Chapter 770: Dragon Fusion Realm Decorated Your Eyes, You Destroyed Someone's Dream

At the trade fair venue.

Completely different from everyone else staring intently at the comical battle in the Central District, inside Booth 208, Hua Ying glanced at Xu Xiaoshou, one of the participants in the fierce battle, and then, stunned, withdrew her gaze.

“Senior Martial Uncle Xu…”

Without a doubt. The young man who claimed his master was Sang Qiye and his grandmaster was Long Rongzhi was indeed the Senior Martial Uncle Xu she had been searching for!

Hua Ying didn’t even have time to marvel at Senior Martial Uncle Xu’s true age, which was indeed similar to that of his friend, Zhou Tianshen. What truly astonished her was…

If one of the combatants in the Central District battle was confirmed to be her Senior Martial Uncle Xu beyond doubt, then who was the “Young Master Xu” in the neighboring Booth 209, whom Zhou Tianshen was absolutely certain was Senior Martial Uncle Xu?

Or, perhaps, they were the same person. But at some unknown point, the formidable Senior Martial Uncle Xu had used some extraordinary means to escape – no, to vanish from the trade fair and cause trouble elsewhere?

This possibility was too remote. Hua Ying decided to verify.

The trade fair venue was chaotic at that moment. If not for the appearance of a group of white-robed and red-robed figures, herding the crowd like sheep, and with the barrier seal gone, everyone would have long since fled.

Hua Ying moved past those around her. Under the perplexed gazes of Dong Ling, Shi Ti, Zhou Tianshen, and others, she pushed open the door and walked out of the booth, intending to knock on the door of Booth 209 next door to confirm her suspicions.

However, just as Hua Ying raised her hand to knock, the door of Booth 209 creaked open. At Mo Mo’s instruction, three people emerged from the booth, looking towards the Central District with similar reverence and shock. It seemed as if they had simply not been able to see clearly from inside the booth and wanted to step out for a better look.

Among these three, besides Mu Zixi and Xiao Wanfeng, was Xu Xiaoji, who had been reciting scriptures. At this moment, Xu Xiaoji's legs were actually trembling, but he plucked up the courage to walk out. His imitation had always been flawless; he just lacked a bit of confidence. But when he truly pushed the door open, he had to force himself to be energetic and, as Mo Mo instructed, expose his figure to the gaze of many red-robed and white-robed figures.

Then, he looked up. Xu Xiaoji gazed at the Great Devil Xu, who was flying higher and higher with Rao Yaoyao, with an expression that was three parts surprise, three parts disdain, and four parts nonchalance.

“Tsk, tsk…” Once he got into character, everything was going well; Xu Xiaoji even began to shake his head slightly. Though he said nothing, his expression conveyed, "The Saint Statue is nothing special; I could do that too."

On the other side, Hua Ying, who had just reached the booth door, froze instantly. It was a long, stunned moment before she spoke in surprise and doubt, “Senior Martial… Young Master Xu, are you really here?”

Young Master Xu is still here? And Senior Martial Uncle Xu is simultaneously fighting the Sword Immortal Rao? Then, doesn't that mean there are two of them?

Hua Ying suddenly realized, her beautiful eyes wide, her pretty face trembling with anger. "Damn you, Zhou Tianshen! If you couldn't recognize people, you should have said so earlier; I wouldn't blame you. But you blindly… pointed, even called a deer a horse; aren't you playing with your life? Do you have a death wish?"

At that moment, Hua Ying even wanted to turn back and toss Zhou Tianshen into a large bathtub to refine him! However, she still couldn't help but feel surprised and suspicious, wanting to ask for further confirmation, but for a moment, she didn't know where to begin, so she hesitated.

Xu Xiaoji hesitated. As soon as he appeared, he was extremely cautious. Naturally, he could tell that the girl in front of him was coming towards him. In other words, she knew the Great Devil Xu.

