Chapter 1938: Chapter 1937: Song of Tingyu in the Pavilion

Bai Qingmo revealed her shell-like teeth in a faint smile.

The originally bright look in her eyes dimmed.

Her thoughts quickly immersed in this piece of music.

Her slender jade-like fingers glided over the long zither.

The sound of the zither followed the wind, along with the rain soaking into the soil.

As if dreams were buried in a grave.

The song ended.

Bai Qingmo put away the long zither and respectfully bowed to Tingyu.

"Young Master, farewell."

After saying that, she opened the door, carrying a long sword and holding an oiled paper umbrella painted with lotus and fish, stepped into the rain.

Seeing Bai Qingmo leave, he felt a sense of loss rising in his heart.

A woman entered from outside, she was quite voluptuous.

A charming smile hung on her face.

Tingyu led her into a secret chamber.

Titles and riches, to hell with them.

Bai Qingmo walked in the rain, feeling melancholic.

"Good looks lead to quick aging, this saying is indeed true."

"Sect Master Ting Yu looked handsome before, but now he’s like an old man of ten thousand years."

"Right, I should go back and rest well, and when the sun rises, I’ll head to Blackwater Square to meet the heroes of the Blackwater Secret Realm."

Thinking of this, she walked out from her previous sorrowful mood.

A smile appeared on her face as she headed towards her room.

At the same time, Wang Ye also returned to his room.

Amidst the blue mist, a human figure gradually emerged.

As soon as the figure condensed into human form, Xia Yurou wrinkled her jade nose, guessing that Wang Ye had returned.

She was too lazy to open her eyes and continued to sleep.

Wang Ye returned to the room, washed up a bit.

Changed into a clean black outfit, straightened his collar, and then sat cross-legged in the room, entering into a state of cultivation.

The next day.

The sky was just getting light, and the sound of birds chirping came from outside the window.

The spring wind carried the fragrance of flowers to greet him.

Noises came from outside the window.

"Haha, this is great, Nangong Ren has advanced directly to the final."

"Young Master Nangong is really incredible, he eliminated eight thousand heroic men in a snap."

"Nangong Ren has now directly entered the top three, I wonder who else will make it into the top three, let’s wait and see."

"It’s said that Sect Master Wang from Tianyong Mountain is also very formidable."

"Let me tell everyone some good news, the number one prodigal son of the Blackwater Secret Realm, Wang Ming, is dead."

"Is this news true?"

"Absolutely true, the mourning hall is already set up in the Wang Residence, can it be fake?"

"Only villains can deal with villains, Wang Ming’s death is really good news for the Blackwater Secret Realm."

"But who exactly killed Wang Ming, considering there are countless experts in the Wang Family Mansion."

The commotion from outside the window woke Wang Ye from his dream.

He opened his eyes, finding the sunlight a bit dazzling.

At some point, an extra piece of clothing had appeared on his back.

The scent on the clothing was very familiar to him, it belonged to Xia Yurou.

He stood up and placed the clothing on the table.

The door creaked open.

Xia Yurou and Shen Biyue returned with breakfast.

Both had joyful expressions, as if some joyous event had happened in the world.

"Sect Master, Nangong Ren has reached the finals, he might be a formidable rival for you."

Worry flashed in Xia Yurou’s eyes.

Wang Ye smiled calmly upon hearing this.

"No problem."

"The time is not early, we should head to Blackwater Square, I have to participate today."

Wang Ye thought for a moment and said.

If there are more people like Nangong Ren.

I would have no chance.

So today, I have to participate no matter what.

"Okay."

Xia Yurou swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She was also curious to see how much Wang Ye’s cultivation had improved during this time.

Feeling quite expectant.

Meanwhile, a sense of joy rose in Shen Biyue’s heart.

Wang Ming was dead.

The Wang Family Mansion was engulfed in grief.

Everyone in the residence wore mourning clothes.

She lifted her eyes to glance at Wang Ye.

"Sect Master Wang, did you know? Wang Ming is dead."

A thought arose in her mind.

The Sect Master was not here last night.

Could it be that Wang Ming was killed by the Sect Master?

If that were true, the Sect Master might indeed have something for her.

He wouldn’t risk the night to kill Wang Ming otherwise.

Thinking of this, joy naturally filled her heart.

Wang Ye heard this, his gaze fixed on his nose, his nose fixed on his heart.

Pretending not to know anything.

"I’m not sure, how did he die?"

"It’s good that such a person is dead, let’s not talk about that waste."

Wang Ye had no interest in wasting time on Wang Ming.

Shen Biyue said no more upon hearing this.

The three of them had breakfast together.

Then walked towards Blackwater Square.

As soon as they stepped out of the building, a raucous voice could be heard.

"This person is truly blessed."

"He must have saved all sentient beings in his previous life, or else why would he have such good fortune."

"Both women are stunning beauties, if I could have just one of them, I would gladly go to the eighteenth level of hell."

"I just wonder how he managed to win the hearts of both beauties."

Everyone watching the three of them had various discussions.

One man and two women came out of the inn, they must have spent the night together.

These commoners naturally thought of some common affairs.

Xia Yurou listened to these discussions, her expression calm and composed.

While Shen Biyue’s cheeks flushed red.

But she didn’t say much.

If she could truly be with Wang Ye, that would be her own fortune.

Amidst the noise, the three arrived at Blackwater Square.

At this moment, the square was crowded with people.

Many people were sweating profusely, trying to get into Blackwater Square.

Wang Ye and the others had to stand at the very outer edge.

The arena was filled with people, all competing.

But evidently, these people didn’t have Nangong Ren’s luck, they could only fight their opponents one by one.

People on the stage changed again and again.

No one has managed to hold the arena for more than fifteen minutes.

It was evident that the strength of most heroes was not very different.

Wang Ye saw an empty arena and flew up.

He faced a smiling man.

Wang Ye had heard of this person’s reputation.

This man named Wind Blade, a smile hiding a knife.

"Young hero, I salute you."

Wind Blade saluted respectfully.

At the same time, an attack quietly flew up.

The target was Wang Ye’s throat.

A dagger flew instantly to the side of Wang Ye.

Wang Ye’s body suddenly turned into blue smoke, disappearing from the arena.

Wind Blade was shocked.

"What kind of eerie cultivation technique is this?"

Meanwhile, his body exploded. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Wang Ye’s figure appeared on the stage once more.

"This?"

"This cultivation technique is too bizarre."

"To think Wind Blade was a master in the Heavenly Saint Boundary, but couldn’t stand a single move from this man?"

"Who is this person? His strength is formidable."

This battle immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Partly because Wang Ye’s ruthless attack shredded his opponent to pieces.

Also because of the mysteriousness of his cultivation technique.