at their banter before excusing herself.

"I'll prepare a proper Imperial Protector uniform for Lin Yueru," Xue Ling said before leaving. She cast a thoughtful glance toward Cang Yue and Lin Yueru as she walked away. Despite her initial doubts, she trusted Cang Yue's judgment. If Lin Yueru harbored ill intentions, Cang Yue would sense it long before anyone else. Seeing her relaxed and at ease around the newcomer, Xue Ling gave a subtle nod of approval.

Yun Che, meanwhile, shrugged and excused himself to rejoin Retsu, Mio, and Nemu. "Great," he muttered under his breath. "Now I get to deal with that bossy woman as part of Little Yue's group. I thought Xue Ling was enough"

As Cang Yue watched him leave, she shook her head with a knowing smile. "Che'er will warm up to her eventually," she mused to herself. "He always does."

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Cang Yue turned her gaze toward Lin Yueru as the woman approached the ark's railing, her steps deliberate and composed. This was the same woman she had faced in the arena—not as an enemy, but as a worthy opponent. Though their battle had been fierce, Cang Yue sensed no malice in her. Trusting her instincts, she allowed her guard to ease, her voice steady yet commanding as she spoke.

"Ru'er…"

"Yes?" Lin Yueru turned, her expression softening.

"Can you tell me the real reason you left home?" Cang Yue asked directly. "If you want to be my Imperial Protector, I need to know who you truly are. No secrets."

Lin Yueru blinked, caught off guard. "To pursue great strength?" she answered hesitantly.

Cang Yue's gaze didn't waver. Her sharp eyes, enhanced by her Eagle Vision, caught the faint pulse of energy around Lin Yueru, a clear sign of deceit. "I don't appreciate lies," Cang Yue said, her voice steady. "I can read you like an open book, Ru'er. Be honest with me."

Lin Yueru's eyes widened, shocked that her fib had been uncovered so easily. She hesitated, her cheeks reddening. "Fine... but promise you won't laugh."

"Try me," Cang Yue replied with a slight smirk.

Lin Yueru hesitated, her face turning a deeper shade of red. Then, with a resigned sigh, she blurted out, "Father wanted a grandchild."

Cang Yue froze for a moment, caught completely off guard. "What?"

"Muuu… it's embarrassing, I know," Lin Yueru muttered, looking away. "Father wanted me to get married. He picked suitors, one after another, and started pressuring me to settle down and carry on the family name. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left home. I ended up at QingLong Sect, where I trained, used their resources, and became their top archer in just half a year. But even there, it was more of the same—disciples lining up with marriage proposals. I ran again."

Cang Yue stared at her for a moment, then leaned back with a small smile. "So, you're saying you left home and an entire sect just to escape matchmaking?"

Lin Yueru nodded, her face burning with embarrassment. "It sounds so childish when you put it like that…"

"Not childish," Cang Yue replied, her smile growing. "Just unexpected. Honestly, I thought it was something dramatic, like betrayal or a life-or-death vendetta."

Lin Yueru groaned softly. "I knew I shouldn't have told you."

Cang Yue chuckled lightly but shook her head. "Ru'er, I'm glad you did. I understand more than you think. Being a princess, I've dealt with my fair share of suitors and people trying to use me for their own gain."

Lin Yueru's eyes widened. "You have?"

"Of course," Cang Yue said warmly. "But I refused to let them decide my fate. That's why I can respect your choice to forge your own path, even if it meant running away. I did the same as you before I met Che'er."

Lin Yueru relaxed slightly, a small smile forming on her lips. "Thank you, Yue'er. That means a lot. To think that pervert is your fiancée."

Cang Yue nodded. "But, from now on, no more secrets. If we're going to work together, trust has to go both ways. I trusted big sis. Prove to me that I can trust you."

"Understood," Lin Yueru said with a slight bow. "No more secrets."

"Have you chosen anyone yet?" Cang Yue asked gently, watching Lin Yueru's expression.

"No... I didn't plan to," Lin Yueru admitted, her tone firm. "That's why I've been looking for someone who can best me. So far, no man has ever managed it. I want to prove to my father that I'll marry out of love—a man I choose myself, not someone he picks for me."

Cang Yue smiled warmly. "I'm sure you'll find someone who can not only best you but also love you for who you are."

Lin Yueru nodded, her gaze shifting toward the horizon as the ark soared through the skies. The wind brushed against her face, but her thoughts lingered on a particular memory—the night she encountered Yun Che.

No matter how precise her aim or relentless her pursuit, he had evaded every one of her arrows with ease. His movements had been frustratingly fluid, as though he were toying with her. If they had faced each other in the arena instead of her match with Cang Yue, she knew the outcome would have been humiliating.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as the thought crept into her mind unbidden. What would have happened if Yun Che had been the one to defeat me?

Shaking her head, she scoffed to herself. "That pervert? Not a chance," she muttered under her breath, pushing the thought away.

With renewed resolve, Lin Yueru tightened her grip on her bow and looked ahead. She had made her decision and embraced her new role as Cang Yue's long-range Imperial Protector under Xue Ling's command. Whatever lay ahead, she was ready.

Possibly meeting Cang Yue's master in the future.

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Yun Che stood at the bow of the Imperial Ark, the cool wind teasing the edges of his white coat as the ship soared steadily through the evening sky. The tension in the air was palpable, carrying with it the faint traces of malicious intent from a distance. His sharp eyes gleamed with a knowing confidence, his lips curling into a smirk.

"They're already here, huh?" he murmured, amusement flickering in his tone as his fingers grazed the hilt of his sword. The disturbance ahead wasn't random—it was deliberate, orchestrated, and likely aimed at him or his companions. But instead of trepidation, the realization only fueled his readiness for what lay ahead.

As he took a step forward, his form began to shift, taking on the guise of a figure that commanded respect and fear alike—the persona of the greatest swordsman in the Empire. His casual aura transformed into one of razor-sharp dominance as a black cloak materialized around him, billowing slightly in the wind.

With a deliberate motion, he adjusted his wide-brimmed hat, casting a shadow over his now steely gaze. His voice, lower and more resonant, carried the weight of someone whose name alone could strike terror into his foes.

"Time to remind them," he said, his towering black blade behind him with a metallic whisper, the gleaming edge catching the dim light, "who they're dealing with."