Chapter 32 Before the Grand Competition

If one were to ask what the most lively event in Feng City recently was, it would undoubtedly be the martial arts tournament. It was said that the tournament was overseen by a master from the Qingyun Sect, with the Heir of Jing King acting as a judge. If one managed to secure a spot in the top three, they might even catch the eye of the Qingyun Sect's masters.

As such, many had signed up early on.

"Hey, have you heard? Mu Ruyue from the Mu Family is also participating in this tournament."

"What? Mu Ruyue? The biggest waste in the Purple Moon Country? Are you kidding me? Why is she participating? To become a joke?"

"I bet she's here just to get humiliated. Haha."

The crowd's relentless mockery made Mu Qing, who was standing to the side, blush with embarrassment. He couldn't help but blame his own daughter. As a useless person, why couldn't she just stay home instead of coming here to disgrace herself? Wasn't it enough that she couldn't stand to see him dote on Ting'er and wanted to oppose him?

Since the list of participants was only announced today, Mu Qing had no idea beforehand; otherwise, he would have surely tried to stop it.

"Father," Mu Yixue exclaimed angrily, searching for Mu Ruyue's figure. Her cute, delicate face was filled with rage. "Today was supposed to be Sister Ting'er's day to shine, but that waste had to come and stir things up. I think she's just jealous of Sister Ting'er."

No matter what, that waste was still a member of the Mu Family. If she made a fool of herself, it would be as if the entire Mu Family was being mocked. Hadn't the years of ridicule been enough? She couldn't understand how their parents' excellent genes had produced such a worthless person.

At this moment, no one noticed the pair of angry eyes glaring at the gossiping crowd from a nearby teahouse.

Wu Yu threw back a cup of alcohol, trying to suppress the violent anger within him.

Waste? These bastards dared to insult his chosen disciple as a waste? So what did that make him? The master of a waste would be the waste of all wastes, wouldn't he? If that girl's talent was still considered wasteful, then he could guarantee that no geniuses existed in this world.

"Mu Family?" Wu Yu sneered, lowering his gaze to look at the father-daughter pair in the crowd.

In recent months, he had learned from Mu Ruyue that she had been poisoned before her talent test at the age of five, resulting in blocked meridians and an inability to cultivate. If she hadn't met a high master by chance who helped her detox, she would have remained a waste her entire life.

Of course, Wu Yu was unaware that the high master was actually Mu Ruyue herself.

But just the thought that this talent could have been discovered ten years ago, yet had been delayed for a decade, made Wu Yu's heart ache. He wished he could immediately rip apart this so-called Mu Family.

"However, this isn't without some merit. At least over these years, Miss Yue has seen through Ye Tianfeng's true nature. Otherwise, wouldn't my good disciple have been deceived by that rotten boy?"

With this thought, Wu Yu felt a bit better. What kind of extraordinary disciple did he have? Ordinary outstanding men on this continent were nowhere near qualified to be her husband.

"Wife."

Not far from the martial arts platform, a pleasant and charming voice called out from behind Mu Ruyue.

She didn't even need to turn around to know who it was just by hearing the voice.

"What are you doing here?" Mu Ruyue turned and looked at the young man behind her. Seeing his aggrieved expression, her voice unconsciously softened.

The young man responded with a radiant smile, his handsome face becoming even more captivating with the sunny expression, as if he was the brightest being in this world. Even Ye Yihua, the most handsome man in Feng City, could not compare to him in the slightest.

Just his presence here was enough to leave people in awe.