I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1094 - 1095 Long Xue Martial Arts Tournament
Chapter 1094: Chapter 1095: Long Xue? Martial Arts Tournament for Marriage?
Chapter 1094 -1095: Long Xue? Martial Arts Tournament for Marriage?
“Long Xue?”
“She is the new disciple taken in by the Island Master, the cultivator with the Purple Dragon Bloodline Force?”
“Indeed, she’s breathtakingly beautiful, just like a ripe red apple. I really don’t know where the Island Master found her. The Purple Bloodline Force is a naturally supreme physique, and as long as one doesn’t die young, they’ll surely become famous throughout the world one day!”
“I wonder which lucky fellow will get to marry such a ravishing beauty. If she were mine, I could smile for a year!”
Seeing that the person of interest finally appeared, the cultivators became noisy, and apart from a very few disciples, nearly all had only heard scraps of information about this Island Master’s disciple. Today was the first time they were seeing her in person.
“Hmph, she’s just as pretty as ever.”
The corners of Long Aotian’s mouth turned up involuntarily. He was not like these ordinary people around him; right when Long Xue had first arrived on Ice Dragon Island, he had already met her and had automatically considered her to be his future wife.
After all, apart from him, which other disciple on this island could match her?
The two of them together would be the true match made in heaven!
But as he was lost in his wild thoughts, a coarse voice pulled him back to reality.
“Holy shit!”
“My lady!”
“Wife!”
Li Xiaobai’s voice wasn’t loud, but it reached the ears of every cultivator present. In an instant, the White Jade Tower became deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The young men in the crowd couldn’t help but widen their eyes in disbelief. What did they just hear? My lady? Wife?
Such bold and audacious words were spoken so naturally by the Third Young Master of the Han Family. What was this kid thinking—did he believe the Immortal was someone he could defile?
“Hmm?”
Long Xue was slightly stunned and looked in the direction of Li Xiaobai, her eyes somewhat hazy. Although he didn’t look the same, she thought she saw a familiar figure in him.
“Young Master, we’ve only met by chance, why do you address me with such liberties?”
“Ahem, in the presence of beauty, it’s hard to control oneself. Perhaps this is fate. I believe that Miss Long Xue was born to be my bride,” Li Xiaobai said with a smile on his face, while his heart was in turmoil.
Damn it!
Which bastard did this, making Long Xue suddenly become the Island Master’s disciple, which means she’s now the one being fought over by everyone seeking a martial match?
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The plan to stealthily steal away the beauty without anyone noticing had to be abandoned before it even began.
If it were not for the presence of three Saint Realm powerhouses from Ice Dragon Island, he would be tempted to go on a Godzilla rampage right now.
“The Young Master is straightforward, but I dare not accept your words,” Long Xue replied with a smile, a hint of strangeness flashing in her eyes.
“Shut up!”
“You lowly and shameless scoundrel, to openly flirt with Immortal Longxue, you’re simply a disgrace to scholars, worse than a beast!”
“Exactly, Miss Longxue and our Brother Long are a match made in heaven, what are you in comparison, daring to meddle in their affairs?”
“How audacious, an Immortal is not someone you can defile!”
The cultivators of Ice Dragon Island could no longer restrain themselves and burst into rage. Long Aotian was still present, and anyone with eyes knew Long Xue was predestined for him, and that he, the paragon of Ice Dragon Island, was naturally her intended one. Who else could be worthy of the Purple Dragon Bloodline Force?
“Young Master Han, Long is aware of your admiration for Xue’er, but I still hope you can control yourself. Some words, once spoken, can bring disaster upon oneself.”
Long Aotian took a light sip of his tea and spoke indifferently.
In his heart, a towering fury was already surging, but to maintain the image and temperament of the sect’s top disciple, he had to suppress that flame.
It felt as if Han Buzhu was sent specifically to infuriate him, not only had he stolen his seat earlier, but now he also dared to flirt with his woman, a green hue practically sprouting atop his head, almost turning into a vast grassy plain.
“The desire for beauty is natural to everyone; I was indeed presumptuous just now.”
Li Xiaobai said cheerfully, with his mind rapidly calculating how to proceed. Longxue was in close proximity, but he couldn’t act immediately, feeling as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
Had only the Island Master been present today, he would have definitely confronted him, but with the devoted Great Elder and the enigmatic Second Elder by his side, resorting to force seemed quite troublesome.
But this Long Aotian was being rather presumptuous, calling his wife Xue’er to her face—it seemed as if he no longer wanted his tongue.
He resolved to find an opportunity during the contest on the stage to eliminate him and prevent future troubles.
“It’s alright, today’s esteemed guests are all gifted disciples from various domains, surely possessing extensive knowledge. I am willing to play the zither for the gentlescholars. Could you take this opportunity to compose a poem?”
“A perfect moment in beautiful scenery, rich in poetic and picturesque charm—it would not be wasted as a beautiful tale.”
Long Xue said with a smile, each smile and frown was captivating, the youthful vibrancy and enchanting charm of the young woman was fully displayed.
“It’s a rare leisured mood from Xue’er. Long is willing to compose a poem for Xue’er, to praise the celestial beauty she embodies!”
Long Aotian said with a faint smile, calling her ‘Xue’er’ in an affectionate tone. Any cultivator present, if not foolish, could understand the implication—Long Xue was most likely promised to Long Aotian.
But this was within everyone’s expectations; after all, as a bearer of the Purple Dragon Clan’s Bloodline Force, neither the Island Master nor the other Elders would simply hand her over to another sect. Marrying their own clan’s pride to strengthen the sect was the ultimate strategy, making Ice Dragon Island’s top talent, Long Aotian, the obvious choice.
“Yes, indeed, Immortal Longxue, with a beauty like that of a celestial being, is fortunate to be taken under the Island Master’s wing—it’s a blessing for Ice Dragon Island!”
“To be able to appreciate the Immortal’s musical talent is our honor, I will definitely exhaust my heart to compose a passage for the Immortal!”
The other cultivators also agreed in unison, watching such a beauty play the zither was indeed a pleasing affair.
“I don’t possess much beauty myself; if you gentlemen wish to offer praise, I suggest praising my Master’s enchanting allure—that truly reflects the visage of a celestial being.”
A hint of disgust flickered in Long Xue’s eyes as she effortlessly spoke, her wrists turning to produce an ancient zither. She casually stroked it, the sound lingering in the air, the notes encircling the hearts of those present.
The flattery ceased abruptly as the cultivators were struck with awe—the melody could focus the mind and sense the cultivation level!
Her slender and nimble fingers danced on the strings like fluttering butterflies, elf-like, with visible layers of light blue waves spreading and cleansing the minds and bodies of the young talents present.
Li Xiaobai nodded slightly; Long Xue never ceased her pursuit of the Path of Qin Music, it’s just a pity that for him, this music bore no effect. The System automatically blocked all, including the sound of the zither.
As the piece came to an end, it was like a mountain stream’s cease and desist, resembling a path leading to a secluded spot that intoxicated and made one reluctant to open their eyes and awaken.
Long Aotian’s eyes were filled with deep infatuation, “She still plays the zither so well!”
