Chapter 664 - 660: Wait a Minute

"He is my master!"

Miaomiao's voice was low, yet clear enough for everyone in the great hall to hear.

But because of this, everyone was completely dumbfounded.

The Saintess of the Spirit Cat Race.

She wasn't necessarily the daughter of the Spirit Cat Queen, but she was definitely the most talented and honored prodigy of her generation in the Spirit Cat Race.

Furthermore, Miaomiao was Spirit Cat Queen Mao Mei'Er's only daughter. She had inherited Mao Mei'Er's supreme talent. Thus, it could be said that Miaomiao possessed the most powerful Saintess bloodline the Spirit Cat Race had seen in a thousand years.

Once someone obtained Miaomiao and engaged in dual cultivation with her, it would provide an immense boost to their own cultivation.

This was a special constitution formed from the Spirit Cat Race's Saintess absorbing the unique power of their race's altar in the Saintess's Forbidden Land since childhood, making her the best dual cultivation partner in the world.

Otherwise, beauty alone would never be enough to make the major powers flock to her like this!

At this moment, aside from Mao Mei'Er and Hong Yu, almost everyone in the great hall had come for Miaomiao.

In their hearts, every single one of them had already decided that Miaomiao was a prize within their grasp, and their future dual cultivation partner.

But now…

When Miaomiao herself declared Hong Yu was her master, everyone's first reaction was shock and disbelief. Then, their expressions shifted strangely, all feeling as if they had invisibly been made to wear a green hat.

There are three things a man cannot tolerate!

Impotence, premature ejaculation, and being cuckolded!

How dare Hong Yu cuckold them?

In that instant, the experts from the major powers all shot to their feet with a SWISH, their auras menacing and their fury palpable. A chilling killing intent instantly locked onto Hong Yu.

Hong Yu felt frustrated as well. He rubbed his nose, a bitter feeling in his heart. 'Dammit all, you think I want to compete with you? I have no choice in this matter either!'

"Bastard, let go of the Saintess's hand!"

"You dare defile the Saintess! I, Old Bear, will destroy you..."

"Get out of the way, you big oaf! I'm going to tear him apart with my bare hands!"

Chen Tao said nothing, but a Primordial Weapon Iron Fan had already appeared in his hand, radiating a menacing, cold light. He looked ready to kill.

"Ma Le Gobi!"

Hong Yu hadn't wanted to get involved.

But he wasn't a pushover either. Seeing them all looking so ferocious, as if they had him cornered, his anger flared. He pulled Miaomiao into his arms and looked at the crowd with contempt. "What are you looking at? Didn't you hear Miaomiao say I'm her master? Get out of my way!"

Then, with Miaomiao in his arms, he strode to the head seat with a Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride and took a seat in a commanding 'Big Horse Golden Saber' posture.

"Meow… Master, you're so cool!"

Miaomiao's eyes were filled with little gold stars. She plopped herself onto Hong Yu's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gently caressed him with her fluffy tail.

"..."

"I, Old Bear, can't take it anymore! I'm going to kill someone."

"That animal dares to defile the most sacred Saintess in my heart? I'll destroy him..."

The Iron Fan in Chen Tao's hand trembled. A domineering aura pulsed from his body, and a terrifying energy enveloped him like a tornado. His gaze, as cold as a blade of ice, was fixed on Hong Yu.

If one were to ask who in this group most desperately wanted Miaomiao...

...it would undoubtedly be Chen Tao, Bear Tao, and Tiger Wei. Their strength was immense, making them decisive figures among Divine Kings. If they could achieve another breakthrough, they would advance to the level of a Lord of Divine City.

Miaomiao was the strongest bloodline inheritor of the Spirit Cat Race in a thousand years.

If they could obtain her and engage in dual cultivation, they would have a seventy percent chance of taking that final step to reach the Lord of Divine City Level and become a Peak existence on the True Dragon Battlefield.

