Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 460: You Lost!

"Dare to compete?"

Jin Feiyan looked at Zhao Yu with a smile that was not quite a smile.

The confident light shone brightly in her lively eyes.

Zhao Yu's expression darkened slightly; as a disciple of the Tianjian Sect and someone who was extremely skilled at speed using movement techniques, he had earned the appreciation of Yang Kun, who had specially brought him to participate in the contest for the first incense offering. In his eyes, taking the competition lightly was out of the question.

In his opinion, within the same realm, no one could surpass his speed.

But now,

this little girl Jin Feiyan dared to disregard him completely, which caused Zhao Yu's face to look extremely ugly as he sneered, "Afraid? Not in the slightest."

"You've got some guts, but don't cry when you lose later," Jin Feiyan said with a twinkle in her eye, her tone mocking.

"Ridiculous, me, cry?"

Zhao Yu let out a cold snort and made a throat-slashing gesture.

Yang Kun's eyes shifted slightly as he said with a smile, "Brother, since both you and I have someone participating in the contest for the head incense, why don't we make a bet ourselves?"

His intention was to overshadow Yang Ling and crush his spirit.

Naturally, he wouldn't miss any opportunity.

Yang Ling frowned, "What kind of bet do you have in mind, elder brother?"

Yang Kun said with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Jin Feiyan is a top student of Dean Xiao. If she loses, how about Xiao Yi relinquishes his position as dean of the Xiaoshanhe Institute?"

"Hmm?"

Yang Ling's expression became stern, realizing that Yang Kun's intentions were utterly condemnable!

Everyone knew that Xiao Yi's position as dean of the Xiaoshanhe Institute was endorsed by him. If Xiao Yi were to be removed from his deanship midway, it would be tantamount to declaring to the world that Yang Ling's judgement of character was flawed. It would be a tremendous blow to his reputation.

Just as Yang Ling was about to refuse, Yang Kun continued, "Of course, if Jin Feiyan happens to win, I'll give the Ice Phoenix back to you, how about that?"

"The Ice Phoenix?"

Yang Ling was visibly shaken.

The Ice Phoenix had been seized by Yang Kun, forcing him to buy a low-level sixth-rank magical beast from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect to use as an offering instead.

With that thought,

Yang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll take you up on that bet!"

"With the Emperor and all the nobles as witnesses here, you can't back out once you've lost," Yang Kun said with a grin, flashing his white teeth with pride.

Yang Ling nodded firmly.

Their wager naturally attracted the attention of the crowd. Many important figures whispered to each other, "His Highness Yang Ling is too impulsive. This is clearly a trap set by His Highness Yang Kun, and yet he's walked right into it..."

"I've heard of this Zhao Yu before. It's said that his ancestor was Godspeed Protector Zhao, who mastered the 'Thousand Miles March' movement technique to perfection. Among those of the same realm, finding someone who could compete with his speed is rarer than phoenix feathers and Qilin horns!"

"Jin Feiyan? She's just a young girl, how could she possibly beat Zhao Yu?"

"A disciple reflects the master. With the way this young girl is so pompous and conceited, one can imagine what kind of person Xiao Yi is!"

At this moment...

A dull sound of a horn suddenly erupted.

Zhao Yu's face broke into an ecstatic smile, and he made a throat-slashing gesture at Jin Feiyan, saying, "You better give it your all, little girl! Just make sure you can at least catch the dust I kick up, haha..."

"Idiot!"

Jin Feiyan rolled her eyes and, flicking her long black hair, strode forward.

"You..."

A vicious look flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You will utterly despair under my speed, just you wait!"

A procession of people converged in front of the seizing incense point.

Boom, boom, boom!

The pounding of war drums echoed.

A mass of contenders for the head incense surged forward like a dark, steel torrent, each bursting forth at their top speed toward the summit of Imperial Dragon Mountain. The contest for the head incense did not permit flying!

They could only rely on the strength of their legs to run wildly.

Whoosh!

Amidst the crowd, a black shadow dashed forward swiftly, turning into a streak of black light rushing ahead.

It was akin to flying close to the ground.

