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Xu Feng first doubted whether the Third-Grade Shape-Transforming Pill was really that effective, and for the first time, he questioned whether a woman's intuition had extended into other realms.
Cai Shujun's voice was not loud, yet every man with ears perked up heard her. In an instant, a wave of envious gazes turned toward Xu Feng. How could it be possible that the goddess-like Cai Shujun was interested in this country bumpkin? It should have been me first; I am definitely more handsome than him...
Feeling the hatred from the surrounding men, Xu Feng raised his hands and said, "Everyone, please don’t rush. It’s all a misunderstanding. I have never met Daoist Cai Shujun before. This encounter is purely coincidental. Please don’t be anxious."
Cai Shujun was taken aback by Xu Feng's explanation and asked, "Why are you worried about them? What are they so anxious about?" Turning to look around, she saw those resentful lechers suddenly adopting a righteous demeanor, as if a group of upright soldiers were receiving an inspection from their queen.
Cai Shujun was exceptionally powerful, truly deserving of the title New Moon Myth, but since following Qiu Wuling and spending most of her time in Mistaken Sword Hall, her understanding of worldly matters was not as good as that of ordinary disciples.
As the group of lechers changed their expressions and cleaned themselves up, outsiders could see it clearly. Impulsive Sister raised her eyebrows and was about to explode. Duan Shu, fearing she would cause trouble again, quickly pulled her back.
Xu Feng found himself cornered by everyone and could only say, "It's fine. I sensed the atmosphere was tense and wanted to lighten things up with a joke. Daoist Cai, you misunderstood."
Cai Shujun replied, "First they misunderstand, then I misunderstand; who exactly is misunderstanding?"
Xu Feng broke out in a sweat. Why couldn't Cai Shujun understand? Did she want him to clarify everything? With everyone around looking gleeful at his predicament, Xu Feng helplessly smiled and said, "You’re not misunderstanding; they’re not misunderstanding either. It’s me who misunderstood; does that work?"
A chuckle arose from the crowd.
Seeing the change in expressions among the people, Cai Shujun, being exceptionally intelligent, quickly grasped Xu Feng's meaning and said, "Daoist Yan's good intentions have indeed been misunderstood by me."
"No, no," Xu Feng hurriedly replied. "Daoist Cai is exceptionally perceptive; it’s my overthinking." He dared not mention the word "misunderstanding" again; if he did, he wouldn’t even know who misunderstood whom anymore.
"In that case," Cai Shujun stepped forward and said, "let’s get started."
The referee retreated in defeat; his words had already been overshadowed by Cai Shujun.
"No, no," Xu Feng suddenly waved his hand and said, "Cai Daoyou has misunderstood again; I'm not here to fight you."
The audience erupted in boos.
"If you're not going to fight, then why are you up there? Are you trying to pick up girls? This is the Meeting Platform, not Meteor Garden."
"With his looks, he should take a look in the mirror. He looks like Tony Leung and thinks he can woo Cai Shujun?"
"Exactly! Someone like me, who hasn't even shown my second move yet, what's he doing here?"
"Excuse me, excuse me, let me out for a moment to throw up..."
Cai Shujun seemed unfazed by the comments from below and said, "Did I misunderstand?"
"Alright," Xu Feng realized that most of his few words on stage were about "misunderstanding." He cleared his throat and said seriously, "I'm not going to fight you; I'm not your opponent. I admit defeat." After saying this, he ignored Cai Shujun's strange gaze and walked off the stage alone.
The previously noisy audience fell silent at Xu Feng's unexpected declaration of "I admit defeat."
The entire venue was eerily quiet; you could hear a pin drop. It remained so until Xu Feng's footsteps disappeared into the crowd of the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
Ma Buyi's twin hammers were raised high in the sky but could no longer come down. Tian Buguang's banner fell to the ground, and Lin Fangxin's mouth was agape, large enough for an orange to fit without peeling.
Half-Dead Bao's cheerful smile suddenly froze on his face as he extended a thick finger to dig in his ear. That guy must be joking; I know he loves to joke around. Maybe I heard wrong. Half-Dead Bao kept digging and eventually pulled out a piece of earwax the size of a soybean.