Now, seeing the key to their advancement being held in another man's arms, how could they not be furious?

Chen Tao looked coldly at Mao Mei'Er. "Her Majesty the Queen, you previously stated that the Saintess's consort would be decided by a series of trials. What is the meaning of this?"

Mao Mei'Er's eyes narrowed into a thin slit.

She, too, had been shocked by Miaomiao's words and actions, and she knew this would not be an easy matter to resolve.

But she was the queen of her race, after all.

"Hmph!"

Mao Mei'Er snorted coldly, her aura at the Lord of Divine City Level pressing down. "What? God King Chen Tao, are you questioning me?"

"Urgh!"

Chen Tao's body shuddered, his face turning pale.

That single glance from Mao Mei'Er had contained an infinite will, injuring Chen Tao to the point of coughing up blood.

His expression shifted unpredictably.

Forcing himself to swallow the blood rising in his throat, he lowered his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them as he said, "My apologies. I was too agitated just now. I hope Her Majesty the Queen will forgive me."

"Mm, it's understandable for young people to be hot-headed."

Mao Mei'Er nodded and glanced at the crowd. After the lesson Chen Tao had just received, no one else dared to protest. Only then did Mao Mei'Er continue, "My race's rules will naturally not be changed. We previously decided to select Miaomiao's consort through a series of trials. The trials will continue, but the rules will need some slight modifications!"

Mao Mei'Er glanced at Hong Yu and said, "Since Miaomiao has, by a strange twist of fate, acknowledged North City as her master, we must add another competitor's name to the list. Beichen will also participate in the trials. Whoever achieves the final victory will naturally become Miaomiao's consort!"

"Her Majesty the Queen, what about this Beichen then? The Saintess can't be betrothed to one of us while being held by another man all day, can she?"

Bear Tao said in a stuffy voice, his huge, bell-like eyes wide.

The other experts nodded in agreement.

Mao Mei'Er smiled, but her voice carried an undeniable authority. "I have naturally considered this factor. Fortunately, Beichen has not taken Miaomiao's body, so their master-servant relationship can still be changed. If anyone present can win the final trial, I will naturally help him re-establish the master-servant relationship."

"And what is the method Her Majesty the Queen speaks of?"

"You have to let us know that it can definitely be changed, right?"

The crowd clamored.

Mao Mei'Er stated indifferently, "Just kill the original master. Miaomiao will naturally be masterless."

"Hm?"

Hong Yu's expression changed instantly.

'Just a moment ago, I was thinking about forfeiting the trials right away. That way, I could get rid of Miaomiao and escape this hornets' nest.'

'But now it seems...'

'Not only can I not lose, but I have to fight for my life to take first place!'

"Ma Le Gobi, this is a huge loss."

Hong Yu was about to cry.

The crowd, however, was ecstatic. Their mocking and sinister gazes swept over Hong Yu, filled with a bloody light. "Heh heh heh, this guy is a dead man!"

"The Saintess will definitely be mine!"

"Get lost, she's mine! Heh heh..." Bear Tao rubbed his hands together, his simple face showing extreme excitement. "Saintess Miaomiao has such a great figure! If I take her back, she'll definitely be able to give birth to a litter of slender bear cubs!"

Everyone: "..."

Then, Mao Mei'Er said, "Since no one has any objections, I will now announce the events for this trial. The Prince Consort of my Spirit Cat Race must naturally be well-versed in both literary and martial arts. Therefore, the first round will be a contest of scholarly arts. This contest includes zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, with the calligraphy category also encompassing poetry."

"Huh? Scholarly arts? You mean like... 'bawdy tarts'? I-I'm still a virgin bear, I've never messed with any tarts! I don't get it!"

Bear Tao scratched his head, looking utterly confused.

"Hahaha, 'bawdy tarts'? You big oaf, you're really something else!" Tiger Wei mocked.

