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"WOAHHHH!!!" the audience roared. "The Qianxu Sect won! My bet! My bet! Where is that bastard - ?!" someone from the audience asked as he looked around to look for the person he had a bet with. 

"Even though the Nanshu Sect is strong, but a second-rate sect can't compare to the four big sects." someone said as he rubbed his chin. 

Qian Lin was still in shock as he watched Shu Mu slowly stood and left the stage. His right hand holding his left numb arm. "Hey!" he called him. "What happened just now? Why did you – " he said. 

"Shut up!" Shu Mu snapped at him and never looked back.

"Shixiong!" The Nanshu Sect disciples called Shu Mu and followed him as he left.

"Ah Lin!" Jing Hei called as he ran up the stage. He wanted to hug Qian Lin but Qian Lin was injured. He's afraid he'd aggravate his wounds. "Let's go down first!" he told him.

"Yeah…" Qian Lin answered. He was still in a state of confusion. He followed Jing Hei to leave and return to their seat. 

The emcee gave the boxes to Su Yuan to pick the contestants for the next match.

"Congratulations, Ah Lin." Jing Bai greeted with a smile as he took out the magic pills and salve to heal Qian Lin's wounds. 

"Congratulations." Jing Cheng told him.

"Congratulations." Jing Kang spoke and nodded at him. 

"Congratulations, second young master Qian." Xi Ming said.

"Thanks." Qian Lin nodded at them as he sat. "Oww…" he cried when Jing Hei accidentally pressed in on the long cut in his arm.

Jing Hei's face darkened. "That bastard…" he said. He's obviously referring to Shu Mu. 

"Ah Hei." Qian Lin called. "I should've lost." He told him. "You know it." He said.

Jing Hei didn't answer and just took the magic pills and the salve from Jing Bai to treat Qian Lin's wounds.

"Do you know what happened to him back there?" Qian Lin asked as he watched Jing Hei clean his wound.

"Why do you still care for that bastard?" Jing Hei asked and frowned in displeasure. "He tried to kill you before!" he told him.

"OUCH! That hurt! Can't you be gentle?!" Qian Lin yelled at Jing Hei when Jing Hei pressed on his wound.

"You piss me off!" Jing Hei said, but lessened the pressure on Qian Lin's wound.

Jing Cheng, Jing Bai and Xi Ming acted deaf and blind as the two bickered on their side while Jing Kang returned his gaze to the Xinfaxian Sect's group as the fourth match for today started.

"Fei Yin and Chen Han disappeared." Jing Kang said.

"Huh?" they said and turned to see Fei Yin and Chen Han were missing in the other group.

"They left after Shu Mu left." Jing Kang added.

Jing Hei's eyes widened. "They're friends with that bastard?!" he exclaimed.

"DAMN IT! THAT HURTS! CAN'T YOU STOP PRESSING IN HARD?!" Qian Lin shouted when he almost fainted from the pain after Jing Hei accidentally tightened his grip on him. His face paled in pain. 

Everyone suddenly turned in their direction after they heard Qian Lin's loud voice.

"… great." Jing Cheng lowered his head and covered his face with his palm. Jing Bai's eye was twitching and he awkwardly smiled. Xi Ming was acting he's waking up Gong Xian and Xi Xing.

"Hm?" Qian Lin said when he noticed the deathly silence. Even the match had stopped. "What's wrong?" he asked in confusion.

"Ah Lin…" Jing Hei called, his face was burning. His hand was shaking in embarrassment. "Can't you rephrase your words?!" he hissed at him as he finished dressing Qian Lin's wound. He then sat, but two seats away from Qian Lin.

"Ha?" Qian Lin said and turned to Jing Hei. "What's with you?!" he frowned as he looked at Jing Hei. "You're the one kept pressing even though I already said it hurts – " he told him.

Jing Hei, who was the person Qian Lin was talking to, was now red from his head to feet because of shame. Jing Cheng, Jing Bai and Xi Ming wanted to leave and go far away from Qian Lin and Jing Hei. Jing Kang, on the side, has always had an iceberg face thus no one was looking at him with a strange gaze.

Jing Hei, who is a surprisingly pure person despite his carefree attitude, had covered his face with both his hands. "Ah Lin… you…" he said behind his palms. He can't bear to look at Qian Lin.

