Chapter 398: Chapter 398

Lady Fang was none other than Fang Ruohan.

At this moment, Fang Ruohan's delicate brows were slightly furrowed, her expression filled with gravity. Although the eyes of the crowd around her were all on her, her face remained solemn as if weighed down by heavy thoughts.

"Wow... the descendants of the Great Gate Sect are really something else, a thirty-year-old woman's skin can actually compare to that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl..."

"You don't know shit! How can a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl compare to Fang Ruohan? Do you even understand the charm of maturity..."

Around the arena, many people were whispering secretly, but Fang Ruohan heard every word in her ears.

"Sister, it looks like you're still very popular!" said a pretty girl following beside Fang Ruohan at the moment.

This pretty girl appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, bearing some resemblance to Fang Ruohan. The difference was that this young girl had a hint of evil charm at the corners of her eyes and an entirely spoiled demeanor.

This girl was Fang Ruohan's younger half-sister, Fang Zhiyao.

With a scornful smile on her lips, Fang Zhiyao said, "I didn't expect that my sister, a woman in her thirties, could still attract such attention; I really do admire you a bit."

Fang Ruohan frowned and glanced at Fang Zhiyao beside her. However, in the end, she said nothing.

But Fang Ruohan's silence did not shut Fang Zhiyao up, and she continued, "I heard that the Wild Lion Hermit has very strong cultivation, Earth Level Sixth Grade. I don't think anyone will be able to beat him today! Sister, finding such an ideal husband, I'm really happy for you."

To be married to a seventy-year-old man, yet be described by Fang Zhiyao as an ideal husband...

At that moment, an elder with white hair and a pale complexion blocked Fang Ruohan and her group's path. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵

The person was the Wild Lion Hermit.

Seeing the Wild Lion Hermit, Fang Zhiyao couldn't help but smile, "Brother-in-law... You have to perform well today, and tonight you'll get to embrace a beauty in your arms."

The Wild Lion Hermit glanced at Fang Ruohan, his expression cold and without a trace of excitement. "Today is the last day of the competition, Head of Fang Sect Fang Zhiyuan should be coming today, right?"

Fang Zhiyao smiled, "Of course, Sister Ruohan is the apple of the Sect Head's eye. On the final day, how could he not come?"

Fang Ruohan listened to the conversation between Fang Zhiyao and the Wild Lion Hermit, her expression cool and detached. She remained silent.

"Good, today I will certainly triumph over all competitors..." Having said that, the Wild Lion Hermit's gaze emotionlessly swept over Fang Ruohan standing to the side.

The Wild Lion Hermit turned around, about to leave.

"Wait..." Fang Ruohan suddenly called out to the Wild Lion Hermit.

The Wild Lion Hermit paused, surprised. During these days of competition, he had never heard Fang Ruohan speak. This was unexpected to him.

"I am no longer untouched... Back in Zhangjiajie, I had already given myself to someone... I am a woman with a husband," Fang Ruohan said in an even tone.

Many people around Fang Ruohan heard her words, and suddenly the crowd erupted into a noisy commotion...

Fang Ruohan was actually a woman with a husband; then why was the Upper Xuan Sect holding this martial arts competition...

"I knew it, with Fang Ruohan's beauty, if there were no issues, how could she possibly hold a martial arts competition..."

"Been played by someone already..."

"How could such a beautiful woman not have a man..."

The Wild Lion Hermit looked at Fang Zhiyao. "What is the meaning of this?"

A fierce aura emanated from the Wild Lion Hermit, filled with murderous intent...

"Could it be that your Upper Xuan Sect is making a fool out of me?"

"Sister, you're acting like a petulant child again... Aren't you afraid your mother will punish you?" Fang Zhiyao said, her voice brimming with laughter as she looked at Fang Ruohan.

Fang Zhiyao bit especially hard on the words "your mother," causing Fang Ruohan to furrow her brows. After biting her lip, she fell silent.

"My sister is just being temperamental, no one should take it seriously..." Fang Zhiyao cast a warning glance at Fang Ruohan before explaining to the surrounding crowd.

The Wild Lion Hermit glanced at Fang Ruohan. "Regardless, tonight I am determined to have you; just obediently wait for me..."

After leaving behind such a crude remark, the Wild Lion Hermit turned and pushed through the crowd.

Fang Ruohan's body started to tremble slightly.

As a woman, of course, she wanted to marry an ideal husband.

Now, for Fang Ruohan, this notion was far too lavish to hope for, to marry a seventy-year-old man was an utter misfortune among misfortunes...

Fang Ruohan tilted her head slightly and gazed into the void.

Now for her, death was liberation, but she could not die yet; she still had unfinished business, something she must live to complete...