Even Mao Mei'Er couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

She shook her head helplessly. She knew the experts from the Holy Bear Tribe were simple-minded, and testing them on the scholarly arts would indeed be difficult. But it was stipulated by the clan rules, so what could she do?

So she said, "Bear Tao, you may as well forfeit the first round. Considering the special nature of your Holy Bear Tribe, you'll be exempt from this test."

"Aha? I pass directly? Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Bear Tao laughed heartily, looking at everyone with great excitement and pride. "See? I told you Her Majesty the Queen wants me as her son-in-law, but you wouldn't believe me!"

The crowd was speechless.

But they also knew how special and powerful the Holy Bear Tribe was. The Spirit Cat Queen was giving face to the Holy Bear Tribe, so no one objected.

Chen Tao, a smug look on his face, said coolly, "Her Majesty the Queen, zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry... that's actually five competitions. Not everyone is a master of all of them. I wonder how they will be judged?"

"First place in each category will receive three points, second place will receive two, and third place will receive one. Everyone may choose the category they are most skilled in," Mao Mei'Er said.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Even Hong Yu felt this method of competition was relatively fair.

The competition then began.

After much coaxing, Hong Yu finally got Miaomiao to sit obediently in her seat, and he walked to the center of the hall.

"I choose zither!"

"I choose poetry and painting!"

"I'll choose calligraphy. I've practiced it before!"

"Hahaha, I once played chess against my father for three days and three nights! My skill is Wushuang! Who dares to challenge me?"

Everyone chose their best subject.

Chen Tao, however, just stood there silently with a cold smirk on his face.

Hong Yu also stood motionless.

Time ticked by. Tiger Wei of the Holy Tiger Tribe had chosen chess. He set up a peerless game on the board, called the 'Brocade and Jade Puzzle.'

It was said to be one of the top one hundred game records among the eighteen hundred peerless records created by a chess sage in Ancient Times.

Across the entire True Dragon Battlefield, there were no more than three chess masters who could solve this puzzle.

As for the zither, it was an expert from the Netherworld Race named Tan Hui. He was a genius on par with Tan Tianhuo.

He was extremely skilled in the Zither Dao, and he played a piece called 'Divine Wind Breaking Waves.' Its Momentum was like a rainbow, a masterpiece that left everyone mesmerized.

Poetry and painting were chosen by the brilliant genius of the Celestial Horse Race, Ma Fengxing. His brush moved like dragons and snakes, creating magic. He finished by adding a poem, a perfect match for the painting—like a scholar and a beauty, it was flawless.

The expert who chose the calligraphy test was from the Golden Ancient Ape Clan.

The brush in his hand danced like a flying dragon and phoenix. The characters he wrote were clean and sharp, the brushstrokes vast and powerful. It was a masterpiece of calligraphy.

Seeing that the others had all completed their works, Chen Tao finally gave a cold smile and stepped forward.

The Iron Fan in his hand vibrated. He tapped it on the table, and with a light flick and splash of ink, he casually and elegantly sketched a landscape of a mountain trail on the canvas. He then took up a brush and wrote, "A mountain needn't be high; its fame comes from an immortal. Water needn't be deep; its spirit comes from a dragon!"

Zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry.

With his own power, he had managed to trump the painstaking masterpieces of the previous contestants, becoming an all-around talent in a single leap.

Looking at the others who were grinding their teeth and glaring at him, Chen Tao wore a cool and self-satisfied expression. This was exactly the effect he wanted: to slap everyone in the face at once.

He then smiled at Mao Mei'Er and said, "Her Majesty the Queen, I am untalented, but I happen to have Mastery in zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry. I presume there is no dispute that I am first place in this scholarly contest!"

"Hehe, God King Chen Tao is truly a brilliant talent. In that case..."

Mao Mei'Er nodded. Chen Tao's skills had indeed impressed her.

However, just as Mao Mei'Er was about to announce Chen Tao as the winner of the scholarly contest, a calm voice suddenly rang out...

"Wait a moment!"