12: The Sect Mistress's Growing Distraction & A Surprise Milf Opponent

Chapter 12: The Sect Mistress's Growing Distraction & A Surprise Milf Opponent?!

The Aftermath of Another Victory

Lin Tian stood calmly in the arena, his smirk never leaving his face.

Ye Lingxue had walked off without another word, but he had seen the pink dusting her cheeks before she turned away.

💭 "Another cold beauty, another crack in the ice."

The crowd was still buzzing with disbelief.

💬 "How does he keep winning?!"

💬 "Even Ye Lingxue couldn't stop him!"

💬 "This guy is a monster!"

Lin Tian stretched lazily, enjoying the attention. But as he turned toward the VIP viewing platform, he felt a strange intensity in the air.

And then—

His gaze locked onto Yue Qingyan.

Sect Mistress Yue Qingyan: Unwanted Distraction

Seated high above the tournament grounds, Yue Qingyan's elegant figure remained poised, but inside, her thoughts were a storm of frustration.

💭 "He did it again."

Defeating Bai Feng had been one thing.

Forcing Luo Qingcheng to surrender had been unexpected.

But now… even Ye Lingxue had fallen to him?

💭 "How can this man keep growing so fast?!"

Her hands tightened slightly on the armrest of her chair.

And what was worse—

She found herself watching him too much.

Not just his power… but the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he toyed with his opponents.

💭 "I should not be distracted by him. I am the Sect Mistress."

But then, the worst thing happened.

Lin Tian looked up.

And his smirk widened.

At her.

For just a moment, their eyes met.

And something inside her stirred.

She quickly looked away, hiding the slight warmth in her chest.

But beside her—

Su Meiyu noticed.

And she grinned.

Su Meiyu's Next Move

Su Meiyu leaned in slightly, her voice a soft whisper in Yue Qingyan's ear.

"Oh my… Did you just look away, Sect Mistress?"

Yue Qingyan ignored her, but Su Meiyu wasn't one to let things slide.

She chuckled, swirling her spirit wine lazily.

"You know… if you're this distracted by Lin Tian, maybe you should test him yourself."

Yue Qingyan's gaze snapped toward her.

"Ridiculous," she said coldly.

Su Meiyu smirked, propping her chin on her hand. "Is it? You're the Sect Mistress. You should be the one measuring his strength… personally."

Yue Qingyan's lips parted slightly, but she didn't respond.

Because deep down…

A tiny part of her was considering it.

💭 "No. Absolutely not. That would be inappropriate."

But Su Meiyu wasn't finished.

"Well then…" The fox Milf stretched lazily, her ample curves pressing against her tight robe.

"If you won't… then maybe I will."

Yue Qingyan froze.

Her eyes narrowed. "What are you planning?"

Su Meiyu's grin widened.

"Oh nothing… I just feel like stepping into the tournament~"

Lin Tian's Next Opponent: A Milf?!

The arena was still buzzing when the referee stepped forward.

"For the next match—"

A sudden gust of fragrant wind swept through the field.

And then—

A voluptuous figure descended gracefully into the center of the arena.

The disciples gasped.

💬 "Wait… that's not a disciple!"

💬 "That's… ELDER SU MEIYU?!"

💬 "A core sect elder is entering the tournament?!"

Lin Tian's eyes widened slightly—but then, a slow grin spread across his face.

Su Meiyu stood before him, her golden fox eyes twinkling with amusement.

Her long crimson hair flowed elegantly down her back, and her tight, deep-red silk robe hugged her curvaceous figure perfectly.

But most distracting—

Her nine fluffy fox tails swayed hypnotically, as if daring him to touch them.

She tilted her head playfully, her full lips curling into a sultry smile.

"Surprised?" she purred.

Lin Tian chuckled, eyes glinting with excitement.

"Not at all. Just wondering if this is a real match…"

He took a slow step forward, lowering his voice.

"Or just an excuse for you to get me alone."

[Ding! Silver Tongue Effect Activated!]

For just a fraction of a second, Su Meiyu's fox ears twitched.

Her golden eyes flickered—as if she hadn't expected him to fire back so quickly.

But then, she laughed softly, her tails curling around her.

"My, my… Someone's confident~"

She raised a single delicate finger, pointing at him.

"Let's see if you can handle me, Lin Tian~"

The crowd exploded into chaos.

💬 "A disciple vs. a sect elder?!"

💬 "This is insane!"

💬 "Why does it feel like something else is happening here…?"

And up in the VIP stands—

Yue Qingyan's fingers clenched slightly.

She had no idea why…

But she felt annoyed.

End of Chapter 12