"Fang Ruohan, don't say I didn't remind you, tonight is the last day of the martial arts tournament for marriage. You better cooperate. Don't forget, your mother is still on the Cold Jade Bed... If you don't want her to die, then play along!" Fang Zhiyao approached Fang Ruohan, warning in her tone.

Fang Ruohan trembled...

Outside the crowd, though Ding Fan was far from Fang Ruohan, he had seen everything that happened. He could tell Fang Ruohan was helpless. He could tell she didn't want to marry; she was being forced.

But at this moment, Ding Fan dared not act rashly.

Around the arena, there were at least five high-level martial artists of Earth Level Fifth Grade and above. If Ding Fan acted recklessly now, not to mention saving Fang Ruohan, he might even trap himself. Rescuing someone from the hands of Upper Xuan Sect was no easy feat.

Moreover, Ding Fan still didn't know exactly what had happened to Fang Ruohan, and he wasn't sure if she would agree to leave with him.

Therefore, under the current situation, he could only take it one step at a time.

Ding Fan walked around for a while, seemingly wandering without aim, but he was deliberately observing the terrain. In case anything happened, he could extricate himself with ease.

Around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the last day of the tournament for marriage finally began.

The organizer of this tournament was a white-bearded elder.

This elder appeared to be around eighty or ninety years old, but he was tall and straight with eyes like torches, his temples slightly bulging. Under the sweep of Ding Fan's Divine Sense, this elder turned out to be an Earth Level Peak martial artist.

Through the discussions of the people around the stage, Ding Fan learned that this elder was the Third Elder of Upper Xuan Sect, known as Jiuzhen, a man of high status within the sect.

"Today is the last day of the tournament for marriage. Everyone rely on your ability. The final victor tonight can take Fang Ruohan as a wife..."

As Third Elder Jiuzhen's voice fell, a thunderous applause broke out around him.

"I will explain the rules of the competition." When the clapping subsided, Jiuzhen continued. "The rules are simple. Hit to stop without causing grievance... However, accidents are inevitable in a fight, so whatever happens on the stage, Upper Xuan Sect takes no responsibility. Please think carefully before you come up to compete.

The strongest contestant today will face Wild Lion Hermit, yesterday's strongest, to decide the ultimate victor! The standard for victory is if one party is subdued or thrown off the stage, they lose... Let the competition begin!"

After Third Elder Jiuzhen finished speaking, he directly left the stage.

"I'd like to give it a try!"

As Third Elder Jiuzhen's voice faded, a hunched elder sprang onto the stage.

This elder was over sixty and his face bore many spots. He had a bulbous, red nose and a row of big yellow teeth, looking extremely unpleasant...

This elder's cultivation was also above Earth Level. Under the sweep of Ding Fan's Divine Sense, it was Second Grade.

Ding Fan frowned tightly.

Such a tournament for marriage was solely a competition of cultivation, not even age was a limit; the higher the cultivation, naturally the older one was. Considering the current situation, if a centenarian Earth Level Peak martial artist were to win, would Fang Ruohan not end up marrying that centenarian?!

The Wild Lion Hermit from yesterday was over seventy, a stooped elder, and now the hunched elder mounting the stage was over sixty!

Ding Fan's expression became grave. This martial arts tournament surely had deep secrets...

It wasn't long after the elder mounted the stage that another tall elder joined him. After exchanging a few words, both drew their Magic Artifacts and engaged in battle...

Behind the pavilion next to the stage, Fang Ruohan sat quietly. Fang Zhiyao was sitting next to her.

"Sister, your charm is indeed powerful. Look, all the men in the world are crazy about you! See how hard they are fighting!" Fang Zhiyao said with a smile hanging on her face.

Fang Ruohan looked at the two people on the stage; at most, they could only be described as old men...

A wave of bitterness surged in Fang Ruohan's heart, yet her facial expression remained unaffected.

"Sister, today is your big day, and tonight you'll belong to a man. Why can't I see a smile on your face? Mom and I organized this tournament for your happiness..."

"When can I have the Flame Poison Essence?" Fang Ruohan said with a cold tone.

"My word is my bond. After tonight, I will give you the Flame Poison Essence, and your mother's illness will be cured as well! Rest assured, after all, we are half-sisters; why would I harm you?"

"I hope you'll keep your promise! Otherwise, I won't let you and your mother off!" Fang Ruohan said coldly.

Fang Zhiyao's lips curled up slightly, not saying anything further.

At that moment, a thunderous sound rang out from the stage. Then, a figure was blasted off the stage.

On the stage at that time, the hunched elder stood victorious, a smug look on his face.

"Fang Ruohan is mine!" The hunched elder projected his voice with True Qi, ensuring it reached every corner of the square...