Despite Qian Duoduo's strong resistance, the nickname "Little Qian," which was originally a jest, was now on the verge of becoming a formal title. Yet, he calmly accepted the Jade Slip from Zeng Zifang's palm.
Zhao Yanran couldn't clearly see the small actions between them and assumed Zeng Zifang was deliberately showing affection in front of her again. She cursed hatefully, "An old cow eating tender grass."
Zeng Zifang threw her a flirtatious glance, "You want to eat it, but you can't. Tender grass is so fragrant! One bite, and your mouth waters!" As she spoke, she even made a move, not only pressing her back tightly against Qian Duoduo but also sliding her left hand up and down him.
Qian Duoduo tried his best to control his mind, not to experience the tingling and itchy sensation on his body.
He used Spiritual Awareness to plead with Zeng Zifang, "Grand Elder, please don't. I'm memorizing the Formation map."
Zeng Zifang felt the tense, taut muscles on his body and two words involuntarily flew through her mind: "Virgin."
She stopped the movement of her hand but did not remove it.
"Do you really want to try it? Once I become a Sect Knight, if I'm in a good mood one day, I'll arrange a night of passion between you and Elder Qian."
Zhao Yanran could no longer tolerate Zeng Zifang's verbal insults, and the two spears in her hands attacked her like a whirlwind.
The temperature on the Martial Arts Stage continuously dropped, transforming it into a snowy realm.
In the snowy realm, Zhao Yanran moved even faster.
Zeng Zifang and the Sword Cultivator Puppet, one close and one far, defended with all their might to withstand Zhao Yanran's offensive.
Zeng Zifang's taunting, in addition to deliberately humiliating Zhao Yanran, also served to buy Qian Duoduo time to memorize the Formation map.
"Okay. I've memorized it all," Qian Duoduo quietly told Zeng Zifang using Spiritual Awareness.
Zhao Yanran had set up a total of thirty-six Formation circles on the Martial Arts Stage.
Although the distance between the circles was not fixed, the Formation was generally divided into three layers: close, middle, and far.
There were the most Formations at close range, with eighteen, twelve in the middle, and six at long range.
"My Nascent Soul Initial Stage state with Zhao Yanran will last for another quarter of an hour. During this time, I will intentionally get injured. After a quarter of an hour, I will fight Zhao Yanran to the death, and you will send the Four Unlike to help me."
Zeng Zifang arranged the plan for Qian Duoduo.
"You're using me as bait?" Qian Duoduo's heart trembled, and he quickly asked.
If the Four Unlike left him, he would be the weakest link, and Zhao Yanran would definitely attack him using the Formation.
"Zhao Yanran will definitely appear in the Formation closest to you. Then, we will flank her and kill that bitch in one fell swoop."
Zeng Zifang was full of confidence.
Although he felt a bit bitter, Qian Duoduo still knew that Zeng Zifang's plan was reasonable.
Zhao Yanran's extremely calm personality meant that even if Zeng Zifang deliberately got injured between her and himself, she would judge Zeng Zifang to be luring the enemy and thus choose to attack him.
After Qian Duoduo agreed, Zeng Zifang wiped the Nine-Section Poison Whip in her palm, a splash of fresh blood flew out, and the whip suddenly ignited with a layer of flames.
The Poison Whip struck towards Zhao Yanran, easily destroying most of the snowy realm she had created.
This technique of generating and controlling fire came from Left Eye Peak. Using fire to counter snow, Zeng Zifang revealed a new method.
As the temperature rose, Zhao Yanran's movements slowed down.
Under Qian Duoduo's command, the Four Unlike continuously flicked its leopard tail, constantly assisting Zeng Zifang.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Zeng Zifang took a few steps forward, closing in on Zhao Yanran.
Zhao Yanran shifted several positions but failed to escape her pursuit.
Gradually, Zeng Zifang and the Sword Cultivator Puppet were some distance away from Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo pretended his cultivation was unstable, lowering his Qi from Golden Core Late Stage to Golden Core Middle Stage. He took a step forward as if to support Zeng Zifang, but then retreated to his original spot, took out a Medicinal Pill, swallowed it, sat cross-legged on the ground, and continuously patted his body, fully concentrating on raising his cultivation again.
