Lei Meijun agreed when she heard this.
In her opinion, it was impossible for Shen Xiaoyan to defeat her.
Therefore, she didn't pay attention to what Shen Xiaoyan said about the stakes if she lost.
Meanwhile, Lei Lingfeng, standing beside them, did not object, because he also wanted the spirit crystal.
Shen Xiaoyan handed the spirit crystal back to Wu Yihao, "Please hold onto this for me, Lord Fortress, and keep it safe."
Wu Yihao smiled and took it, playing with it in his hand rather than storing it in his spatial ring.
Shen Xiaoyan turned to look at Zheng Wei, saw him smiling at her, and returned his smile.
Lei Meijun and Shen Xiaoyan walked out of the pavilion one after the other and stood facing each other on the open ground to its left.
"Please enlighten me."
Le i Meijun uttered these words, and a whip immediately appeared in her hand.
The whip was moon-white, about as thick as a finger, but it glinted with cold light.
Although Shen Xiaoyan did not know what material it was made from, she could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary item.
As Lei Meijun swung her arm, the whip whizzed through the air like a silver snake, writhing continuously.
Shen Xiaoyan chuckled at this and showed no reaction.
Le i Meijun wasted no time. She swung her right hand twice in quick succession, tapped her toes, and charged rapidly towards Shen Xiaoyan.
Watching the whip drawing ever closer, Shen Xiaoyan's expression turned solemn.
Just as the whip was about to lash across Shen Xiaoyan's face, Shen Xiaoyan’s toes touched the ground, and she leaped upwards, dodging the whip.
Seeing Shen Xiaoyan evade her attack, Lei Meijun was slightly surprised.
The surprise was fleeting, replaced by an even more ferocious whip strike.
Shen Xiaoyan looked at the golden whip aimed directly at her feet. With a thought, a long vine rapidly extended from her hand.
In the blink of an eye, the vine had already become entangled with the golden whip.
Witnessing this, not only Lei Meijun but also Wu Shuai, Wu Yihao, and even Lei Lingfeng, who were watching from the side, were astonished.
In their eyes, Shen Xiaoyan was just an ordinary person.
Could it be that Shen Xiaoyan possessed some kind of treasure that shielded them from their senses?
Considering this possibility, Lei Lingfeng's gaze became uncertain.
If that were the case, did Lei Meijun still have a chance of winning?
While these three were lost in their own conjectures, Shen Xiaoyan and Lei Meijun had already engaged in combat.
Both Lei Meijun's golden whip and Shen Xiaoyan's vine were long-range weapons.
Yet, for some reason, the distance between them began to shrink.
As they were about to become entangled, Lei Meijun moved her left hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in her grip.
Seeing this, Lei Lingfeng's face broke into a satisfied smile.
As expected of his daughter!
Wu Yihao, however, frowned slightly. What was Lei Meijun planning?
Before he could ponder further, he saw Lei Meijun flick her right hand. The thin golden whip, like a flexible, slender snake, coiled around her waist.
Simultaneously, she twirled her left wrist, the sword creating a dance in the air, scattering the vines.
Shen Xiaoyan remained unfazed. Instead, she said softly, "What, do you think that broken sword of yours can sever my vines? You're dreaming."
As Shen Xiaoyan finished speaking, dozens of vines, as thick as wrists, suddenly shot out from behind her, directly targeting the long sword in Lei Meijun's hand.
From a distance, this scene looked as if Shen Xiaoyan had suddenly grown dozens of long tails behind her.
If it weren't for the wrong color, Wu Yihao would have almost thought Shen Xiaoyan was a vixen.
It was not surprising that Wu Yihao thought this, as the scene was very much like the moves of a vixen.
As expected of father and son, Wu Yihao was thinking this, while Wu Shuai voiced it aloud.
"Holy crap, that's a vixen!"
Having said that, Wu Shuai quickly covered his mouth and looked at Zheng Wei. He indeed saw Zheng Wei's expression turn cold.
"Uh, I was just praising Madam Zheng."
