Chapter 70: Two Young Madams?

Seeing Leng Ruoyao’s eyes slightly red, Ming Aiyi’s concern deepened.

The young girl had known Leng Ruoyao for a long time and had almost never seen her cry.

Leng Ruoyao’s slightly red eyes genuinely made her feel uneasy; could something have happened to Zhao Yan?

Thinking of this, the young girl’s heart skipped a beat.

“He said he had private matters, so we parted ways.”

The young girl’s clear, cold voice rang out, but for some reason, it carried a hint of sadness.

“Ruoyao, are you alright? Your complexion looks terrible.”

Seeing the young girl’s eyes still red, Ming Aiyi stepped forward, gently rubbed Leng Ruoyao’s cheek with her tender hand, and asked with concern.

“I’m fine, Aiyi. It’s probably just exhaustion from hunting ferocious beasts.”

Leng Ruoyao let out a soft breath, trying to calm her emotions, and spoke gently to the young girl in front of her.

“Then Ruoyao, you must get a good rest when you go back.”

“Right, the trial is almost over. Why isn’t Zhao Yan back yet?”

“If he doesn’t come back soon, the joint examination will be over.”

Ming Aiyi looked into the distance, her beautiful eyes filled with expectation and worry.

“Ahem, two young madams, let’s trust Young Master Yan. Perhaps Young Master Yan has already returned via another main road.”

“I feel that Young Master Yan values this joint examination greatly; we mustn’t disappoint him,” Zhang Fayue said with determination.

However, after a moment, the two women still hadn’t responded, which made Zhang Fayue feel a little flustered.

He thought carefully and cursed inwardly, “Bad luck! Why did I call them ‘young madams’ when both of them were present?”

Would he get beaten up?

Not only was he no match for these two young girls, but they were also both young madams; how could he fight back?

Thinking of this, the burly young man in purple robes nervously looked at the two women.

When Zhang Fayue saw the condition of the two women, his internal tension was slightly relieved.

Ming Aiyi lowered her head slightly, a few strands of hair falling over her beautiful eyes, creating a subtle, alluring beauty.

Her soft, boneless hands were clasped together, as if hiding many thoughts, making her unfathomable.

As for Leng Ruoyao, she turned her face to the side. Her cold and exquisite face remained as calm as water, but her slightly red earlobes could not hide the ripples in her heart.

“Ruoyao is still here; Zhang Fayue is talking nonsense again,” Ming Aiyi thought to herself.

Wait, something seems wrong? Two young madams? Ruoyao wouldn’t be unhappy, would she?

Thinking this, Ming Aiyi couldn’t help but worry. She raised her beautiful forehead and cast her gaze toward Leng Ruoyao.

At this moment, Leng Ruoyao’s thoughts coincided with Ming Aiyi’s.

The gazes of the two exquisite girls met unexpectedly.

Instantly, an awkward atmosphere filled the space between the two women.

“Um… well, you’re right. Let’s go back first. Perhaps Yan Zhao is already waiting for us there.”

Ming Aiyi broke the silence first, trying to ease the cramped atmosphere with lighthearted words.

“Mm.”

Leng Ruoyao’s eyes appeared somewhat flustered. She nodded gently at Ming Aiyi, and then, the few of them set off together on the main road, starting to walk back.

“Headmaster Sun, what happened to your face?”

Seeing Sun Qingxiong’s bruised and battered face, An Qianfeng asked in surprise.

“Ahem, Qianfeng, that’s not the point. You should have gained quite a lot from this joint examination.”

Sun Qingxiong coughed a few times and said with feigned composure.

“Headmaster Sun, you’ve clearly been beaten! Who dares to inflict such a vicious blow on you in broad daylight!” An Qianfeng’s face was filled with indignation.

“Qianfeng, don’t mind me. You should go to the Spirit-Sensing Stele first and record your points from this joint examination. I’m fine; I just slipped accidentally.”

Sun Qingxiong endured the pain on his face and forced a smile.

“Hiss…”

However, as soon as Sun Qingxiong smiled, he felt a sharp tearing sensation on his face, causing him a stinging pain.

“Headmaster, are you really alright?” An Qianfeng said hesitantly.

