Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

Chapter 565 The Game Officially Begins

"Alright! I'll do whatever you say, my wife!"

Yuwen Yi was the first to step forward and respond, looking at Bai Yue with burning eyes.

Lu Wangyou, Hua Muan, and Ling Xuzi all nodded in agreement.

"We will do everything in our power to help you achieve your goal!"

For them, Bai Yue's wish is more important than the mysteries of other people's origins.

“In that case, Ah Xiao and I will each return to our respective villages to make preparations.”

Mo Qingyan looked at Yuwen Xiao, a hint of understanding in her eyes.

"As members of the three upper sects, we naturally have to work together with Zixiao Temple!"

Yuwen Xiao nodded in agreement and looked at Bai Yue before speaking.

"Rest assured, our strength will be fully utilized by you."

"Then Yue'er, you shouldn't rest either!"

Ming Jingxing clapped his hands and looked at her, saying...

"Hurry up and train with us now! As the saying goes, you have to be strong yourself to forge iron. We'll give you a special training over the next few days and make sure you shine at the martial arts tournament!"

"Forehead……"

Upon hearing this, Luosha pondered for a moment, having witnessed firsthand how useless Bai Yue was when practicing martial arts.

She quickly moved closer to Bai Yue and whispered something.

“Xiaoyue, although Aunt Luo knows you are naturally intelligent, martial arts require talent. These past few days…”

"Don't worry, Aunt Luo."

Bai Yue looked at her with a smile, a sly glint in her eyes.

"If physical confrontation doesn't work, I can still outsmart them!"

Her confident demeanor made Luosha even more curious about what this girl was up to, but seeing how confident she was, she didn't ask any more questions.

Meanwhile, far away at the headquarters of the Voodoo Cult, in an exquisitely decorated courtyard with extremely luxurious furnishings.

Xiao Yi stood alone by the railing, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, lost in thought.

He was dressed in plain clothes, with a handsome and dashing appearance, just like the one in Bai Yue's painting, except that there was a hint of indescribable melancholy between his brows.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared silently beside him like a ghost.

The man was completely wrapped in black, and wore a strangely shaped mask that covered his entire face, revealing only a pair of deep, cold eyes.

Upon seeing the other party, Xiao Yi immediately knelt on one knee, displaying utmost respect.

"Your subordinate greets the Master! May the Master be well!"

Hua Yixiao chuckled softly, his voice sounding somewhat low and distorted through the mask.

"You've worked hard, dealing with that woman Yang Yumo's harassment every day. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

He reached out and patted Xiao Yi on the shoulder, the gesture carrying a hint of familiarity.

Xiao Yi shook his head, his face cold and calm.

"For the sake of the Holy Church's long-term cause, what is this sacrifice? It's just a performance, nothing to be ashamed of."

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft, melodious, and affectionate female voice came from outside the courtyard gate, growing louder as it approached.

"Yi Lang~ Are you inside? I made your favorite white fungus soup and brought it over especially for you. I... may I come in?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Yixiao let out a mocking laugh, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"That woman Yang Yumo is really persistent."

Then, with a flicker of his body, he disappeared from the spot like the wind, clearly demonstrating that his lightness skill had reached a state of perfection.

Almost simultaneously, the courtyard gate was gently pushed open, and a woman who looked to be in her early twenties walked in.

She was dressed in a pink gown, with a pretty face and fair skin. With a shy yet expectant smile on her face, she gracefully walked up to Xiao Yi.

"Yi Lang, what are you looking at?"

Yang Yumo placed the food box on the stone table and stared at Xiao Yi's profile with fascination.

Are you thinking of me?

The other person turned their head, forcing a gentle smile on their face, but their tone was somewhat distant.

"You flatter me, Master. I'm just enjoying the scenery here."

"No scenery is as beautiful as you."

Yang Yumo's cheeks flushed slightly as she reached out to touch Xiao Yi's cheek, but he subtly avoided her touch.

Her hand froze in mid-air, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it and spoke softly.

"I know you're still angry with me for forcing you to stay here, but I had no choice. I love you so much, I can't lose you."

She opened the food box, inside was a bowl of warm white fungus soup, its aroma filling the air.

"Try it, I stewed it for you myself, with your favorite rock sugar and lotus seeds."

Xiao Yi looked at the bowl of white fungus soup with a complicated expression, but in the end he did not refuse. He picked up the spoon and slowly drank it.

Yang Yumo watched him eat, a satisfied smile on her face, her eyes almost overflowing with infatuation.

"Yi Lang, as long as you stay obediently by my side, I can give you everything you want: wealth, power, even the entire martial arts world. I can fight for it all for you!"

Xiao Yi paused, raised his head, and looked at her calmly.

"What the cult leader wants is probably not me, but my face, isn't it?"

Yang Yumo's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal, and she sighed softly.

"Yi Lang, how could you think that way? My heart for you is as clear as day. I simply like you and like you as a person."

Her words were sincere and heartfelt, and her eyes were filled with deep affection.

Xiao Yi simply put down the jade spoon in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips, neither responding nor asking any further questions.

He knew perfectly well that perhaps not a single one of the old woman's ten statements was true.

Her persistent pursuit of him was nothing more than lusting after his looks, while his patient stay at the Voodoo Cult headquarters, feigning compliance with her, was merely an attempt to find out if the woman's secret to eternal youth was related to the legendary "Resurrection Pill" capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing the wounded.

"Yi Lang, it's getting late..."

When Yang Yumo saw that Xiao Yi had finished the whole bowl of white fungus soup, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, which she then replaced with a shy expression.

"How about... I stay here with you tonight? I can keep you warm in bed and keep you company."

As she spoke, she reached out to touch Xiao Yi's sleeve. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the fabric, he subtly turned away to avoid her.

Xiao Yi raised his hand to straighten his sleeves, his face still bearing that faint smile, but his eyes had turned a bit colder.

"It's late at night. The sect leader is very busy. Please go back and rest early."

He paused, his gaze seemingly sweeping over the empty bowl, and said casually.

"As for this white fungus soup, it does taste quite good, but it would be better to use less seasoning in the future. After all, as you know, I have some knowledge of pharmacology, and some things are useless to me."

These words were like a thunderbolt, instantly freezing the shyness on Yang Yumo's face, and turning her face deathly pale.

Xiao Yi didn't look at her again, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

Yang Yumo stood frozen in place, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

But before long, the panic and anger on her face gradually faded, replaced by an almost morbidly obsessive smile, with a crazy light flashing in her eyes.

"As expected of my Yilang, still so perceptive, so cold..."

She murmured to herself, her voice soft and sweet, carrying a hint of possessive obsession.

"The more you are like this, the more I like you, and the more I want to keep you by my side, to make you belong to me completely!"

She raised her hand and gently stroked the jade bowl that Xiao Yi had just used, her fingertips tracing the rim of the bowl, her eyes filled with fascination.

"You think you can fool me with these little tricks? You can't escape. For the rest of your life, you can only stay by my side and be my Yi Lang alone..."

As night deepened, the wind in the courtyard carried a slight chill, but it could not dispel the obsession and madness in Yang Yumo's eyes.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yi, sitting cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom, was circulating his internal energy to silently neutralize the effects of the medicine in his body.

Beside him, Hua Yixiao stood by the window, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, then chuckled softly and murmured to himself.

"The game has officially begun!"