Since Luo Yu had announced he would take them to the Great Douhun Arena, the girls didn't dare delay. They quickly got ready to go.
It wasn't out of fear, but because they worried that this guy, who slept all day, might back out. As Shui Bing'er said, it wasn't easy to get him to step out of the house.
Fortunately, Luo Yu didn't hear their thoughts — otherwise he would have cried foul.
He needed to concentrate on cultivation during the first half of the night, and in the second half, he had to deal with the harassment of that female demon at any time. Who could have energy left during the day?
The seven beautiful girls of the Tianshui battle team stood gracefully at the door. Their straight, snow-white legs were perfectly poised, like flowers in a garden competing for attention. Compared to mature women, they had less charm and more pure, flawless beauty.
Shui Yue'er tied her hair and pouted her red lips. "Brother Yu, what are you doing? Why aren't you coming out yet?"
"It's okay, we arrived early, didn't we? He doesn't know yet." Shui Bing'er laughed.
Xue Wu asked, "Have you guys been to the Great Douhun Arena before?"
The girls shook their heads in unison. Shui Bing'er said, "My dad took me to visit once. The people there aren't particularly talented, but they have plenty of real combat experience at the same level. Fighting them would definitely be beneficial."
"You cultivation maniacs ever thought of joining?" Mo Xue teased.
"I did, but my dad stopped me. The arena assigns opponents randomly; you might encounter a ruthless villain. Life safety wouldn't be a problem, but for girls like us with some beauty, it's easy to be taken advantage of."
At this, the girls instinctively shrank their necks in disgust. Shui Bing'er teased, "This time, Luo Yu is with us — what do you have to fear?"
The girls immediately calmed down, pumping their small fists in excitement, a little eager to try.
"Brother Yu, how do you think he'll arrange the matches for us?" Shui Yue'er asked eagerly.
"I don't know," Xue Wu shook her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "Who cares? As long as he's there, nothing unexpected will happen."
From a distance, a man in a black fitted outfit approached. Tall and upright, he wore a mask painted with a cute tiger design.
The girls didn't need to guess who it was. Looking at the watercolor-painted tiger on the mask, their girlish hearts were instantly stirred.
Shui Bing'er frowned. "Are you trying to take an unusual approach?"
Luo Yu removed the mask, revealing sharp, sculpted handsome features. Twirling the mask in his hand, he smiled. "With this, maybe people will see the cute tiger and won't dare hit my face."
"Yeah, right." Shui Bing'er rolled her eyes. "What is this supposed to be?"
"Ahem, of course, it's for low-key purposes." Luo Yu said seriously.
The girls looked at his odd expression and felt something was off.
Shui Yue'er grabbed the mask and played with it curiously. "Brother Yu, did you paint this?"
"Of course."
"Can you give me one when we go back?" Shui Yue'er pouted.
Luo Yu's lips curved in a half-joking smile. "You kiss me once, and I'll make you one when we get back."
Shui Yue'er quickly moved her gaze from the mask and pecked Luo Yu's cheek on the side.
"???"
Everyone was shocked. Luo Yu was dumbfounded. He was just joking — when did she get so bold?
Shui Yue'er blushed and shyly said, "I kissed you! No backing out when we get back."
"Is this girl taking advantage of the chance to kiss me or does she really want the mask?" Luo Yu seriously questioned her motives.
"Good! Are you trying to betray the group and eat all by yourself?" Xue Wu snapped back, chasing Shui Yue'er with a playful strike.
"What group? What eating alone?" Luo Yu mumbled, confused.
For a moment, the scene fell silent. Everyone exchanged glances and then said in unison, "What group? You misheard."
"I misheard?" Luo Yu questioned.
"Let's go, it's getting late. Time to depart." Shui Yue'er pulled Luo Yu's hand, and the girls' intense stares quieted down.
Luo Yu alone leading seven delicate, cute girls with differing temperaments out on the street — low-key was impossible. Along the way, many passersby glanced and whispered.
A chubby young man with freckles on his nose sat at a tea stall, wearing a golden badge at his waist. Watching Luo Yu's group, his already small eyes squinted further, drool nearly spilling from his mouth.
So envious, he muttered, "Damn! Who is this young master? One dragon, seven phoenixes? Even a strong body can't handle this."
Next to him, a thin young man said, "With that lineup, even selling medicine at their doorstep, he could make a fortune. Too bad he's wearing a mask."
"Second, stop talking. I'm sour — any one of them would do." The chubby man's features twisted, bitter like a lemon.
The thin youth scoffed. "Look at you, being jealous over this?"
The chubby man's eyes widened. "Second! Are you blind? That's seven, SEVEN top-quality girls!"
"Heh, too bad they're all taken — none of them are yours." The thin youth mocked.
The chubby man retorted, "Don't talk nonsense! I don't believe you're not jealous."
The thin youth's face changed. He picked up his tea cup. "Quiet, drink it."
This roadside scene was just a small incident; elsewhere was similar. Luo Yu frowned listening, while the seven girls kept blushing and lightly huffing.
