"Good morning, Tian." She greeted Tian with her usual lovely smile.
"Morning, Xi'er," as he ogles her body, and she moves toward the shower to wash her body.
After she washes her body, she joins Ling Tian in the tub, sitting in his lap and resting her head in his chest.
"You should stay here from now on, cultivate with my yang qi inside your body." Ling Tian tells her.
"But what about—" Ling Tian cut her off.
"Don't worry about it, I will take care of it, and you should forget about it and focus on raising your cultivation for now."
She has many questions, but decides to say nothing and follow her man's direction.
"Okay…"
After finishing, they left the bathroom and dressed up. Both of them are now using the Azure Dragon Sect outer disciple clothes. A white and azure robe with silver trim.
"I will go out now," he said goodbye to Yun Xi.
"Mmm… Take care," she said as she hugged Tian and kissed him.
He picked up his disciple tokens before heading to the Sect plaza, where many other outer disciples were gathering. He wants to look for Han Jian.
"Did you hear, some idiot used an elder's name for his own gain!"
"Oh, him? Yeah, I know, I even see him forcing a girl to marry him."
"What? Then what happened?
"Well, the elder, Han Qingyue, is the name he has been using. She personally went down to the male outer disciples' dormitory, and no one could even breathe properly!"
"Ah... poor bastard."
Hearing this, Ling Tian eyebrow rising, then suddenly a loud voice echoed through the plaza.
"LING TIAN!!!!" A young man burst through, drawing his sword and pointing it in his direction.
It was Han Jian, a horrible sword scar cutting across his face, his left eye covered by an eye patch, his remaining gaze glowing with anger.
"Ling Tian, you commoner, where is my wife?" He growled.
"Wife? Do you even have a wife?" rising his shoulder, acting dumb.
"YUN XI!!! Where is she?!" He raised his voice.
"Oh, her? She was with me all night long…" he gives him a teasing smile.
"What? What did you do? What did you do to her?" Han Jian began losing control.
"You should know what we are doing," he gave Han Jian a mocking smirk and showed his hand with his thumb between his middle and index finger, showing him that they had sex.
"YOU BASTARD!!!!"
"Ling Tian! I, Han Jian, challenge you to a death match in the sect arena." He growled.
Hearing those words, Ling Tian raised his face then look at Han Jian with a smirk.
This is what I've been waiting for… Now I can kill you without causing a problem.
"Sure."
Then he pulls out the jade transmission and calls an elder.
"Elder, I've been challenged into a death match, request for your approval."
A few minutes later, Elder Su appeared and descended.
"So you, Outer disciple Han Jian, challenge a deathmatch with Outer disciple Ling Tian? You both just entered the sect yesterday. And you, Ling Tian, your cultivation is lower than that of Outer disciple Han Jian. Are you sure you accept the challenge?" Elder Su looked at Ling Tian with an worry expression.
"Yes." Ling Tian nodded.
In this world, unless one is a cultivation genius or happens to have a powerful weapon, they would never be able to beat another with a higher cultivation base.
And in Elder Su's eyes, Ling Tian has potential, even gave him the golden token, and he even heard that the sect leader has eyes on him.
Elder Su turned silent to ponder for a moment, and he said a few seconds later: "This is a deathmatch with your life at risk. Once you step onto that stage, neither of you is allowed to leave until only one remains in this world. Do you two agree?"
"Yes." Ling Tian answered with a calm voice.
"Yes." Han Jian's voice filled with rage.
"Very well, since you both agree, then let us head to the arena..." Elder Su began walking first and led the way.
****
On the way to the are arena, suddenly Ling Tian heard a ding.
[Ding!]
[Mission: Kill Han Jian in one attack in a death match.]
[Reward: Weapon Coupon & Abilities Coupon.]
[Penalty: Death.]
What the—
A death penalty? Looks like I have to go all out. I think something will kill me if I don't kill him in one attack. Does Han Jian have a protector? Or does he have a special item?
Ling Tian kept walking, eyes forward, face calm. He turned the mission over in his head as the sect arena came into view, its stone walls rising above the surrounding buildings.
He glanced sideways at Han Jian, who was still fuming, sword hand trembling with barely contained rage.
Good. Stay angry, Han Jian. Let that rage boil over and compromise your guarded spirit.
You are so consumed by your own fury that you haven't even considered the consequences of this moment.
Irrational men act with rash desperation, and desperation is the quickest path to the grave.
The arena floor was packed dirt and stone, wide enough for twenty men to fight at once. Elder Su took his position at the edge and raised a hand.
"This is a sanctioned death match between outer disciples Han Jian and Ling Tian," Elder Su announced, his voice carrying across the empty seats. "There are no rules. There is no surrender. The match ends when one of you dies."
Han Jian stepped onto the arena floor and drew his sword, spiritual energy already flooding into the blade.
Ling Tian stepped forward and reached for his wooden sword.
A few outer disciples who had followed to watch started laughing.
"He's using that thing again?"
"Against a Ninth Stage cultivator? He's insane."
Ling Tian ignored them, but Elder Su who stop him.
"Wait!" He threw a regular steel sword to Ling Tian.
"Use that; at least you have a proper weapon in a deathmatch."