"I didn't harm you. Didn't you notice that your strength increased a bit too much just now? Although the Tianyin Sect's support played a significant role, it couldn't have achieved this effect."
Sang Pan moved about calmly, as if the attack in front of him was nothing. Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help but frown. Judging from his words, the curse had been planted long ago, at least before she helped Yao Tong.
When exactly did I get infected?
Lu Zhaozhao was completely baffled. She couldn't recall ever having any private contact with this person, except...
That time when Bai Yuanshi and Ji He had their duel!
She suddenly remembered that on that day, Sang Pan recited the line "The dignified bamboo flute breaks the golden bridle" behind her. After that, Bai Yuanshi won, and the whole place was noisy. She no longer paid attention to this person's whereabouts.
So, was it that time? But they were so far apart, how could this spell attach itself to them from a distance?
Lu Zhaozhao's emotions were in turmoil, and before she knew it, she had lost sight of Sangpan.
"Behind Junior Sister!"
Yao Tong's scream brought Lu Zhaozhao back to her senses. By this time, the sword had slipped from her hand, and she had nothing else to use, so she could only parry with her elbow.
But what came was not an attack.
Sangpan grasped Lu Zhaozhao's wrist, her movements light yet with irresistible force, disrupting her blocking stance bit by bit, bringing them face to face.
His face was calm, not at all like someone who had just dodged an attack; he wasn't even sweating or out of breath.
His hands were cold, like ancient ice. The chill climbed up Lu Zhaozhao's wrist from his palm, making her shiver and instinctively pull her hand away.
But Sangpan held on tightly, and he couldn't break free.
"If you want to fight, then fight. What are you doing?" Lu Zhaozhao felt a little uncomfortable. The person in front of her gave her a familiar feeling, but this familiarity was something she disliked. Subconsciously, she didn't want to get too close to this person.
Sang Pan's lips remained upturned, his eyes holding an inscrutable expression. He said softly, "I've already said I want to form an alliance with Fellow Daoist Lu. I wonder what your decision is?"
"Is this guy crazy?" Lu Zhaozhao thought to herself. They were already fighting, and he was still asking her what she had thought about.
But what puzzled her even more was that, given Sangpan's strength so far, he was more than qualified to be in the top five. Why did he reveal himself so early? Was it just to find an ally?
Lu Zhaozhao was speechless for a moment, when someone pulled Sang Pan's hand away.
Master Bai Yuan walked over, stepping aside to shield Lu Zhaozhao behind him, and said coldly, "Fellow Daoist Lu had already spoken to me, so it seems I have no choice but to go against Fellow Daoist Sang's wishes."
"Is that so?" Sangpan's eyes revealed impatience.
The two men faced off, and the situation was tense.
The audience couldn't hear their conversation, but they saw Bai Yuanshi and Sang Pan arguing over Lu Zhaozhao, and couldn't help but imagine the relationship between the three of them.
Lu Zhaozhao was getting annoyed. If she could, she didn't want to get involved with either of them.
One was a man of hidden talents, using the guise of a rogue cultivator to conceal his true nature; the other was almost demonically intelligent, yet knew many of her secrets, making her feel constrained every time they met. She disliked neither of them.
The only person on the field who had a good impression of her, Lu Zhaozhao, looked at Yao Tong not far away, who was looking at them with concern.
"How about this, let's have a fight," Sang Pan said with a smile, but the smile looked sinister. Unlike Cui Xingjue, whose gloomy aura was so overt that everyone could sense it, his chill was hidden beneath a warm exterior. But if you looked closely, you would find that he had the sharp eyes of an eagle and the cunning of a wolf.
Bai Yuanshi neither confirmed nor denied it.
Lu Zhaozhao was furious. She walked towards Yao Tong and, as she passed by the two of them, said calmly, "If you want to fight, don't use me as an excuse. No matter who wins, you can't decide my future path."
She wasn't an object; the attitude these two people had just displayed made her feel like a prize in a competition, waiting for the winner to arrive, a feeling that made her extremely uncomfortable.
She walked to Yaotong's side, smiled at her, and indicated that everything was alright. Yaotong returned the smile.
As the main character left, Sang Pan felt bored and shrugged, about to leave, but Bai Yuanshi blocked his way.
"What? You want to fight?" Sang Pan raised an eyebrow, her tone provocative.