How could falling cause such uneven bruising on his face?

An Qianfeng muttered inwardly, clearly not believing Sun Qingxiong’s explanation.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Go quickly,” Sun Qingxiong waved his hands repeatedly, urging An Qianfeng and Ding Chaoxing.

“Alright, Headmaster. We’re going now.” An Qianfeng and Ding Chaoxing cupped their hands in salute and then walked with firm footwork toward the Spirit-Sensing Stele.

Watching the culprit, An Qianfeng, gradually walk away, Sun Chuanxiong’s eyes revealed immense resentment. He gently rubbed his bruised cheek and grumbled softly, “If it weren’t for you, would I have suffered such a brutal beating?”

Ding Chaoxing’s gaze swept across the headmasters near the Spirit-Sensing Stele. He noticed that their eyes were filled with a predatory intensity.

This made him feel a bit nervous. He couldn’t help but say to An Qianfeng beside him, “Qianfeng, those headmasters’ gazes seem a bit off, don’t they?”

A sense of unease also welled up in An Qianfeng’s heart, but he forced himself to remain calm and replied, “Well… Chaoxing, Headmaster Sun said that he would take responsibility for anything that happens.”

At this moment, he suddenly understood the reason for the uneven bruising on Sun Qingfeng’s face. He couldn’t help but touch his own face, feeling increasingly guilty.

“Qingyang First Academy’s An Qianfeng, 1862 points.”

“Qingyang First Academy’s Ding Chaoxing, 581 points.”

“All participating students from Qingyang Prefecture First Academy have been statistically tallied, with a total of 5331 points.”

As the last number was announced, the previously slightly noisy venue fell into silence.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the words at the very top of the Spirit-Sensing Stele—Qingyang First Academy 5331.

“Damn, these points are unprecedented. An Qianfeng is so formidable,” someone exclaimed.

“As expected of students all in the Spirit Attachment Realm!”

“Impressive, but stealing points from other academies, wasn’t that against the rules before?” someone expressed dissatisfaction.

“The rules didn’t say we couldn’t steal. It’s just bad luck for them that Spirit Martial Artists value strength above all else.”

“I can’t agree with that, but Qingyang First Academy has indeed made history this time.”

…

Both those present and those watching the projected images from the projection jade charms couldn’t help but discuss.

Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Sun Qingxiong’s face immediately bloomed with immense glory. He felt that his beating was worth it.

An Qianfeng’s 1862 points! The academy’s total score of over 5000 points!

This was absolutely an achievement without precedent or successor.

Seeing this, Sun Qingxiong provocatively glanced at Ming Zhiyuan, secretly feeling proud.

So what if his cultivation realm is higher? What good is being able to fight? Using your brain is essential when you’re out and about.

Shangluo Academy already has six students with zero points. Even if they manage to hunt a few first-grade ferocious beasts in the remaining time, it will be futile.

Forget competing with Qingyang First Academy; even making it into the top fifteen would be a blessing from their ancestors.

“Old dog, what are you looking at? Did I not serve you well just now?”

Seeing Sun Qingxiong’s provocative gaze, Ming Zhiyuan glared back at him without backing down.

“Hmph.”

Hearing this, Sun Qingxiong couldn’t help but snort coldly.

Although his heart was filled with anger, he dared not act rashly in front of Ming Zhiyuan.

He could only retreat a few steps helplessly and stand behind Ma Yu.

Seeing Sun Qingxiong’s cowardly demeanor, Ming Zhiyuan also looked at him with utter contempt.

However, deep down, he couldn’t help but sigh.

This joint examination was a complete disaster.

He had originally hoped for his academy to rank in the top five, but now it seemed even the top fifteen would be difficult.

He had initially planned to take this opportunity to perform well and make a name for himself, but because of that scoundrel, everything was ruined.

Moreover, other academies had at most three or four students with zero points, while his Shangluo Academy had a full six.

Thinking of this, Ming Zhiyuan couldn’t help but feel a wave of bitterness.

Fortunately, that An Qianfeng hadn’t encountered his daughter.

Even if he was from the An Clan, he would never let him off the hook and would definitely make him pay the price.