Chapter 51: Yandere Illusion, Secretly Causing Trouble

On the arena, the air surged like a raging tide!

Su Xiaoxiao's performance continued!

Zhang Hongfei shifted his feet, his blood and Qi churning. He stared fixedly at Su Xiaoxiao, a trace of unease rising in his heart.

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao's face suddenly turned pale, her delicate body swayed, and she softly "fainted" into Crown Prince Li Chongjun's arms.

"Wuu… I'm dizzy… it hurts…"

Her voice was full of childishness, soft, sweet, and pitiful.

Crown Prince Li Chongjun was instantly heartbroken and pulled her into an embrace.

"Miss Su? Are you alright?"

In his anxiety, he even forgot to refer to himself as "This Seat". While calling out, he gently helped her to the edge of the arena, protecting her as much as possible from the fallout of the battle.

Below in the spectator stands, there was an uproar:

"She fainted just like that?"

"The might of Ancient Martial Arts, even a spectator can't withstand it?"

"Sigh… This girl is beautiful, but she's a bit too delicate…"

Meanwhile, taking advantage of the moment everyone's eyes were averted, Su Xiaoxiao quietly produced a strand of Spiritual thread invisible to the naked eye, transforming it into a phantom chain that silently coiled around one of Zhang Hongfei's ankles.

Her lips curled slightly: "Making me act so hard, you must pay the price~"

Crown Prince Li Chongjun was unaware of her secret actions, but feeling the enemy's Aura falter, a surge of heroism rose in his heart.

He stomped hard on the arena, his spiritual power condensing in his palm, and a golden literary formation suddenly unfolded!

"[Wind and Thunder Move]!"

Literary Qi struck like lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. As he struck with his palm, a distorted palm force of wind and thunder shattered the air, transforming into a Lightning Dragon that roared forward!

"Get lost!"

Zhang Hongfei was about to defend, but suddenly felt his ankle tighten, causing him to lose his balance!

"What?!"

Before he could steady himself, the Lightning Dragon had already blasted him off the arena, slamming him into a stone pillar in the corner!

"Bang—!"

Dust exploded into the air!

An outburst of shock and exclamation erupted all around the stands!

"Zhang Hongfei lost?!"

"Didn't they say his Physical Body was invincible, known as the 'Sky-Supporting Arm'?"

Xiang Qingxuan's expression changed abruptly. Just as he wanted to step forward to assist, he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing toward his face!

"You are already Divided Soul."

Crown Prince Li Chongjun laughed softly, his brush tip rising in his hand!

"[Fierce Literature · Army Breaker]!"

A phantom image of a scroll appeared in mid-air, its ink like swords, slashing down in anger!

Xiang Qingxuan could only roar and resist head-on!

"Break for me!!!"

His fists exploded with sound, colliding head-on with the phantom literary sword. The waves of Qi churned, and the entire arena trembled!

Finally—

"Boom!"

The literary sword sliced through the air. Xiang Qingxuan was blasted back seven steps, his blood and Qi churning; he had nearly been defeated as well!

At this moment, Crown Prince Li Chongjun had already retreated to the center of the arena, holding the "fainted" Su Xiaoxiao.

He looked coldly at the two Disciples of the Ancient Martial Arts families, his robes fluttering, his demeanor elegant and outstanding:

"Your fists are not bad, but unfortunately, against me… they are still not enough."

In the stands, applause suddenly broke out. Many literary Cultivators looked on with burning eyes, and even began to change their opinion of this "dissolute Young Master."

In the corner below the stage, Xiao Qiao secretly glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, only to feel that this guy, with her eyes narrowed, was actually somewhat cunning and cute.

She pouted and muttered softly:

"How does this look like fainting? She's clearly… peeking at me?"

But amidst the cheers, an icy, piercing gaze fell like a sharp blade upon that delicate, pretty figure in Crown Prince Li Chongjun's arms.

—Liu Pianpian.

She stood in front of the southeast viewing platform, wearing a fiery red dress. Her figure was graceful, her eyes full of charm, but at this moment, her expression was terribly ugly!

The position that should have belonged to her, Liu Pianpian, had now been snatched away by an unknown "useless Spiritual Root"!