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That person was none other than Zhao Yu!

He took the lead on his horse, instantly surpassing everyone.

Yang Kun burst into laughter, his face glowing red, "Zhao Yu indeed hasn't let me down..." He turned to Yang Ling and said with a smile, "Younger brother, where is your Jin Feiyan? Wasn't she very arrogant just now? Why can't I see her anywhere?"

Yang Ling: "..."

The crowd: "..."

Above the point of contention, Jin Feiyan could be seen standing lazily, cracking melon seeds that she had pulled out from somewhere, with no intention of moving at all.

"Is she giving up directly?"

"This is Xiao Yi's Direct Disciple? Surrendering before the battle, it seems that Xiao Yi isn't so remarkable after all!"

"How could such a person take on the heavy responsibility of being the director of Xiaomi Institute?"

The crowd began to mockingly say.

Emperor Qian also frowned slightly and glanced at the nearby Qi, "Go and ask her!"

"Yes!"

Qi left immediately, and after a short while, he returned with a strange expression, reporting, "Your Majesty, Jin Feiyan, she said..."

"What did she say?" asked Emperor Qian with a frown.

Yang Kun laughed and asked, "Has she given up?"

Qi shook his head, his expression growing more peculiar, "Jin Feiyan said she promised to let Zhao Yu start ten miles ahead, and now it hasn't reached ten miles yet!"

Hiss!

Those who had previously criticized Jin Feiyan all had faces filled with astonishment.

Huihai Sword Master narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "This woman is indeed arrogant. Zhao Yu not only has cultivated his ancestral 'Thousand Miles March' movement technique but also our Tianjian Sect's 'Ascending Cloud Leap', his speed is unmatched in his realm. How dare Jin Feiyan belittle him like this?"

Xiao Zhengde cleaned his ears and said indifferently, "My rebellious son, Xiao Yi, has always been overbearing and ignorant of the world. It is not surprising that he taught such a disciple!"

"She is truly too arrogant!"

"She literally has no regard for anyone else!"

The people said one after another.

But Dongfang, with narrowed eyes, said, "Gentlemen, this contest for the chief fragrance spans a hundred miles, and it has just begun. You are already concluding that Jin Feiyan will lose, is that not too hasty?"

"Ridiculous. With Zhao Yu's speed, even if they started at the same time, Jin Feiyan might not be able to catch up to him, let alone with a ten-mile head start..."

"If she wins, I'll straight up swallow my shoe!"

"I'll swallow too..."

Ten miles.

For someone at the Golden Core Realm, it's merely a stone's throw away.

Jin Feiyan suddenly put down the melon seeds in her hand, tapped her toes on the ground, looked back at Yang Kun and the others, and said with a grin, "Gentlemen, please open your eyes wide and see what real speed is!"

"Arrogant..."

As Yang Kun was just about to speak, a booming sound explosion suddenly erupted, and a cloud of dust rose up from the ground.

Turned into a sky full of sand and dust, it obscured the sight of the crowd.

When the dust finally settled on the ground.

The crowd then realized that Jin Feiyan had already chased three or four miles away.

"This, this speed..."

"How can she be so fast?"

"A Golden Core Realm being able to burst out with such speed? My heavens, if she can maintain such speed, catching up to Zhao Yu is indeed possible..."

"She caught up after letting him go for ten miles? That, that's impossible, right?"

The crowd was dumbfounded.

Yang Ling and Dongfang, among others, however, had faces filled with ecstasy, staring fixedly at the rapidly sprinting figure, all clenching their fists: "She must catch up!"

A hundred miles' distance is but fifty thousand meters!

Zhao Yu looked at the increasingly closer Imperial Dragon Mountain, his face showing a rapturous expression, and without seeing Jin Feiyan behind him, a smug smile appeared on his face: "I have won for sure!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Zhao Yu climbed Imperial Dragon Mountain at high speed.

Seeing that the summit was just in front, but at that moment, a whooshing sound of cutting through the air passed by his ear. Zhao Yu was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Jin Feiyan leaning against the gate at the top of the mountain, looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile: "You've lost!"