"You seven can't dress more low-key? You make me, the flower guardian, feel so pressured." Luo Yu said, tilting his head.
"Isn't this low-key enough?" Xue Wu protested.
Looking closely, Luo Yu admitted they were indeed low-key — though their natural beauty made them stand out no matter what.
Honestly, the Tianshui girls were simple in nature. Without fancy clothes, even when dressing plainly, their innate beauty still surpassed ordinary girls.
After walking a while, they arrived at Tianshui City's Great Douhun Arena.
The grand arena was oval-shaped, at least a hundred meters high. Inside was a main arena and 24 sub-arenas, accommodating 50,000 spectators, including 100 VIP single-person boxes.
This wasn't just a place for soul masters to spar — it was where disputes between factions could be resolved.
Inside, Shui Bing'er led the way, explaining things to the other team members.
Luo Yu waved lazily. "No need to talk about life-and-death battles — we won't use that knowledge. We're only participating in sparring matches."
Shui Bing'er nodded. "Since Brother Yu won't let us do one-on-one, we can only join two-person or team battles. The number in team battles can be negotiated, seven to ten people is fine."
"We'll participate as eight," Luo Yu seemed to have already decided.
Approaching the arena, they first saw a huge stone tablet engraved with densely packed names.
"What's this?" Xue Wu asked.
"It's the list of deaths in competitions." Shui Bing'er said gravely.
The girls' eyes showed fear, and they instinctively shrank their long, fair necks.
Luo Yu shook his head silently. Bringing them here for experience was right — softness of character can be both a strength and a flaw.
Registering for battles was simple: fill a basic form and receive an initial Iron Douhun badge. Registration cost ten gold coins per person.
Luo Yu reached for coins to pay, but each girl had already taken one from her pocket, even covering his share.
Seeing his puzzled expression, Xue Wu smiled. "Ice'er told us registration costs money. You didn't mention it. We guessed you'd pay for us, but that's not allowed."
After Mo Xue paid, she blinked her big eyes and waved a small fist cutely. "We only support you; we won't take advantage of you."
Luo Yu smiled and returned half the coins. It was small, but warmed his heart.
The registration staff was calm, not concerned that the participants were young, until seeing Luo Yu registered as a one-ring soul master. Surprise flashed on his face.
One-ring soul masters are basically fodder — no one watches their matches. Normally, registering one wouldn't even raise an eyelid.
But a fodder leading seven two- and three-ring talented girls? That was strange — especially when these gorgeous girls looked up to this 'fodder' as the main figure.
The young registrar wondered, what's going on? Maybe some young master experiencing life?
"Two-person teams: different soul master levels cannot compete together." Another middle-aged registrar reminded.
Luo Yu smiled. "I'm one-ring. Participating in their two- or three-ring matches shouldn't be unfair."
"Fine. Don't complain it's unfair if you lose." The middle-aged registrar warned.
Luo Yu nodded.
Watching them enter the arena after registration, he muttered: "Heh, it's not sourness — just disdain for soft-rice eaters."
The young registrar asked the older one: "Wang Wu, what type of matches did those people register for?"
Wang Wu, holding the list, wondered: "Seven two-on-two matches, each with that masked guy, plus one eight-on-eight."
"Huh?" The young registrar realized: "Looks like this guy is trying to boost his Douhun rank?"
The Great Douhun Arena badges have eight levels: Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Purple-Gold, Sapphire, Ruby, Diamond. Each level requires 100 points; winning a match gives one point, losing subtracts points.
If winning streak exceeds five, each subsequent win adds ten points. If winning streak exceeds ten, each subsequent win adds 100 points.
Wang Wu reacted: "Show-off! He brings girls to level up while he 'rests'?"
"Seven different girls, consecutively carrying him? No wonder they don't pause between matches."
The registrar snorted: "Never seen such shamelessness — relying on others to boost your score."
Wang Wu said: "Scores aren't easy to earn. Few have even reached Gold. Most linger at Iron. To advance, you need consecutive wins. Consecutive wins aren't easy, especially relying on girls."
The registrar brightened. "You watch here, I'll report to the supervisor."
"Report what?"
"The situation. One-ring soul master brought gorgeous girls to level up — great publicity. Should attract more spectators."
Wang Wu scoffed: "Feels like you just want everyone to see him eating soft rice."
"It's for attendance and profit!" The registrar chuckled. "I want to see if he can survive being carried by women without embarrassment. You watch for me — I'll go watch the matches."
Wang Wu: "With so many watching, he'll probably be booed. And a one-ring weakling? I don't think the girls can carry him. He miscalculated."
Meanwhile, Iron Douhun badge players couldn't compete in the main arena, so Luo Yu's group went to the seventh sub-arena's waiting room.
Matches require drawing lots. They waited backstage first.
"I remember we need to register team names?" Luo Yu hesitated.
Shui Yue'er playfully said: "Don't worry, we've already prepared names for two-person and eight-person teams."
"Oh? What names?" Luo Yu asked, curious.
"Nothing special, very ordinary. You'll see soon enough."
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