My Domineering Master Falls in Love with Me?

Qi Yuan stood on the arena stage, the wind whipping his sleeves until they snapped and rustled. Could it be... that I'm just too handsome? Was she so captivated that she threw in the towel directly? Qi Yuan looked at Duan Tianjiao, who had conceded. Well, she was a woman. It was only natural to be captivated by his looks. As for the bizarre glances everyone else was directing his way, he appeared completely oblivious. "In this bout, Qi Yuan wins!" Qi Yuan accepted this outcome with a clear conscience. He stepped down from the arena stage. Next, other cultivators took their turns going up to demonstrate their skills and clash with spells, fighting with great relish. Qi Yuan sat quietly among the crowd, growing drowsy as he watched. The Commandery Prince of Changshan stroked his beard with a smile across his face. "Little Brother Qi, obtaining a first-grade Foundation Establishment spiritual item like the Yellow Flower Fruit means a bright future lies ahead of you!" Qi Yuan looked slightly puzzled. "The tournament isn't over yet. How does Your Highness know I'll take top honors?" The Commandery Prince smiled without a word. Time flew by. Soon, it was Qi Yuan's turn to take the stage once more. This time, Qi Yuan faced a sword cultivator from Floating Mountain. Sword cultivators were quite rare in Great Shang. Qi Yuan treated the match with seriousness as well. In truth, he wanted to see whether a sword cultivator's sword-riding art meant flying atop a blade or transforming one's body into a beam of sword light. Of course, he also understood that the opponent was only in the Qi Refinement realm—flying on a sword was out of the question. "Please advise!" The sword was the weapon of a gentleman. Facing this sharp-eyed youth, Qi Yuan remained modest and courteous. The sword-cultivator youth of Floating Mountain held an iron sword that gleamed with cold light, pointing the blade at Qi Yuan. Qi Yuan extended two fingers, forming a sword gesture. In the game world, his weapon was a great sword. The Dao of the sword. A hearty, exhilarating duel between men centered on sword arts was about to commence. Yet at this crucial juncture, the sword-cultivating youth's face abruptly went deathly pale. Clutching his stomach, he gasped, "What an overbearing spell... to harm someone without a trace! Senior Brother... I surrender!" Just like that, the youth surrendered outright and backed down from the stage. Qi Yuan was stunned. Wasn't this a bit too coincidental? Could it be that his handsome looks were capable of captivating men now too? At that thought, Qi Yuan decided it would be wise to leave the house less often. Having claimed another victory, Qi Yuan stepped down from the stage. Squinting his eyes, he suddenly glanced toward Seven Colors Peak. The mountain peak was imposing and majestic, piercing high into the clouds, with the faint outline of a white jade palace visible above. *Master...* Qi Yuan murmured under his breath, thinking of that eccentric woman. In the entire Divine Light Sect, she was probably the only one who could be so "shameless" as to pull off something like this. "Little Brother Qi, isn't the Yellow Flower Fruit already in the bag for you?" The Commandery Prince of Changshan smiled warmly. "To have such a master is the fortune of a lifetime." When the first-grade Foundation Establishment spiritual item, the Yellow Flower Fruit, first appeared, the cultivators from the major sects and prominent clans had indeed been thrilled, rolling up their sleeves in anticipation. Unfortunately, a messenger pigeon from the Peak Master of Seven Colors Peak had paid a visit to each of the other sects. There were no inducements—only outright coercion, coupled with a handful of past favors. The people from these major sects felt helpless and indignant, but they could only swallow their frustration. After all, she was the only cultivator around who was both so "shameless" and overwhelmingly powerful. They still had to give the Peak Master of Seven Colors Peak face. That was why they had come here today and staged this whole farce. Naturally, whenever the Qi Refinement disciples from other sects met on stage, they still fought with all their might. Foundation Establishment spiritual items weren't limited to just the Yellow Flower Pear. Qi Yuan looked at the Commandery Prince of Changshan and said slowly, "Does my master really have that much sway?" "It isn't so much sway as it is raw power." A reminiscent look surfaced on the Commandery Prince's face. "Thirty years ago, the Demonic Desire Sect was full of ambition, seemingly bent on unifying Great Shang and becoming the supreme leader of the immortal path. Do you know what happened later?" Curiosity showed on Qi Yuan's face, and he listened intently. Truth be