Zheng Wei cast a frosty glance at Wu Shuai and then, as he looked away, said indifferently, "If you don't know how to praise someone, it's better to shut up."
Wu Shuai knew he was in the wrong. He touched his nose and remained silent.
They, the onlookers, were still engrossed in the spectacle.
They had no idea what Lei Meijun was feeling as those more than ten vines simultaneously shot towards her.
Seeing so many vines flying towards her, Lei Meijun's first instinct was to retreat.
Her sword was not a divine weapon; it was impossible for it to withstand them.
However, it was already too late to retreat.
With no other choice, she could only swing her sword in defense.
Unfortunately, the vines were too agile. Even as one or two of them tangled with her, the others had already begun to surround her.
As the vines spun rapidly, they soon enveloped Lei Meijun tightly.
Externally, it looked like a silkworm pupa spinning rapidly in place.
Shen Xiaoyan retracted her hand, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at the green silkworm pupa.
"How about it, Madam Lei, do you still have any tricks up your sleeve to get out?"
Trapped within the silkworm pupa, Lei Meijun did not surrender so easily.
She continuously hacked at the pupa's wall with her sword. However, just as she managed to reveal a crack, new vines would entwine it.
As the vines grew thicker, Lei Meijun gradually began to lose her strength.
When a person is trapped in a dangerous, enclosed space, anxiety often arises.
Once anxiety sets in, poor judgments are often made.
At this moment, hearing the opponent's voice could very likely trigger a breakdown.
"Shen Xiaoyan, you bitch! If you have the guts, let me out and we'll fight again. Keeping me trapped like this, what kind of skill is that?"
Hearing Lei Meijun's voice, Shen Xiaoyan chuckled, "That's not quite right. Since I can trap you, it means it's my skill. We're only competing for victory or defeat, not for the method, right? Just admit defeat, and I'll naturally let you out."
Le i Meijun's face contorted.
How could she admit defeat?
To think of herself, the dignified eldest daughter of the Lei family in Yingcheng, a person who could walk sideways here, someone even Wu Shuai dared not provoke.
Yet now, she was ensnared in this pathetic silkworm pupa by a pauper who sold vegetables.
And they expected her to admit defeat. How was that possible?
She hadn't forgotten the price of admitting defeat.
Earlier, she had been so sure she wouldn't lose that she hadn't paid much attention to the consequences, nor did she find them significant.
Now, thinking that all she had to do to admit defeat was to kneel before Shen Xiaoyan, apologize, and then avoid her in the future, how could she bear it?
But if she didn't admit defeat, what could she do now?
How could she escape from this silkworm pupa?
Le i Meijun tried her best to calm herself and rummaged through her spatial ring.
However, after searching through everything in her spatial ring, she found nothing that could solve her current predicament.
Just then, she heard Shen Xiaoyan speak again.
"Madam Lei, there's something I forgot to tell you. These vines, they have a preference; they like to spit saliva at beauties. And the saliva they spit can melt the hardest stone in the world. I wonder how tough your flesh is, and how much saliva it would take to dissolve it completely."
Upon hearing Shen Xiaoyan's words, Lei Meijun was truly terrified.
She looked around the pupa walls with a shudder, and seeing no saliva, she felt a sense of relief.
But was Shen Xiaoyan really not lying to her?
If there was indeed such a thing, what should she do?
For a moment, Lei Meijun truly felt like crying out loud.
Outside, Lei Lingfeng's expression was also fluctuating.
He did not want Lei Meijun to admit defeat, nor did he want the Lei family to lose face because of it.
However, he also did not want his daughter to lose her life because of it.
After much deliberation, Lei Lingfeng found himself unsure of what to do.
If Wu Yihao were not present, he wouldn't mind sacrificing his pride and intervening directly to release Lei Meijun.
But with Wu Yihao standing right beside him, he believed that the moment he made a move, Wu Yihao would be the first to stop him.
What should he do?
For the first time in many years, Lei Lingfeng felt such a sense of urgency. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, clearly indicating his extreme worry.