But the crucial point was, he didn't know this girl! As soon as she approached and saw him come out with Mu Zixi, and even made such an incredibly surprised and furious expression… Could it be that this was a romantic debt the Great Devil Xu had left outside Yuanfu? Previously, the Great Devil Xu had hidden it well, preventing Mu Zixi and this girl from encountering each other, but now that it was his turn, he had accidentally exposed it. Connecting the dots in the most logical way, Xu Xiaoji instantly felt like dying.

He immediately turned around, intending to ignore everything. But Hua Ying grabbed him, trembling as she asked, “Young Master Xu, you, you really aren’t…?”

Hua Ying stopped herself in time. There were too many people here, and Senior Martial Uncle Xu's identity absolutely could not be exposed.

To Xu Xiaoji's ears, her words sounded as if they were confirming his innermost thoughts. Being stared at, Xu Xiaoji couldn't resist and reluctantly turned back. He carefully chose his words, wondering how the real Great Devil Xu would respond in such a situation. At this point, most people would surely clarify their true feelings, right? So, after a brief hesitation, Xu Xiaoji spoke decisively, his voice full of indifference: “I’m sorry, I truly don’t like you.”

With that said, Xu Xiaoji let go of Hua Ying, turned, and stepped back into the booth, slamming the door shut.

Hua Ying was completely bewildered. The young girl was instantly dumbfounded, her mind a complete blank.

At the dilapidated trade fair venue nearby, representatives from other factions, who had been watching the battle in the Central District while secretly observing this scene with their spiritual senses, all showed an 'Aha!' expression. So that's why Booth 209 had sent treasures earlier… it had such a profound meaning… No wonder… No wonder at all!

In mid-air, at the most conspicuous spot, Shou Ye and others, who had already escaped from the ghost beast Wuxia's dark chains, now took over Rao Yaoyao's task of monitoring Wuxia's movements. However, at this moment, Shou Ye's attention was no longer on the captured Wuxia. He himself had fallen into a daze.

—Because of Young Master Xu! This person, from the moment he emerged until he went back in, only glanced in the direction of the Central District battle. He even seemed like a true stranger to the King City; when his gaze swept past Shou Ye, there wasn't the slightest ripple of emotion.

Shou Ye was confused. But at that moment, the only thing he could be certain of was this: “He is not Xu Xiaoshou!”

Because if, according to previous deductions, the First Tower in the Sky was brought out by Xu Xiaoshou, then this Young Master Xu could not possibly have remained so calm after seeing Shou Ye. Ever since Young Master Xu left the booth, Shou Ye's spiritual sense had been locked onto him. He knew that no matter how clever Xu Xiaoshou was, the body's physiological reactions could not be completely suppressed. Undoubtedly, if it were the real Xu Xiaoshou, seeing that Shou Ye was leading the team again, even if he tried to resist looking, all the pleasant memories of the past would force his body to react. For example, wanting to look but not daring to.

But Shou Ye was certain that the Young Master Xu below showed none of these. He didn't even exhibit small details like tensing his body, tightening his muscles, or subtly turning his head to look back. Not a single one!

Even if we take a step back and assume the impossible, even if this Young Master Xu had secretly witnessed Shou Ye's earlier entrance from inside the booth and had prepared himself mentally to suppress his body's reactive responses, Shou Ye also knew that the real Xu Xiaoshou would not dare to show himself publicly at this moment, knowing full well that Shou Ye intended to take him away.

Therefore… “He really isn’t!”

Shou Ye looked towards the Central District. In fact, a real Xu Xiaoshou had already appeared in the Central District at this moment, identical in ability, speech, and demeanor. How could Shou Ye not know that the appearance of the true Xu Xiaoshou effectively meant all his previous judgments were wrong? But he dared not be absolutely certain. What if?

After all, Xu Xiaoshou had joined the Saint Servant; the Saint Servant had Storyteller. Storyteller had mastered the Half-Saint's external incarnation when he was in the Void Realm. What if one of these two was Xu Xiaoshou's external incarnation?

