Chapter Sixty-Two: Women's Attire

After crossing the rope bridge and walking a short distance, the official venue for the Grand Luotian Tournament came into view. Standing before the enormous coliseum and watching the stream of extraordinary people passing through its gates, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

“Wow, I never imagined there’d be a place like this on the back mountain. What’s with this amusement park vibe?” Li Ziyuan nodded in agreement, echoing, “Yeah, it’s actually quite impressive.”

She then raised her camera, snapping a couple of shots of the grand arena. Zhang Chulan, beside her, could only shake his head in exasperation.

He finally understood: this junior wasn’t here to compete—she was on a state-sponsored vacation. Throughout the journey, aside from eating, she’d done nothing but take endless photos, her camera clicking non-stop.

Yet, he couldn’t help but envy Li Ziyuan’s carefree attitude. She had nothing to worry about, no burdens to carry; the tournament rankings didn’t mean a thing to her—she was here simply to make up the numbers.

He himself, ever since stepping onto the mountain and entering the arena, felt as if a heavy stone was tied to him, dragging his spirits down. It was hard to bear.

Just as Zhang Chulan was lost in his gloomy thoughts, a distant voice called out to him, grabbing his attention.

“Hey… Everyone from All Access, remember me? Feng Xingtong from the World Society.”

Following the direction of the voice, he saw Feng Xingtong and her brother Feng Shayen approaching slowly. The sight of the siblings made Ye Yan, who was already a bit anxious, quietly shift behind Zhang Chulan, hoping to draw less attention to himself.

“Oh, it’s the Feng siblings,” Xu Si turned his head lazily and greeted them, while Xu San nodded politely as a form of acknowledgment.

Zhang Chulan looked at them curiously and asked, “Miss Feng, what brings you here?”

Feng Shayen curled her lip in annoyance. “Isn’t it obvious? Xingtong and I are both contestants.”

Her gaze swept over the group before she asked, puzzled, “Where’s Ye Yan? Why isn’t he with you?”

“Ever since we reached the mountain, Yan had something to attend to and went off on his own,” Zhang Chulan scratched his head awkwardly, glancing at the fox-masked man beside him.

“I see,” Feng Shayen replied, visibly disappointed.

Nice!

Hearing Zhang Chulan’s answer, Ye Yan silently gave him a thumbs-up in his mind. Truly a good brother.

Seeing that Ye Yan wasn’t among them, Feng Shayen sighed in resignation. “I was hoping to see that pig trotter at this tournament. Oh well, he’s already on the mountain, so sooner or later we’ll run into him.”

Speaking of Ye Yan, ever since leaving the World Society, he hadn’t reached out to her even once. Whenever they exchanged a few words, it was always Shayen who had to initiate the conversation; he never showed any inclination to chat on his own. This left Shayen feeling rather upset.

With Ye Yan absent, Shayen lost interest in lingering. After glancing at Feng Baobao, she prepared to leave, but before she could turn away, Feng Xingtong tugged at her sleeve and sighed.

“Sis, now I finally understand why brother-in-law isn’t interested in you. With your lack of perception, it’s a wonder any man would fancy you.”

Feng Xingtong looked exasperated, while Shayen’s face darkened. She grabbed Xingtong’s ear and scolded, “Little Star, are you itching for trouble?”

While his ear was being pulled by his sister, Xingtong flailed, looking to Ye Yan for help.

“Brother-in-law, save me…”

“???”

Ye Yan, who was adjusting his fox mask nearby, stiffened and looked at Xingtong in confusion, utterly baffled at how he’d been exposed again.

This time, he hadn’t said a word, hadn’t moved recklessly, and had deliberately avoided everyone’s gaze—yet he was still recognized.

That didn’t make any sense.

Stung by the betrayal, Ye Yan’s mouth twitched in silent frustration. “I’ve disguised myself like this, how do you all keep figuring me out?”

The familiar voice made Shayen quickly let go of Xingtong’s ear and subconsciously smooth her bangs, her smile suddenly gentle.

“Oh, Ye Yan, you’re here.”

Ye Yan: …

Thanks, can I say I’m not here?

Having escaped his sister’s claws, Xingtong rubbed his ear and asked, “Brother-in-law, why are you dressed like this?”

Ye Yan removed his mask and sighed, “It’s for the tournament, to keep my identity hidden.”

“Hidden identity?” Xingtong was genuinely perplexed.

It’s just the Grand Luotian Tournament—why bother hiding your identity? Though there were many questions in his mind, Xingtong was tactful enough not to press.

Meanwhile, Ye Yan felt as if countless ants were crawling all over him. “Little Star, how did you see through my disguise this time?”

“This time?” Xingtong’s expression grew strange.

He scratched his head and explained, “Actually, it wasn’t much. When my sister mentioned you, you kept retreating, and when Zhang Chulan answered, he glanced at you subconsciously. So I guessed the fox-masked guy must be you.”

“I didn’t expect to be right.”

“…Alright.”

Xingtong’s shy smile somehow made Ye Yan feel a melancholy sadness.

Faced with such logical, convincing deduction, what could he possibly say? He had no defense.

It sounded a bit improbable, but in reality, it was like something out of a detective story.

Having his identity uncovered three times in a row, Ye Yan felt his confidence wavering. He wondered what he could do to perfect his disguise and throw off suspicion.

Should he dress as a woman?

The sudden thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

No… not suitable.

Rather than cross-dressing, which defied his macho principles, Ye Yan figured it would be more reliable to seek advice from the domain expert of the All-In Faction. After all, that man was a master of disguise—this was his specialty.

Yet, despite being exposed repeatedly, Ye Yan had no intention of giving up. He took off his mask and, facing the Feng siblings, cautioned them carefully, “Now that you know my identity, keep it to yourselves. If you see me later, remember—absolutely, absolutely don’t call my name.”

“Not call your name?”

“Right, don’t call my name.”

Shayen asked, puzzled, “Then what should we call you? We can’t just keep saying ‘that guy’—that’s not distinctive at all.”

“You can use my new name.”

“New name?”

“Exactly.” Ye Yan nodded. “From now on, you must call me the Grand Summoner Ye Liangchen!”

Shayen: “…”

Xingtong: “…”