told, he had only been in this world for half a year. He hadn't spent much time in his master's company and didn't know much about her, aside from the fact that... she was extraordinarily beautiful. "Your master, the Peak Master of Seven Colors Peak, went alone to the Demonic Desire Sect. She claimed she had taken a fancy to the Ancient Qi Toon Tree newly planted there. Back then, the Demonic Desire Sect was at the height of its power, so a clash was inevitable. No one knows how the battle unfolded. All that is known is that your master transplanted that Ancient Qi Toon Tree right onto Seven Colors Peak." The Commandery Prince smiled with fond amusement. "From then on, the Demonic Desire Sect never again brought up the matter of becoming the supreme leader of Great Shang's immortal path." Naturally, because of that incident, the Peak Master of Seven Colors Peak was considered to have done all the major immortal sects a favor. That was why they were willing to give her face this time and hand a first-grade Foundation Establishment spiritual item over to her disciple on a silver platter. Hearing this, Qi Yuan blurted out without thinking, "My domineering master falls in love with me?" The smile on the Commandery Prince's face vanished instantly. "Keep your voice down, you brat! Don't drag me into this!" The Commandery Prince was terrified of the Peak Master of Seven Colors Peak. Rumor had it that she was a mighty cultivator at the late Divine Infant stage. Had she not been injured, she would have already stepped into the Purple Mansion realm. From that point on, Qi Yuan's path through the tournament went entirely unobstructed. The moment he stepped onto the stage, his opponents conceded on the spot. Before coming, they had likely received strict instructions from their sect elders not to harm the beloved disciple of the Peak Master of Seven Colors Peak. However, when Qi Yuan reached the final round of the competition, an unexpected twist occurred. "Chu Yundong of the Black Mountain Sect asks for Senior Brother's guidance!" Dressed entirely in black, Chu Yundong gave off a thick aura of baleful energy. Instead of conceding right away, he stared at Qi Yuan with complete solemnity. Qi Yuan wasn't surprised in the least. "Please advise." As he spoke, he looked toward the peculiar dharma artifact in Chu Yundong's hand. It resembled a feather duster, bristling with tightly layered rows of black chicken feathers that appeared extraordinarily hard. [This is a Foundation Establishment dharma artifact. When unleashed, the chicken feathers scatter like blossoms, capable of harming Foundation Establishment cultivators.] Seeing this, the elders from the major sects below all showed looks of astonishment. Some turned their eyes toward Patriarch Baiji, their thoughts inscrutable. "The Black Mountain Sect has no small ambition," Elder Feihua of the Demonic Desire Sect said, looking toward Patriarch Baiji. Patriarch Baiji chuckled. "Spiritual items for Foundation Establishment are available for anyone to claim. Otherwise, what would be the point of holding this Foundation Establishment Grand Gathering?" "To think you're even using a Foundation Establishment dharma artifact." Split-Light Sword Master of Floating Mountain narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on Patriarch Baiji. "Could it be... that Old Demon Black Chicken's cultivation has grown even deeper?" The others also looked at Patriarch Baiji, hoping to pry more information about Old Demon Black Chicken from him. No one believed the Black Mountain Sect would suddenly mount such a challenge without Old Demon Black Chicken's backing. Old Demon Black Chicken was at the mid Divine Infant stage, whereas the Peak Master of Seven Colors Peak was suspected to be an injured late Divine Infant. Could it be that Old Demon Black Chicken had broken through to the late Divine Infant realm? From a single detail, the onlookers gleaned a great deal. Chu Tianxiong also wore a gloating smile. Earlier, he had wanted to lash out in anger when Qi Yuan predicted an impending calamity of bloodshed for him, but Patriarch Baiji had held him back. Seeing this unfold now filled him with smug satisfaction. He wanted nothing more than to see Chu Yundong use that Foundation Establishment dharma artifact to crush Qi Yuan and seize the first-grade Foundation Establishment spiritual item. The sect elders present were no longer paying attention to who won or lost on the stage; their minds were entirely occupied with how to transmit this intelligence back to their sects. Only the Commandery Prince of Changshan and Chu Tianxiong remained focused on the arena. Unfortunately, bound by the rules, the Commandery Prince couldn't warn Qi Yuan to watch out for the Foundation Establishment dharma artifact in Chu Yundong's hands.