Chapter 31: The Allure of Bai Ge and a Lingering Threat

The Inner Sect Competition continued, yet with the appearance of Zhou Xiaoyue, the Myriad Fire Spirit Physique, everything else seemed to lose its luster.

No matter how formidable the subsequent participants might be, their cultivation remained at the Foundation Establishment stage. Coupled with similar magical artifacts and cultivation techniques, their matches often left the audience feeling drowsy.

However, a sudden surge of energy swept through the crowd when Bai Ge, clad in pristine white robes, ascended the arena.

“Senior Brother Bai Ge is so handsome!”

“Senior Brother Bai Ge, you’re the best!”

“This Inner Sect Competition’s victor is definitely Senior Brother Bai Ge—no doubt about it!”

Among the spectators, the female cultivators who admired Bai Ge were the most fervent. Their faces flushed with excitement as they cheered him on, each secretly wishing such a dashing man could be their companion.

While Ye Cha was undeniably striking, the women knew they were no match for the Sect Master, who had already set her sights on him. Ye Cha’s otherworldly allure was simply beyond their reach.

In contrast, Bai Ge was equally handsome and, more importantly, unattached.

Such a man naturally became the object of their collective pursuit.

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers for Bai Ge, he maintained his pleasant smile. As his opponent instantly fell into a daze of infatuation, he swiftly launched his attack.

Even so, Bai Ge’s assault was gentle.

It didn’t take long for his opponent to concede, clearing the way for the next challenger to step forward and face him.

“Sect Master, I am Zhou Lingling of the Flying Cloud Sect. I have come at the behest of my elders to deliver this item to you.”

As the arena battles intensified, Zhou Lingling finally managed to shake off the persistent Wang Li. Her mind then turned to her true purpose in visiting the Soaring Heaven Sect, glancing at Ye Cha, who stood beside Shen Ruotong.

A secret delight bloomed in her heart. ‘How foolish of me,’ she thought, ‘to have forgotten that my official capacity allows me to openly approach Ye Cha.’

Yet, she knew she had to proceed indirectly. First, she needed to settle the official business with Shen Ruotong.

Of course, this did not prevent Zhou Lingling from covertly stealing glances at Ye Cha. Being in such close proximity, he felt more real, more tangible than when she merely observed him from afar.

It served as a stark, undeniable reminder to Zhou Lingling that a man of such perfect appearance truly existed in this world.

Ye Cha, sensing Zhou Lingling’s fervent gaze, showed no change in expression. He simply remained where he was, feigning ignorance.

Despite Zhou Lingling’s powerful background, she did not fall within Ye Cha’s ‘hunting’ criteria.

As he had previously mused, the difference between a ‘rich second-generation’ and a ‘self-made wealthy individual’ was immense.

With an exceptional ‘self-made wealthy’ woman like Shen Ruotong, Ye Cha knew there was no need to painstakingly search for others. He could simply ‘hang himself on one tree’; pursuing too many would only lead to unforeseen complications.

While Ye Cha desired to ‘conquer’ Shen Ruotong, he never forgot that her formidable strength meant she could kill him as effortlessly as crushing an ant.

Ye Cha would never underestimate a woman’s possessiveness, especially after his heart had been stabbed by his ex-girlfriend in his previous life.

His ex-girlfriend had rambled incoherently, accusing him of being heartless, yet simultaneously declaring she would never let him go to another woman.

Only after confirming he had indeed been fatally stabbed and had subsequently transmigrated to this cultivation world did Ye Cha diverge from other transmigrators who often sought ways to return.

Return?

He would likely be nothing more than ashes now.

“Watch out!”

Just as Ye Cha’s mind wandered, Zhou Lingling’s panicked voice suddenly rang out. Snapped back to reality, Ye Cha saw a short dagger flying straight towards him from the arena.

Coincidentally, it was aimed directly at his heart—about to be stabbed once more.