In truth, if he voiced such a thought to others, everyone in the world would surely mock Shou Ye for falling into delusion. Mastering external incarnation at birth—what a preposterous joke!

But Shou Ye didn't think so. Was there anyone else in this world capable of innate abilities surpassing the Void Realm? Were there other innate beings who could instantly activate a Saint Statue, even without delay, and elevate its power to its peak?

In Shou Ye's opinion, no matter how absurd something seemed in this world, if it involved Xu Xiaoshou, there was at least a fifty-fifty chance it could happen. There was no 'what if.' There was always… a fifty-fifty chance.

“Investigate him!” A cold glint flashed in Shou Ye's eyes. Disbelief aside, he had been tricked by Xu Xiaoshou many times. What if what he thought was disbelief was actually Xu Xiaoshou's secret third or fifth layer of trickery?

Although… Shou Ye looked at the Central District, knowing that the young man engaged in an 'aerial battle' with Sword Immortal Rao clearly had no energy to influence the trade fair venue dozens of miles away. But… Others might not be able to. But that guy… it was uncertain. His name was Xu Xiaoshou. Xu Xiaoshou, who could barely manage a fifty-fifty chance at anything he did. Even if it was… Innate against Void Realm!

“Lan Ling.” Shou Ye looked to the other side in mid-air and called softly.

At this moment, Lan Ling had also clearly noticed the subtle movements in Booth 209 below. She, too, understood everything and was equally shocked. But in the end, she made the same choice as Shou Ye. Moreover, Lan Ling was more rational.

“Shou Ye, there’s no need to rush.” “Booth 209 belongs to a Half-Saint family, after all. If he truly has no issues, the subsequent trouble will be immense.” “If he does have issues, investigating systematically will surely prevent him from escaping.” “And if he dares to run…” “There will undoubtedly be a monster to catch, right where we want him!” Lan Ling smiled and patted Shou Ye’s shoulder, signaling him not to be impatient.

In his heart, Shou Ye actually longed to dive down directly, tear apart Booth 209, and thoroughly get to the bottom of things. But he knew that Lan Ling's words were the correct approach. “I understand.”

On the other side, outside the small wine pavilion where the trade fair was located, within a tea house not far away. In fact, when Xu Xiaoshou battled the Void Realm, when the power of the Dragon Melt Realm suddenly appeared, and when that fiery white sun descended, Yu Zhiwen already knew who had appeared.

And when she perceived the full truth, an inexplicable urge surged within her for some reason. This urge drove her to want to take a step forward. Perhaps more than just one step. In fact, Yu Zhiwen knew that she suddenly had a strong desire to directly descend into the Central District battle scene; the feeling was very urgent. —To meet him once! A very strange feeling. It was just to see him once; not out of worry, nor a desire to speak, nor any other miscellaneous reasons—or rather, no reason at all. Just to see him would be enough. One glance was sufficient.

Because when that streak of white flame illuminated the entire night sky, all colors before Yu Zhiwen’s starry eyes inexplicably faded. The only image that then emerged in her mind was of her near-death experience in the White Cave, when the famous sword Yanmang emerged, lava surged skyward, and the world seemed to end. When she finally opened her eyes, she was already standing in the most dazzling golden light of that apocalyptic world, upon the palms of a golden giant. Golden light within reach, a lingering warmth that would not fade.

However, impulse was the devil. Yu Zhiwen, aware of her own position, ultimately let rationality overcome impulse. She remained motionless, not even lifting a foot. Beyond that momentary internal turmoil, she showed no emotional fluctuations on her face. Such self-control.

This continued until Rao Yaoyao departed to support the Central District, until Shou Ye, Lan Ling, and other white-robed and red-robed leaders left the tea house to assist at the trade fair venue, and until Chu Lisheng put down the tea-burning stove and went to guard Cheng Ji, leaving only her and Situ Yongren, the two younger generation members, at the scene.