"Crown Prince Li Chongjun, you have really improved—hugging someone else right in front of me?"

Liu Pianpian clenched her hands, her long nails digging fiercely into her palms, yet her bright red lips curled into a dangerous arc.

"Hmph, I want to see… how long your deep affection can last."

Meanwhile, in a corner to the west of the viewing platform, Xue Yao was standing quietly, draped in a silver-white short robe, her eyes narrowed slightly.

She watched as Su Xiaoxiao's familiar delicate body snuggled into Crown Prince Li Chongjun's arms, and her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle:

"…Master, what are you doing?"

Of course she knew that Su Xiaoxiao was a man; she had even heard him say with her own ears— "How could a man like a man."

But now, Crown Prince Li Chongjun was deeply devoted to her, extremely gentle, and even declared in public that he "only loves Su Xiaoxiao alone."

And her Master, a dignified Dao Ancestor, was actually not dodging, not refusing, not explaining… instead, she was smiling.

That smile was indescribably subtle, indescribably… shy?

"Are you really going to… accept him?"

Xue Yao's heart was in turmoil.

Since she began cultivating, she had regarded Su Xiaoxiao as a god-like existence, even taking pride in "him" as the goal for her Dao Heart. Now, suddenly seeing her "god" turn into a little delicate girl who could act spoiled and cute, and actually being pampered by a man in front of the entire Immortal Realm—

That sense of displacement was so intense it almost felt like it would shatter her!

"If Crown Prince Li Chongjun knew the truth…"

Xue Yao looked at that incredibly handsome, brilliantly talented son of the Li family, and felt her throat go dry.

"He would go crazy, right."

Meanwhile, Su Xiaoxiao was still nestled in Crown Prince Li Chongjun's arms, her eyes curved, her ears twitching, as if she had heard the gnashing of teeth from a certain direction.

Her lips curled up, and she snorted inwardly:

"Damn it, if it weren't for playing a useless Spiritual Root, would I have to act so miserably? I'm seriously drunk!"

She pretended to be "waking up," her voice soft and sweet:

"Huu… okay… okay, I'm fine, put me down quickly!"

Crown Prince Li Chongjun looked down at her "weak" appearance, the tenderness in his eyes undiminished, and whispered: "You haven't steadied yourself yet, I'll support you."

Su Xiaoxiao felt a headache just hearing that.

"Support your sister, I am a Dao Ancestor!"

But on her face, she remained soft and weak, her tone shy: "…No need, I'm much better already."

She struggled, but couldn't break free from Crown Prince Li Chongjun's gentle yet firm embrace. That handsome face was inches away, his gaze clear and burning, as if he wanted to see right through her.

Su Xiaoxiao almost broke character and rolled her eyes.

"If this kid knew I was actually a man, wouldn't his Dao Heart shatter on the spot? Tsk… pitiful, truly pitiful."

She simply placed her hands on Crown Prince Li Chongjun's chest and gave a light push, her face full of "thinking for your sake": "Really, I can walk by myself…"

Crown Prince Li Chongjun looked at her weak appearance, his heart trembling slightly; how could he bear to let go?

"Mm… then take it slow." He finally let go, but his gaze remained the same.

Not far away, Liu Pianpian was mad with anger.

She was the legitimate Bloodline of the Great Tang Princess, dual-cultivating in literature and martial arts, peerless in talent and beauty; even the famous clans of the Eastern Region had to look up to her. Yet now, she had actually lost to a girl with a "useless Spiritual Root"?

"What kind of love potion did this bitch feed Crown Prince Li Chongjun!"

She stared at Su Xiaoxiao's seemingly weak, but actually enticingly graceful figure. Her heart pounded wildly, and her eyes grew cold.

"Su Xiaoxiao, is it? Are you forcing me to enter the arena myself… to tear off that pitiful mask of yours?"

On the other side, Xue Yao stared at the profile of her "Master" and finally felt at ease.

"As expected, Master is still Master? Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to face him in the future."

Watching Su Xiaoxiao turn and walk away, she suddenly admired Crown Prince Li Chongjun's courage, while also feeling an inexplicable sorrow for him.

"…"