Qian Lin, who though looked effeminate but actually has a bold attitude, was ticked off by Jing Hei's coquettish action. "What are you acting shy for?!" he yelled. He's really mad at Jing Hei for being careless when dressing his wounds. "Weren't you the one who's always on the lead?!" he asked, referring to the times Jing Hei takes him away to wander around.

"Kill me…" Jing Cheng said and wanted to hit his head on the wall to knock himself out.

Jing Bai, for the first time, had a vacant look on his amicable face. He wanted to pluck his eyeballs and cut off his ears to not see nor hear his younger twin brother and Qian Lin. 

Zheng Yi, who was standing beside Zheng Fu Gong, snorted after seeing Jing Bai's expression. He also got a time like this. He thought in schadenfreude.

Xi Ming played deaf as he copied Gong Xian and Xi Xing who were sleeping while sitting.

On the sect leaders' side, Qian Shan had a casual expression. "Aio~ those boys. They're fighting again?" he said and helplessly shook his head. 

The other sect leaders looked at him as if he grew another head. Sect leader Qian, are you an airhead? Can't you understand the underlying meaning in their conversation?! they thought. Meanwhile, Jing Rui just turned a blind eye to his nephews.

Seeing the indifferent expression of the Alliance's elders and sect leaders, the match resumed. Outside the venue, Fei Yin and Chen Han were surrounded by the Nanshu Sect disciples.

"What are you following our shixiong for?" one of the disciples asked while the others were helping Shu Mu stand.

"We have something to ask of him." Fei Yin answered.

"Are you blind?! Our shixiong is injured! He needed treatment and rest!" the disciple said. They were about to leave when Chen Han flew and blocked their way. "You bastard! What are you – " they glared at him. 

"We can heal your shixiong. He'll return to his condition before. Leave him to us." Chen Han told them.

"Are you kidding us?! Why would we leave our shixiong to you?!" they said. "We saw how you ganged up on him during the preliminary stage, and you're obviously all hostile on him! Leaving him in your hands is the same as we're giving him to you to be killed!" 

Chen Han frowned. He's obviously getting impatient. "We know what happened to your shixiong, the cause he lost the match earlier." Fei Yin spoke.

They all turned to him. "What?!" they said. "Could it be… you made a sneak attack on him - ?!"

"Idiot. Who'd bother themselves with your shixiong?" Chen Han scoffed.

It's obviously you guys, with what you're doing now… the Nanshu Sect disciples thought. "Then, what happened to our shixiong – "

"Leave me for now." Shu Mu suddenly spoke.

"Shixiong!"

"You guys…" Shu Mu sighed and forced himself to stand alone. "Leave us. I'll follow you later." He told them.

"But, your condition…" his fellow disciples said, looking worried.

"Young master Chen is the Chen Clan's heir. He'll keep his words to treat my injuries." He looked at Chen Han who nodded. Seeing his calm expression, his fellow disciples then left. "What business do you have with me?" he asked them.

"It's not us, but Ah Sheng." Chen Han said.

"Cheng Sheng?" Shu Mu was surprised.

Fei Yin just frowned while Chen Han calmly nodded. Even though they don't like Shu Mu, but they can't not refuse Cheng Sheng's request. "My shidi asked us to tell you – " Fei Yin said. " – to meet him later in the inn we're staying – Yunxiao Inn." He explained.

"What does Cheng Sheng want with me?" Shu Mu frowned.

"My shidi said – " Fei Yin looked at Shu Mu in the eye. " – he knows what's going on with your body." He told him.

Shu Mu's pupils shrank and he reached for his sword. However, Fei Yin and Chen Han just looked at him. "What are you planning?" he asked, warily looking at them.

"We're not planning anything." Chen Han said. "He just wanted to talk to you, that's all. He is still waiting for the matches to finish, in case he'd be called." He explained. He threw a magic pill to Shu Mu.

Shu Mu stared at them, a look of distrust in his eyes, as he caught the pill. Seeing nothing on their face, he took the pill. A warm and gentle feeling coursed all over his body, giving a very comfortable feeling. Even the pain in his chest had disappeared. All that's left are his external wounds, but they'll be healed later. "In exchange for the magic pill, I'll give him an appointment." He said and sheathed his sword.

"Then, later." Chen Han said and then left. Fei Yin followed behind him.

Shu Mu looked at them before he also left.