Chapter 52: Freedom and Song, Magic Temple Preliminary and Final

"grandmother?"

Doesn’t Chen Ying’er like Yang Wenzhao?

It's true that she couldn't say she liked him, but before yesterday, at least she didn't hate him as much as she did now. At most, she just thought he was a little annoying.

She knew that with her status in the Soul Temple, she certainly could not have the freedom to marry like ordinary girls, and she had to choose a suitable marriage partner based on the interests of the temple.

However, she did not think that such a life was unfortunate. After all, she lived a life far more affluent than more than 99% of the residents in the entire alliance. She also enjoyed the best training resources in the Soul Temple, and her fiancé was a genius selected from among thousands in the entire alliance. What was there to be dissatisfied about?
Moreover, given the special nature of her physique, her future partner must be strong enough and have the skills to protect her and help her grow smoothly.

Yang Wenzhao is the current master of the Knights Templar and the grandson of Yang Haohan, one of the Divine Seal Knights. With this blood relationship, his future achievements are bound to be high, and he may even have the possibility of becoming a Divine Seal Knight.

Chen Ying'er also knew that such a person was extremely powerful, not to mention that his grandfather Yang Haohan was also the current leader of the Temple Alliance. If she could marry into their family, the Soul Temple would definitely be able to gain a lot of benefits in the future.

However, all this was ruined because of her momentary impulse.

Although Chen Ying'er had prepared herself to be scolded and punished by the other party, she never expected that the other party would scold her for this.

What does it mean that you knew you couldn't live with him, but you didn't say you wanted to break up the engagement earlier, and instead forced yourself to be with someone you don't like?
"Girl, remember this."

After calming down, Sanshui pulled Chen Ying'er to sit on the sofa and said, "Although our Soul Temple has a small number of people and fewer ninth-level fighters than other temples, and our voice in the alliance is weak, it is not to the point where we need to sacrifice you to please others."

"I……"

Chen Ying'er wanted to say that this wasn't really sacrificing her, but Sanshui didn't give her a chance to speak.

"Besides, our Soul Temple is not so weak that it must form an alliance with other temples to have a say. I have already told your grandfather that your marriage is up to you. At worst, you can just not suffer in this bird-hunting group and stay in the Soul Temple. No one will dare to touch you..."

"But……"

Chen Ying'er seemed to be hesitant to speak, but she still asked, "Don't you have to be trained in the Demon Hunting Group before you can hold a high position in the Alliance or the Temple? If so, how can Grandpa pass on the position of Temple Master to me after he retires?"

"I told you that you were a silly girl, but you didn't believe me."

Sanshui shook his head and said, "Those are just words for fools. I have no right to control other temples. Anyway, when it comes to the affairs of our Soul Temple, your grandfather and I have the most influence on what we say. No matter who objects, it will be useless..."

Chen Ying'er was a little embarrassed.

Although the facts were indeed as her grandmother said, she did not want her grandparents to do such unreasonable things for her.

"Grandma, I'd better go to the Demon Hunting Group to gain some experience."

Chen Ying'er shook Sanshui's hand, "I'm so disobedient, so I deserve to suffer a little. I can also see the scenery outside the alliance."

"talk later."

Sanshui seemed to have made up his mind, but was persuaded by Chen Ying'er. "Let's wait and see what kind of people you will be in the same demon hunting team with."

……

"Then I'll leave first, wait for me at home."

While giving Cai'er a big hug at the door entrance, Xingyuan also did not forget to peck her snow-white face.

Cai Er subconsciously shrank her neck, a small blush appeared on her face, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here." It's becoming more and more similar, our actions...

Cai'er couldn't see, so she didn't go out the door to watch Xingyuan leave. She just stood barefoot on the floor of the room and listened attentively until she could no longer hear Xingyuan's footsteps. Then she turned back to the bed in the room and tossed and turned while hugging her pillow.

She had already seen a picture of herself and Xingyuan in the future, living in a remote village far away from the hustle and bustle, with no one knowing their identities, raising a few children, and leading an ordinary life...

But the next moment, she "saw" herself losing all her five senses and six consciousnesses, becoming like a living dead, and another woman felt Xingyuan's love and everything on her behalf...

Cai'er let go of the pillow in her hand, and then lay on the bed in a daze.

I feel so sad, but I can't be so selfish...

Cai Er was comforting herself, and at the same time, she was also reminding herself to cherish every minute and every second that she could spend with Xing Yuan...

……

After securing a spot in the top ten players in the Magic Temple preliminary round, Xingyuan won the top five qualifying round on the second day without a fight and advanced to the third day to decide the top place in this preliminary round.

We should be able to have a game today, right?
Xingyuan counted on his fingers, looking at the other two fifth-level magicians in the audience besides himself, as well as two fourth-level ninth-level great magicians who were indeed outstanding in strength and had passed several rounds of elimination to enter the last day of the competition.

"Senior, please stop looking at me."

As if noticing Xingyuan's gaze, one of them smiled bitterly and said, "If it were you, I would surrender like everyone else. I'm already very satisfied to be in the top five."

Although the person sitting next to him didn't say anything, his frequent nodding of agreement showed that he wanted to do the same thing when it came to Xingyuan.

boring...

Xingyuan nodded slightly at the two of them, then turned his gaze back to the sky above the stadium.

No, where is my ball?

What about the lottery balls, each as big as a carriage wheel?

"Cough cough."

Lin Chen on the podium stepped forward to answer the doubts of several people, "There will be no drawing of lots for today's competition. We at the Temple already have a certain understanding of the approximate strength of the five of you contestants, so we will arrange them for you in advance, and you don't have to waste that time drawing lots."

Naturally, the few of them had no objection to this. After all, as the five best people of the younger generation in the Magic Temple, they naturally knew the rule of survival of the fittest and the most capable ones taking power in their own temple.

"so good."

Lin Chen pressed the magic loudspeaker in front of him, "Number one vs. number thirteen, number three vs. number seventeen, number two has a bye, players who are ready, go on stage."

Bye number two?

Xingyuan looked at the contestant number in his hand: number two.

Well, my opponents surrendered every time before, and now I have a bye again. Isn't my experience in the Demon Hunter Team selection tournament too bad?

(End of this chapter)