"Why not?" Bai Yuanshi replied, already holding the bamboo tube in his hand.
Suddenly, a person stepped between the two. Yan Yutong smiled at Bai Yuanshi and said, "There's no need to trouble you, Uncle. Just leave it to me."
Bai Yuanshi looked at him disapprovingly, but Yan Yutong had his own ideas.
Bai Yuanshi rarely gets close to people. Their alliance is based on camaraderie among fellow disciples, but it's not very strong. Only by demonstrating his due value can he be included in the ranks of his peers. In his view, Bai Yuanshi wants to recruit Lu Zhaozhao because he values her.
Therefore, he also needs to demonstrate his value.
Of the remaining people present, Yao Tong was undoubtedly the best opponent, but Lu Zhaozhao was protecting her. Liao Chou possessed the physique of the artifact's master, so he dared not make a move easily. Ji Shui from Xiang An Lou's embroidery needle dance was dazzling, and besides, she had been observing from the sidelines, so he had no reason to suddenly attack.
Only two rogue cultivators remained. Yu Anxing stayed quietly to the side, while Sang Pan walked right into the line of fire and clashed with Bai Yuanshi.
Is there a better opportunity than right now?
Yan Yutong had already made up his mind. He even thought that Sang Pan, a rogue cultivator, must not have any real skills. He just had more practical experience. Such an opponent was the most suitable. Therefore, he immediately stepped in to take the lead.
Sangpan looked at the person who had cut in with amusement; he didn't even remember who this person was.
In other words, he only remembered Lu Zhaozhao on this field, and not long ago, Bai Yuanshi's name also came into his sight.
As for the person in front of him, he didn't take him seriously at all.
However, since it's been delivered to our doorstep, there's no reason to let it go.
Yan Yutong's weapon was a folding fan. He unfolded the fan and twirled it in his hand with some skill.
Although he disagreed, Bai Yuanshi knew Yan Yutong's abilities. He thought that Yan Yutong might not be as good as Sang Pan, but he wouldn't lose too quickly. If things went wrong, Yan Yutong would come to him for help based on his keen senses.
So he stepped aside to make way for the two of them.
Sang Pan glanced at Yan Yutong in front of her with a half-smile before looking away, her expression quite disdainful.
Enraged, Yan Yutong immediately twirled his folding fan in his hand and attacked Sang Pan.
Sangpan moved, only slightly turning her body, and with two fingers, she pinched his fan, instantly subduing him.
Yan Yutong tried to pull it out, but found he couldn't. Sang Pan raised an eyebrow at him again, all the emotions he had been holding back bursting out. He turned around and hooked his fingers upwards.
Three hidden weapons flew out from the fan and stabbed towards the mulberry grove.
Sangpan had no choice but to step back, which gave Yan Yutong the opportunity to retrieve the fan.
"So, the disciples of Wenyuan Academy also use hidden weapons?"
Sangpan chuckled and slowly opened his hand, revealing the three hidden weapons from earlier. They lay quietly in his palm, their blackened ends indicating that they were poisoned.
Using poisoned hidden weapons to injure people is certainly dishonorable, but it's not entirely unacceptable. However, Yan Yutong is a disciple of Wenyuan Academy, and the outside world's impression of Wenyuan Academy is that of gentlemen who are upright and honest. This incident is somewhat unexpected.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Yan Yutong could only grit his teeth and reply, "There's no rule against it at the Golden Palace Banquet."
Having said that, he once again waved his fan and attacked the mulberry grove.
The hidden weapons twirled between his slender fingers, and his pale skin made the three weapons appear even more eerie.
Sang Pan's figure vanished like a ghost, disappearing just before Yan Yutong thought he had hit her, leaving him empty-handed.
Then, a ghostly figure appeared behind him. Yan Yutong sensed it and immediately launched a counterattack, but the figure disappeared again.
After several rounds of back and forth, even the most obtuse person could see that Sang Pan was teasing Yan Yutong.
Yan Yutong felt a surge of shame and anger rising to the top of his head. His movements became even more ruthless and forceful, which meant that he had more time to swing his hand and more time to retract it.
Is that all you've got?
Sang Pan's voice rang in his ears, and Yan Yutong immediately shouted, "Shut up! If you have the guts, fight me head-on. What kind of skill is it to hide and fight?"
"OK."
A sneer rang out, followed by the sound of something cutting through the air behind him.
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