Quick Wear: Heaven Always Favors Me

Anyway, five years have passed, and Xuyang Feng and Murong Zhao's life has been getting better and better.

Not only are there delicious food and great wine, but he also doesn't have to manage sect affairs. Jiang Yao handles all matters single-handedly. If Murong Zhao were a mortal, he would feel that he was about to be turned into a useless person by Jiang Yao.

On the day of the disciple competition, Jiang Yao got up early.

Five years passed, she had grown taller and her face had gradually become more mature. She put on a well-tailored disciple uniform, tied her hair with a hairband, grabbed her sword - the Golden Dragon Sword, and walked out the door.

This Golden Dragon Sword was the one that Murong Zhao had given him. At that time, Murong Zhao was wondering what name Jiang Yao would give the sword, but when he heard the three words "Golden Dragon Sword", he fell silent.

It's not impossible, and it's very suitable for the sword, but generally speaking, it's reasonable to give such a precious weapon a more precious name.

Jiang Yao didn't care what Murong Zhao thought. Since the sword was in the shape of a golden dragon, it would be called Golden Dragon. In her eyes, the name was just a code name.

As soon as Jiang Yao walked out of the room, she was grabbed by Murong Zhao. Murong Zhao was tall and strong, and he put his head directly on Jiang Yao's head, with his hands crossed and hanging in front of Jiang Yao. He sighed, as if a little sad, but the words he said had nothing to do with sadness: "If you are too powerful, they are not your opponents, then won't our master and disciple be lonely as snow?"

Jiang Yao was not repulsed by Murong Zhao's behavior. Instead, she was used to it. She walked steadily, not feeling any difficulty in moving because of Murong Zhao's pressure on her. She said calmly, "There are always people who are better than you. Could it be that Master is now the best in the world?"

Murong Zhao snorted and said, "The best swordsman in the world is also the best in the world."

Jiang Yao raised her eyebrows but did not refute.

After five years of getting along, Jiang Yao has already figured out Murong Zhao's personality. If she were to debate with him at this time, the argument would probably go on forever. It would be better to be quiet and make Murong Zhao feel bored.

When they were almost at the arena, Jiang Yao stopped and said, "Master, aren't you going to get up yet? We are almost there."

After hearing Jiang Yao's words, Murong Zhao straightened up lazily, and after standing up, he helped Jiang Yao to tidy up her hair: "I know you care about your reputation, let's go."

Jiang Yao looked at Murong Zhao's back and felt speechless. It would obviously not be her who would be embarrassed!

"Follow me." Murong Zhao's lazy voice came from the front.

Jiang Yao sighed secretly, then jogged a few steps to catch up with Murong Zhao.

They met many disciples along the way. They were quite excited when they saw Jiang Yao. Some brave disciples even came up to her and talked to her.

"Senior Sister Jiang, thank you for the medicine you gave me last time. I'm almost recovered now. The medicine must be very expensive. Can I give it to you in exchange for spirit stones?" A disciple said to Jiang Yao hesitantly with a red face.

Jiang Yao narrowed her eyes and looked at the disciple for a few times. She soon remembered what the disciple said. She refused the disciple's spirit stones and said, "It's okay. As long as you are fine, the pill won't cost many spirit stones."

It really doesn't cost many spirit stones, because those pills were developed by Jiang Yao in her spare time, and the spiritual plants used are also very ordinary ones. At most, it may be because the spiritual plants grown on Xuyang Peak have higher spiritual energy content and fewer impurities, which makes the pills more effective.

Upon hearing this, the disciple admired Jiang Yao even more. He actually put the bag of spirit stones directly into Jiang Yao's hands and ran into the crowd.

Jiang Yao looked at the bag of spirit stones that was forcibly stuffed into her hands and spoke without thinking. Before she could say anything, another disciple came forward to thank Jiang Yao for saving his life in the secret realm last time.

Due to this delay, Jiang Yao was directly surrounded by inner and outer disciples.

She frowned, raised a hand and said, "The martial arts competition is about to begin. Please go back to your seats, brothers and sisters."

Some of the inner and outer disciples were reluctant to leave, but after seeing Jiang Yao's serious expression, they looked back every few steps and went back to where they should be.

After the crowd had almost dispersed, Jiang Yao quickly walked back behind Murong Zhao.

Murong Zhao looked at Jiang Yao with amusement and said, "You are usually disrespectful to me, but you act so arrogantly in front of my junior brothers and sisters."

Jiang Yao replied without changing her expression: "Master, this is not showing off, but the dignity of calling me Senior Sister."

Murong Zhao chuckled when he heard this, and then led Jiang Yao to sit on the podium.

The seven star gods all had their own platforms, and they took their seats with their disciples. Looking around, Murong Zhao's platform was the most deserted, with only him and Jiang Yao.

After all, Jiang Yao was Murong Zhao's first disciple, and other star gods would always take good talents under their wing to teach when they met them during the disciple selection competition. They were not like Murong Zhao who always despised those so-called good talents as mediocre.

Sitting on Murong Zhao’s left is Ruiming Star Lord, and on his right is Hongguang Star Lord. The former is good at refining pills, while the latter is good at refining weapons. They are also the elders of Danfeng and Qifeng respectively.

When Jiang Yao saw the two Star Lords taking their seats, he stood up and saluted the two elders: "Disciple greets Ruiming Star Lord and Hongguang Star Lord."

The two star gods were also happy when they saw Jiang Yao, and the Ruiming star god even affectionately called her Yaoyao.

"Yaoyao, in my opinion, you are the winner of this year's martial arts competition." Ruiming Star looked at Jiang Yao with admiration and praised her generously.

Murong Zhao raised his eyes and smiled, "Oh? If Yao... Yaoyao wins the championship, will our Ruiming Star Lord give her a reward?"

Murong Zhao had never called Jiang Yao like that before, and the words were stuck on the tip of his tongue, but because of his natural posture, the two star gods didn't notice anything wrong.

But Jiang Yao noticed Murong Zhao's difficulty. She laughed secretly. She didn't expect that Murong Zhao, who was always at ease, would feel awkward about calling her by a nickname.

Ruixing Star Lord's eyes suddenly widened: "Xuyang Star Lord, the reward your disciple received for winning the championship is not generous enough, and you actually want me to prepare a gift for your disciple?"

For a while, the three star gods had a very pleasant conversation.

Other star gods also slowly arrived at the venue, among which Zhize Star God was the last to arrive.

He was dressed in white, followed by Lu Qingyao in a white dress. He sat on the platform in the middle, and his indifferent eyes swept across the platforms of other star gods.

Suddenly, his gaze lingered on Murong Zhao's podium for a moment longer.