I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 110 - 84: The Benevolent Have No Worries

Gu Lan walked through the Iron Lock Formation amidst the shower of arrows, his white attire spotless.

To maintain his appearance of having no martial arts, Rong Heng deliberately let a few blunt arrows hit him, leaving little specks of red on his robe.

Finally, Gu Lan arrived at the last checkpoint first—the Plum Blossom Stakes.

She lifted her hem and stepped onto it.

Upon discovering the arrangement of these Plum Blossom Stakes seemed to hold the secrets of the Eight Gates, Eight Trigrams, Star Constellations, and Palace Positions, Gu Lan momentarily felt overwhelmed.

She excelled at risking her life to strike dead blows, but was not skilled in these mysterious arts.

"Follow me."

Rong Heng’s voice sounded in Gu Lan’s ear.

He gazed intently at these Plum Blossom Stakes, calculating his movements, then stepped forward with the grace of a cloud-sailing bird, appearing free and unrestrained.

Gu Lan closely followed behind Rong Heng, each step hitting solid ground.

Finally, when Rong Heng was about to reach the endpoint, Gu Lan suddenly applied strength at the tip of her toes, and in a miraculous display, she directly leapt over the last few wooden stakes, surpassing Rong Heng, landing at the endpoint.

The distance made it seem as if she used Qinggong, yet under the watchful eyes, Young Master Gu showed no sign of inner strength fluctuation.

Behind her, Rong Heng walked unhurriedly, looking at Gu Lan with a hint of helpless yet indulgent smile in his eyes.

"Brother Lan, you’re truly amazing!"

Having claimed first place, Young Master Gu donned a clean robe and contentedly accepted Rong Yunhao’s cheer.

As long as he doesn’t chant those weird slogans, he remains a good brother.

It must be said, that final leap was indeed a divine act—who wouldn’t say, Young Master Gu is dazzlingly handsome?

Rong Heng came up to her, leaning slightly forward.

His clear voice carried a trace of hoarseness, slightly gasping from the exertion just now: "Who doesn’t say, Young Master Gu, did you split your pants?"

Gu Lan: ...

She was immersed in the joy of winning money, though she wasn’t short of money, robbing from others’ pockets naturally felt different from her own.

Gu Lan walked up to Chen Da, and right in front of him, stuffed his silver taels into her purse, then retrieved the dart, asking disdainfully: "Is this all the wages you’ve got?"

"Young Master Gu..... that’s all, this humble servant really doesn’t have even one cent left," Chen Da, drenched in sweat, replied while covered in injuries.

Gu Lan returned the East Pearl to Rong Heng: "Brother Hang, after the handkerchief, now you have a new collection."

"What handkerchief?"

"Don’t you love the silk handkerchief Zijin made for me?"

He didn’t like it at all; he just couldn’t bear seeing Gu Lan carelessly toss it aside and picked it up!

Suddenly, his eyes focused, frowning: "What’s wrong with your hand?"

Gu Lan, belatedly lowering her head, opened her palm to reveal numerous small cuts, the blood already dried. She tried to clench her fist, feeling no pain, and said: "It must’ve been scratched by those wooden pieces while climbing the Cloud Ladder just now."

Rong Heng took a deep breath, and from his arms pulled out the handkerchief that once belonged to Gu Lan, tossing it to her irritably: "You didn’t clean the wounds on your hands, maybe they’ve soaked in muddy water; weren’t you skilled at bandaging others? Then go home and apply the medication yourself."

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Hang."

Gu Lan accepted the handkerchief and ointment, feeling a stir inside upon realizing it was hers. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

She lowered her voice: "Brother Hang, tell me, did you take a fancy to my Zijin? Even though we’re like siblings, and you kept Zijin’s handkerchief as a gesture of sincerity, I won’t give Zijin to you; my Zijin is such a wonderful cook—"

Rong Heng stared at her coldly, questioning word by word: "What do you think?"

Talking about Zijin, my Zijin, as if afraid others wouldn’t know how absurd she was.

Gu Lan shivered at his icy gaze, recalling Rong Heng’s disdainful and distant attitude towards women, she let go of the thought.

Any woman who fell for Rong Heng was probably on the brink of disaster.

And the person Brother Hang loved... she certainly wouldn’t want Zijin to take that risk.

Gu Lan dipped the handkerchief in water, slowly wiping the blood off her hand, then turned her eyes to Chen Da, frowning.

"Young Brother Gu, you have indeed opened my eyes," Rong Shuo and other soldiers came over, genuinely praising.

Gu Lan spoke leisurely: "Prince, I am now the first place, so I find one thing quite strange."

"What is it?"

She looked at Chen Da, her clear watery eyes almost transparent, asking lightly:

"What surprises me is, why are some people still standing?"