Chu Wushang was not surprised; in his view, even if Xu Feng put up a fight, the one who would ultimately advance would still be Cai Shujun. His withdrawal was merely saving her effort. For this reason alone, he should still be grateful to him.
"New Moon Sect Cai Shujun wins!" The referee's loud announcement broke the silence around, shattering the last hope of the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
The New Moon Sect erupted in cheers, easily securing a victory and getting one step closer to the championship. Cai Shujun stood quietly to the side, watching Xu Feng leave, lost in thought.
Half-Dead Bao, after confirming the result, rarely displayed his grace and said to Chu Wushang, "Congratulations, Chu Zhangmen. The New Moon Sect is powerful; I admire you!" This statement was heartfelt and genuine; he had already achieved his expected goal by reaching the Final Four.
Chu Wushang quickly returned the courtesy, saying, "Thank you, thank you." He felt somewhat displeased that Cai Shujun had won twice without any effort, which seemed to lack a bit of dominance.
The unexpected exit of Xu Feng left everyone stunned for the entire morning; the team from the Loose Cultivator Alliance had already packed up and was preparing to head home.
Hua Guinian and Qian Tuo exchanged opinions before gently nodding at the referee.
The referee understood and immediately announced that the afternoon matches would be held earlier.
"Wuhua Island Hua Du vs. Guo Shan Sword Sect Jin Dalai."
The crowd that had initially prepared to leave returned to their seats, although a few cultivators still departed; not everyone was interested in Hua Du, especially among the male cultivators.
Hua Du, as graceful as ever, was in his element; there were countless female disciples from the island cheering for him, their occasional screams making the male disciples from various sects feel uneasy.
Jin Dalai stepped onto the stage and waved to his fellow disciples from Guo Shan Sword Sect, waving first this way then that, showcasing his presence to the entire audience. Finally, he turned towards Qian Tuo, who was seated at the podium, and bowed deeply.
"This kid isn't bad; he just knows too much about manners," Qian Tuo explained with a hint of complaint to the other sect leaders while feeling quite pleased inside.
Turning to face the referee, Jin Dalai calmly stated, "I forfeit." After saying those three words, he walked offstage without looking back.
I forfeit...
The smiling Qian Tuo could no longer maintain his smile. This child suddenly pulled such a stunt, disregarding me as the sect leader. Just as I was about to reprimand him, Jin Dalai had already stepped off the stage. Qian Tuo seemed to remember something and fell silent.
Hua Guinian was also taken aback by this sudden turn of events. Two semi-finals, two withdrawals—no matter how you looked at it, it felt uncomfortable. The Loose Cultivator Alliance's withdrawal could be understood; they admitted defeat and had no major conflicts of interest. Making it to the Final Four was already a good enough face-saving measure.
However, Jin Dalai's actions were a different story. As a clear disciple of the Guo Shan Sword Sect, he had taken it upon himself to forfeit the match without any word from the sect leader present. Even if he couldn't win, he should at least put on a show. What kind of face does this give to the Guo Shan Sword Sect?
The expression remained on Qian Tuo's face, but now it had returned to calmness, as if nothing had happened. Seeing that he had tacitly accepted the outcome, Hua Guinian said no more.
On the other hand, the disciples in the audience were not pleased. They had woken up early to watch the competition only to be stood up; anyone would feel upset about that. Soon, boos erupted throughout the venue, prompting the leading Golden Core Stage Cultivator to shout loudly for silence. The Loose Cultivator Alliance's disciples didn’t care about any of that and continued to chatter incessantly; they were all tough characters with backgrounds. Qin Yougong and Mo Shengyuan didn’t dare to use force and could only gesture for the scattered cultivators known as Tiger Warriors not to go too far.
On stage, Hua Du also wore an unhappy expression. Cai Shujun's victory without a fight had already made him uncomfortable, and now his opponent was retreating without a fight as well. It felt as if he hadn’t defeated them but rather that they simply looked down on him.
The semi-final match, which was supposed to be full of drama, ended abruptly due to the two withdrawals. Hua Guinian felt frustrated and decided that next time there must be a rule imposing heavy penalties on sects that withdrew midway through competitions.
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