The first battle's victory was enough to prove that the martial arts families among the common folk were not unwarranted in their fame.

Although the elderly man was injured, a joy that he couldn't hide surfaced on his weathered face as he stepped down from the stage. Having taken a seat and sipped some tea, he began to converse enthusiastically with the many white-bearded elders around him... His words carried the air of one commanding the world with great vigor, leaving the inner disciples of Jade Clear Sect gaping in astonishment, their goosebumps falling to the ground...

Leaving other things aside, just speaking of confidence, this group of commoner families was indeed quite complacent.

Of course, the battle on the stage was intense, and the crowd around it was equally noisy. The local residents at the foot of Immortal Mountain had already gathered here early on. There were even families who had come to watch the excitement; these people with their simple and honest customs lived in the present, yet had never seen the hidden sects openly engage in martial exchanges.

Listening to the endless hawking below, and feeling the enthusiasm of this land and water, Feng Yi found it quite interesting to watch...

The fierce battle went on from early morning until noon. The scorching sun continuously evaporated the heat from the earth, while only the cicadas persisted in their calling from the trees...

Under the roasting sunlight, and the dual confrontation with fire-based forbidden arts, Feng Yi's body exuded a fine sheen of sweat. Even the blade of grass in his mouth wilted over time...

It seemed he needed a drink to quench his thirst. Covering his slightly aching chest, Feng Yi teleported and quickly flipped to the ground. "Ma'am, a bottle of purified water, please."

"Alright, but this hot weather, are you also here to watch the arena fight?" The old lady selling cold drinks asked while taking out a bottle of mineral water.

"Heh, of course." Feng Yi unscrewed the cap and took a big gulp—wow! Not bad at all, and it's chilled too.

So, he casually bought two more bottles. Returning to the high platform, he handed a bottle of purified water to Mengdie, "It's very refreshing. Do you want a bottle?"

Mengdie hesitated upon hearing this, but it was only for a moment. She reached out with her delicate hand to take the bottle and then carefully began to twist the cap...

It must be said, Feng Yi was also extremely curious about Mengdie's true appearance. Although her eyes were covered by a light veil, driven by curiosity, even he couldn't help but incline his head to sneak a glance.

After a moment of hesitant silence... Mengdie's deep gaze seemed to contain a thousand words, a trace of silent grievance, as if voicing without sound: why are you staring at me like that...

But she didn't avoid it. Perhaps it was only in front of very few people that Mengdie was willing to show her true face.

As she gently removed half of her veil, Mengdie began to sip the water quietly by herself...

Even with Feng Yi's composure, he was momentarily dazzled by the stark contrast of Mengdie's appearance before and after, and he became disheveled. That could be described as beauty that could bring a city to its knees once the light veil was removed.

Such a beauty, Feng Yi's astonishment was clearly visible, his thoughts entirely occupied by the shock. Without paying attention, he didn't secure his own water bottle properly. The greater half of the bottle hung over the edge of the high platform, and with a gust of wind, the purified water simply fell...

"My water, my water..."

Seeing this, Feng Yi reached out to grab it, clutching his hair with an utterly dismayed expression.

Observing his somewhat comical state, Mengdie slightly opened her eyes, wordlessly handing back most of the bottle of water to Feng Yi, leaving the fragrance of her lips on it.

This is, maybe not so good, right? Wouldn't this be an indirect kiss...? But if the girl didn't mind, why should he, a filthy man, care?

Feng Yi took the bottle of mineral water nonchalantly, paused for a moment, and then drank heartily...

"Here, I didn't blow into the bottle." Can anyone do that? He placed the half-filled bottle beside Mengdie again, feeling even more awkward the more he spoke.

Mengdie heard him but showed no emotional fluctuations on her serene face.

Having repositioned her veil, her jade-like delicate hand moved softly in the air. As the Butterfly Dance Handprint slowly changed, the Ice Flower and Dew condensed by the sweet spring encircled Mengdie like a rainbow, bringing an almost surreal illusion to the beholder.

The Sweet Dew, like obedient children, swirled and accurately poured into the bottle. The water in the bottle instantly turned a sweet emerald green. Mengdie pushed the bottle back to Feng Yi, averting her gaze, refusing to look at him.

This quirky girl was just too cool... Feng Yi couldn't help but take a sip, forgetting the mouth-to-mouth contact. After savoring it, he found the water sweet to the taste and fresh as nature itself. If it were to be sold, it would certainly bring in a hefty income.

Boom...

A chilling presence suddenly interrupted Feng Yi's thoughts. Looking down, another powerful master from among the commoner martial artists ascended the stage, facing off against one of the male inner disciples.

The aura exuded by this elder was much more formidable than that of the Duolun Sect master from before. While the Duolun Sect master's boxing was fierce, this person gave off the impression of being able to break through all resistance with explosive strength, likely surpassing the destructive power of the former.

Looking at his opponent, although young, every bulging muscle hinted that he was no less capable in close combat. Moreover, the opposing elder's weakened body and insufficient vitality gave the young man a considerable advantage. Of course, in terms of experience, he certainly couldn't match the veteran savvy of the elder.

But what did that matter? As the saying goes, ambition isn't limited to the elderly; age is not enough to explain everything. Think of those masters who have roamed the world, whether it be Kexiao or the internationally renowned General Feng Yi, weren't they all young and distinguished? Compared to these elders who were nearly half a step into the coffin, young people have no fear.

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