Yu Zhiwen finally couldn't resist floating up, silently activating her Pearly Star Eyes from a height, and glimpsing the young figure within the immense Dragon Melt Realm, which seemed to divide the world into two distinct halves.

“Xu Xiaoshou…” After confirming it was truly him, even with Yu Zhiwen's calm disposition, a slight curl appeared at the corner of her lips beneath her veil, and her starry eyes sparkled as if infused with spirit. It was only for an instant. Realizing someone else was nearby, she deactivated her Star Eyes, and her pretty face returned to normal.

“Junior Sister, do you know this person?” Situ Yongren, who was beside her, suddenly spoke. His keen insight even caused Yu Zhiwen's heart to skip a beat.

“No…” Yu Zhiwen denied it almost subconsciously, then added indifferently, “Well, I suppose I do. We met a few times in the White Cave mini-world.”

“Oh.” Situ Yongren merely uttered a steady 'oh' and asked no further questions. However, what Yu Zhiwen didn't know was that while she believed she had hidden her emotions well, all of it had been clearly seen by Situ Yongren.

It was like standing on a bridge to admire the scenery, only to find the people watching the scenery were looking at you from a building. The Dragon Melt Realm adorned your eyes, but you shattered someone's dream.

In the Holy Divine Temple, in the Dao Division, and even in front of many Saint Sons, Situ Yongren had openly and vigorously pursued Yu Zhiwen. His clear objective and firm resolve even caused others to retreat three paces.

And these two. One was ranked first on the Dao Division's Heavenly Ranking, the other second. One was Dao Qiongcang's last disciple, the other Dao Xuanji's beloved personal student. A match made in heaven. That was precisely it. At least, that's what Situ Yongren believed.

His background, cultivation, heavenly machine techniques, refinement, eloquence, and even his character—all were excellent, supremely excellent, unrivaled. Even his master, Dao Qiongcang, had once chuckled about Situ Yongren and Yu Zhiwen, saying, “Truly a good match!” At that time, Yu Zhiwen repeatedly waved her hands and shook her head. But Situ Yongren, with a smile, took it seriously.

Yet, even while studying heavenly machine techniques in the Dao Division, the number of times Situ Yongren had seen Yu Zhiwen activate her Pearly Star Eyes was merely three. These three instances were fresh in Situ Yongren's memory. In his impression, those starry eyes were the most marvelous treasure in the world, of unparalleled beauty.

Situ Yongren didn't even know what else, besides studying the most profound heavenly machine techniques, could cause Yu Zhiwen to briefly reveal her astonishingly beautiful Pearly Star Eyes, like a peacock fanning its tail.

And now. There was something! Not an event. But a person!

Yu Zhiwen thought she had hidden it well, but Situ Yongren was constantly watching his junior sister; how could he not have noticed? Her sudden levitation, the fleeting activation of her eyes, that imperceptible smile beneath her veil… It was merely to glimpse that person. A man!

—Preposterous, wasn't it? Situ Yongren was suddenly consumed by jealousy, but he kept all his emotions internalized, his face as calm as a spring breeze, showing no fluctuations. This dreamlike scenario had, after all, come true…

At this moment, Situ Yongren didn't even know how to describe his feelings. A wolf constantly watching its prey wouldn't be so dazed as to not notice a mosquito bite on the meat. And Situ Yongren, who was constantly attentive to his junior sister, would be even less likely to misunderstand such a small detail about Yu Zhiwen as merely observing something else.

What puzzled Situ Yongren was… When did this person appear? He and Yu Zhiwen met in the White Cave; what happened between them there? The White Cave's existence was very brief; how did they develop so quickly? And most importantly of all! Situ Yongren's jaw muscle twitched, his eyes trembled, and his inner voice roared like a mountain flood and tsunami.

“Xu Xiaoshou, who is that?!”