The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 398: I’m married if I don’t lose
On the competition ground
Ning Chang was replaced on stage by his master, Elder Xuan Yin, while His Highness Yan Yi, who was originally prepared to take the stage from the Ghost Clan, was replaced by His Highness Yan Qian, the King of Hell from the Ghost Clan.

As soon as these two people came on stage, they had louder voices than Ning Shang and Yan Yi. One is Xuan Yin, the elder of Fanyin Pavilion, and the other is His Highness the King of Hell, the ruler of the ghost clan’s hell. They haven’t been so lively in millions of years. How can they not be excited?

Yan Qian had no choice but to go on stage to participate in the competition, but he was a grown man, what kind of ability did he have to compete with a woman?
If you win, you won't win with force; if you lose, you will lose face.

Xuan Yin could see his displeasure, but she had no time to talk nonsense with him. She summoned her sword, raised it up without saying a word, and attacked with force. She was as fast as lightning, pointing her sword at the world, and her majestic posture seemed like she would never give up unless she hurt him.

Yan Yi was startled by her sudden gesture. He hid in a panic and asked, "What are you doing? Are you really competing?"

"Stop talking nonsense and look at the sword!"

Xuan Yin attacked him very quickly. Even when he just dodged a sword, the other sword pointed at his throat.

"Your Highness the King of Hell?!" Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and opened their eyes wide to see.

Yan Qian cursed in a low voice and had to summon his sword to compete with her seriously.

"If you lose, don't cry and beg me then."

Xuan Yin sneered, "Dream!"

"Okay, okay..." Yan Qian had no other choice but to fight with her.

The two went from swordsmanship to close combat, to magic attacks, and magic weapon blessings. Back and forth, even after dozens of moves, there was no winner.

Ning Chang realized something was wrong, so she quietly asked the senior sister next to her, "Are they..."

Not trying your best?

The senior sister seemed to understand her meaning immediately, turned around, took her hand and whispered: "You also saw it, didn't you?"

Ning Chang nodded slowly.

"Master has tried his best, but His Highness the King of Hell hasn't even used half of his spiritual power."

Ning Shang: "?!" Is that so?
The senior sister said mysteriously: "Your uncle must be saving face for our master."

Ning Shang: "!!" Real or fake?
"So in this round, I really can't guess whether the master or your uncle will win."

Ning Shang: "..." So it can still be like this.

Not only did they discover it, but everyone in the room also noticed it, but those who were in the middle of the situation didn't notice it.

When Xuan Yin became more and more tired from playing, her whole body felt dizzy, as if the competition platform was spinning in circles in her eyes. She raised her eyes to look at the person opposite, and saw that not only was he unharmed, but he also avoided her attack very calmly. Only then did she realize that she seemed to have been tricked by him again.

Instantly, her heart was filled with anxiety, her eyes closed, and she fainted again. Only this time she was not angry, but tired.

"Elder Xuan Yin?!"

"Master?!" The disciples were so frightened that they rushed to the stage.

Everyone stood up in panic and stretched their necks to take a look. Darling, this elder Xuan Yin is really hardworking. He actually knocked him unconscious while fighting with His Highness the King of Hell.

Ning Chang was so frightened that she cried. When she ran onto the stage, her face turned pale, "Master..."

Now how to do? ! Her master fainted, what should I do?

Wuwuwu, nothing will happen to her master, right? But uncle just now didn't seem to hurt the master. What on earth is going on?

Yan Qian's face darkened, he pushed away the disciples, stepped forward and bowed, "I'll do it."

"Uncle...Uncle..." Ning Shang hugged Xuan Yin who fainted, her eyes became red, "My master, will nothing happen to her, right uncle?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

While Yan Qian secretly cursed himself for causing trouble again, he took Xuan Yin's body from Ning Shang's arms and hugged her. "Where is the Fanyin Pavilion? Take me there quickly."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples nodded in panic, "I know, I will take you there."

The group of people walked toward Fanyin Pavilion in a mighty manner. All the people from the major clans in the audience who stopped to watch were stunned.

God, man... man was carried away by His Highness the King of Hell like this?

What is their relationship? Why did His Highness the King of Hell want to leave with Elder Xuan Yin?

The leader of the clan, Kirizaki, who was sitting on the main seat, said calmly: "Everyone, please be patient. I think Xuan Yin lost to His Highness the King of Hell and fainted. We can just continue to watch the competition. Don't worry."

Yan Qian suddenly stopped while holding Xuan Yin's body, and the figures of the disciples behind him also paused in confusion.

He turned around and looked at Kirizaki in the main seat. His voice was audible, "She didn't lose to me. Our competition is not over yet."

Everyone: "?"

Ning Shang also looked at her uncle in surprise. She didn't expect that her uncle would say such things. It seemed that the master fainted twice and made him feel guilty.

Kirizaki was stunned, then nodded and smiled, "In that case, we will consider you two to be tied. If we have a chance to fight another day, we can fight again."

"Thank you," Yan Qian hugged Xuan Yin and turned to leave.

Everyone was talking and talking, and everyone was shocked. Who would have thought that the majestic King of Hell would care so little about winning or losing, and only wants to be known as a draw?
This made everyone have to wonder whether there were other ulterior things between Elder Xuan Yin and His Highness the King of Hell, apart from her identity as Miss Ning Shang's master.

……

When Ning Shang said this, her voice suddenly stopped, and a sourness filled her heart. She felt sad for her master and also felt sad for her uncle.

Miaoyuan looked at her and said nothing quietly. In fact, she had almost guessed what happened next.

After Elder Xuan Yin woke up, her view of Yan Qian changed a lot because of this incident, so that when the two got along in the future, her mind was filled with the words of her disciple.

"Master, it was His Highness the King of Hell who brought you back with his own hands. Many people present saw it."

"Yes, yes, master, you don't even know that His Highness the King of Hell said at that time that you did not lose the match. It was only after the sect leader said that you two were tied that he took you away from the competition stage."

Xuan Yin always wanted to forget these words, but in the dead of night, these words were like dizzy and disturbing sandalwood, sinking into her mind.

So when she later heard that he had booked a girl from another family, her heart hurt so much that she even forgot to attend the training class.

"master--"

"I heard that in order to marry the demon clan, the hell of the ghost clan has already arranged a marriage between His Highness the King of Hell and Yao Wushuang, the daughter of the demon king of the demon clan, at the Ghost Festival ceremony in March."

"Pah," the tea cup in his hand fell over with a sound, and the sweet tea inside poured down from the table, staining a large area of ​​clothes.

"Master?" The disciple turned to look at her in confusion.

Xuan Yin stood up in a panic, "I have something urgent to do and I need to go down the mountain. Tell Ning Shang that there is no need to attend today's class. Wait until I come back."

The afternoon sun was dazzling, as if it was going to blind people's eyes.

"What happened next?" Miaoyuan asked her nervously.

Ning Shang's eyes turned red when reflected by the light refracted by the warm sun, "Later..."

"I never waited for the master to come back."

(End of this chapter)