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The younger disciples looked at the two Yuanzong stage cultivators fighting and then at Wen Qiao sitting there motionless, and couldn't help but feel a deep respect.

Their leader was truly amazing, able to make two outstanding male cultivators fight over her without even lifting a finger, far surpassing the charm of the inner sea's top beauty.

Shi Wuming moved closer to Wen Qiao and asked her, "Sister Qiao, are you happy?"

Wen Qiao looked at him puzzled, "Why would I be happy?"

"Someone is fighting over you," Shi Wuming whispered. "That guy Xing is one thing, but what's with the Min family's kid? Did you tell him about your mom?"

Wen Qiao silently shook her head, her mood not seeming too good.

Shi Wuming quickly asked, "What's wrong? Did that guy bully you?" So she didn't take the initiative to confront Min Jishu?

Wen Qiao shook her head again, glanced at him, and didn't say anything more.

Shi Wuming immediately understood; little sister Qiao was disdainful because he wasn't Ning brother, so she didn't want to confide in him.

Shi Wuming didn't press further, his eyes darting as he asked again, "Sister Qiao, what if I also called Yi brother Second Senior Brother..."

"Second Senior Brother would freeze you into an ice block and toss you into the Snow Domain Pearl," Wen Qiao said truthfully.

Shi Wuming nodded, immediately giving up the idea. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but how could he chase a wife if he was dead? It was better to live well.

Most importantly, Qin Fairy clearly didn't need a companion, and if he shamelessly approached her, he would only be annoying.

Xing Jinling and Min Jishu fought, but there was no clear winner.

Firstly, they were at sea, and due to certain restrictions, they couldn't fly on their swords, and one careless move could send them into the sea to gulp down seawater. Secondly, their strengths were actually pretty similar, making it hard to determine a winner, and they weren't fighting to the death.

So in the end, the fight ended in a draw.

However, both of them had quite a few injuries; Min Jishu had a black eye, and Xing Jinling's mouth was swollen.

Under Min Jishu's deadly warning gaze, Xing Jinling moved to Wen Qiao's boat, wanting to continue what they had started earlier.

But before he could speak, Wen Qiao said, "Thank you for your feelings, but I already have a husband, and I'm about to go find my husband."

Xing Jinling: "..."

Xing Jinling silently retreated to Min Jishu's boat, hugging his knees, looking like a man who had lost everything.

Min Jishu didn't feel sorry for him at all, feeling only a great sense of relief. Indeed, Miss Min was a good girl, decisive and straightforward, never dragging things out or causing misunderstandings.

Although he didn't feel sorry for Xing Jinling, who only cared about looks, Min Jishu didn't kick him off the boat and said to him, "Don't be so down, tell me, what happened to you earlier? Who did this to you?"

Xing Jinling glanced at him, his baby face cold, and said, "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I remember before I passed out, I was on an island, then I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I was here."

Min Jishu frowned at first, then quickly remembered the traps in the Sea God Token competition, thinking that Xing Jinling must have encountered some trap to end up like this. No wonder he had no serious injuries and could still be lively.

"Where are the people from your SeaSlayer Tower?"

"Scattered."

Hearing this, Min Jishu stopped asking and told him about the black-clad people they had encountered earlier, asking if he had met them.

When it comes to reliability, Xing Jinling is quite dependable. He nodded and said, "In the first few days after entering, I did run into a few shady characters. I overheard their plan to seize the Sea God Token—a sacred artifact sought by many."

"They came for the Sea God Token?" Min Jishu was surprised, yet not entirely.

"Yeah, looks like a bunch of lowlifes have crashed the Sea God Festival," Xing Jinling grinned, his baby face appearing somewhat sinister.

Then Min Jishu hit him again.

Xing Jinling glared at him coldly, "Who are you calling lowlifes?"

"Who are you calling lowlifes?" Min Jishu said discontentedly, glancing subtly at Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao and her companions had also sneaked in, but they were not lowlifes.

Min Jishu was being a total hypocrite, but unfortunately, Xing Jinling didn't know his thoughts, though he could understand his gaze.

He glanced towards Wen Qiao, his sinister expression softening, and just sat there, hugging his knees in silence, looking despondent and indifferent, like the whole world had let him down.

Min Jishu comforted him, "There are still plenty of beautiful women out there. Maybe you'll find someone who makes your heart skip a beat someday. Cheer up."

Xing Jinling brushed him off and muttered under his breath, "What about that woman, Di Yanbo? Where is she?"

"I don't know!"

Xing Jinling gave an "oh" and stopped asking.

The boat drifted on the sea for a bit, and suddenly, a whole fleet of ships appeared on the horizon.

Among them was the largest ship, its banners flapping in the wind, white with red flames—the emblem of White Phoenix Island.

Xing Jinling looked bored, "Speak of the devil, and here she comes, making a grand entrance."

Min Jishu nodded. Compared to Xing Jinling, who floated over like a corpse, Di Yanbo, arriving on a massive ship, definitely had a lot of swagger and was quite the show-off.

The two groups met out on the open sea and came to a halt.

On the large ship stood a stunning woman in a long white dress with red designs, radiating a divine vibe. This was Di Yanbo, the saintess of White Phoenix Island and one of the favored Yuanzong stage participants in the Sea God Token competition.

She spotted Min Jishu and Xing Jinling on the small boat and raised an eyebrow, "Are you two teaming up?"

"No, we just happened to meet," Min Jishu said gracefully.

Di Yanbo gave a nonchalant "hmm," her face calm and unreadable.

Her gaze shifted from the two of them, casually scanning around, and suddenly landed on Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao looked up and quietly met her gaze.