"Alright, I agree." Tuoba Zhan was afraid Jian Yifeng would regret his decision, so he immediately replied.
"No, I forbid it, I don’t want it, you guys can’t duel." Mu Wuxia said hurriedly upon hearing this.
She was afraid, truly afraid that if Jian Yifeng lowered his realm and lost to Tuoba Zhan, then Jian Yifeng wouldn’t propose.
"No worries, trust me." Jian Yifeng looked at Mu Wuxia and said.
"I won’t! If you lose, you won’t propose." Mu Wuxia spoke impulsively.
Realizing what she had said, she immediately covered her mouth.
Mu Chengqian heard this and showed a meaningful expression on his face.
"Haha, Seventh Sister, it seems you’re interested in Brother Jian too." Mu Rufeng laughed and said.
"Shut up, if you say any more, I’ll tear your mouth off." Seventh Princess became angry and glared at Mu Rufeng fiercely.
"No worries, I will definitely win, and besides, I only said I wouldn’t propose today; I could still propose tomorrow." Jian Yifeng said with a smile.
Mu Wuxia blushed deeply upon hearing this, mumbling to herself, not daring to speak out loud again.
At this moment, Tuoba Zhan also realized he was being played, and his face turned as red as a monkey’s bottom.
"Jian Yifeng, you’re cheating!" Tuoba Zhan yelled angrily.
Jian Yifeng said nothing, gently leapt onto the stage, and then said, "Come on, if you’re scared, just pretend I said nothing."
Jian Yifeng’s sword was broken, so he did not draw his sword, and even further suppressed his cultivation to the Spirit Origin Realm.
Tuoba Zhan said nothing, stomped his foot, and immediately landed on the stage.
Jian Yifeng, by lowering his cultivation to the Spirit Origin Realm, also abandoned his greatest advantage—being a Sword Cultivator.
A Sword Cultivator without a sword, their strength is halved.
"Roar~~!" Tuoba Zhan roared in anger, and his body suddenly swelled a circle.
A terrifying aura burst out from him, accompanied by a powerful vitality.
Tuoba Zhan exerted his full strength as soon as he moved.
"Tuoba Zhan, you just said the Seventh Princess’s Other Shore Fist was a joke, well, let me say, the Seventh Princess’s Other Shore Fist was taught by me."
"Other Shore Flower Opening, Other Shore Fist."
The space around them flickered with Other Shore Flowers.
Under each Other Shore Flower, there was actually a hand holding it.
Above the massive Other Shore Flower, a huge hand slowly manifested, then grasped the flower in its palm.
The huge fist descended from the sky, slowly smashing towards Tuoba Zhan.
At this moment, Tuoba Zhan was frozen in place, unable to move, locked by a terrifying aura.
He could only watch as the massive fist descended.
"Boom!" A loud bang echoed.
The fist struck beside Tuoba Zhan on the ground.
The terrifying force caused the entire arena to shake slightly.
Fortunately, the ground was protected by array patterns; otherwise, this blow might have demolished the stage directly.
"You let me win, Brother Tuoba!" Jian Yifeng said with a slight bow.
"Other Shore Fist, Other Shore Fist, I lost, even without using a sword, using my best skill, you defeated me." Tuoba Zhan said somewhat despondently.
He walked the path of a Fist Cultivator, wanting to be like their God Refining Sect’s founder, to fight the world undefeated with his iron fists.
Unfortunately, he was defeated by a single punch from a Sword Cultivator; the blow was immense.
Seeing Tuoba Zhan , Jian Yifeng’s body flickered, appearing before Tuoba Zhan, and then he touched his forehead with a finger.
"This is a little insight I gained from understanding the Other Shore Fist. If one day you comprehend the Other Shore Flower Opening, I can teach you the secret technique of the Other Shore Fist."
After speaking, Jian Yifeng flashed and disappeared again, returning to the VIP seats.
Tuoba Zhan was stunned, then immediately began to digest this insight.
Jian Yifeng did not impart the Other Shore Flower Opening or the Other Shore Fist, only a small insight.
After all, the Other Shore Flower Opening was comprehended by Mu Rufeng, and Jian Yifeng couldn’t presumptuously teach it to others.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to marry the Seventh Princess, please grant my request!"
Jian Yifeng bowed deeply once more.
Mu Chengqian smiled slightly, looked at Mu Wuxia, and said, "Little Seven, do you agree?"
Seventh Princess Mu Wuxia lowered her head, her face red, completely unable to reply.
"If you don’t agree, I will refuse." Mu Chengqian teased when he saw this scene.
"Agree, I agree." Hearing her father mention refusing, Mu Wuxia couldn’t afford to act coy and immediately raised her head to shout.
"Haha~~!" Mu Chengqian immediately burst into laughter.
Beside him, the Empress Dowager and Empress covered their mouths and giggled.
"Sword Sect Master, after the banquet, let’s discuss the date, and later I will draft a decree to announce it to the world." Mu Chengqian looked towards Jian Chun, who was still in shock.
"Ah? Oh, okay, okay, no problem, haha!" Jian Chun finally responded and agreed, then couldn’t stop laughing.
His great disciple had finally seen the light, finally awakened.
"Brother Jian, I’m curious, have you interacted with my Seventh Sister before, or is it love at first sight this time?" Mu Rufeng suddenly asked.
Mu Rufeng was genuinely curious about this and couldn’t help but ask.
Upon hearing this, everyone also looked toward Jian Yifeng, interested in his answer.
Especially Mu Wuxia, with her bright eyes staring intently at Jian Yifeng.