Chapter 8: Sect Competition (Part 2) Although I was injured, her puppet...
The figure turned around, and the cultivators in the illusion all changed their appearance and body shape. She sheathed her sword and pointed at Chi Wanyin, "The Nightmare Beast's weaknesses are in its limbs and eyes."
Chi Wanyin nodded when she heard this, and secretly wondered what sect she belonged to.
The man moved closer, and she was able to see the indifference on his face, which made her startled.
"Thank you." Chi Wanyin thanked the man.
The other party waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. I'm afraid a few nightmare beasts will appear tonight. Why don't you and I go together to kill them?"
Because the other party had just saved her, Chi Wanyin nodded and asked, "What's your name?"
"Yihe." The other party uttered the two words indifferently. Chi Wanyin guessed that this should be her name in the illusion.
Then Chi Wanyin and Yihe worked together to kill several nightmare beasts with their swords. At this moment, the sky was bright and the two stood together.
Chi Wanyin shook the blood of the Nightmare Beast off the sword and said to Yihe, "Why don't we act together tomorrow night?"
Yi He didn't object, but just looked at Chi Wanyin quietly. At that moment, Chi Wanyin couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that this cultivator knows her?"
Then she shook her head secretly in her heart. Her appearance and figure had changed in the illusion, and even people who knew her might not be able to tell.
Yi He, who had been silent for a long time, opened her lips and said, "This place is not safe. It's not a place to stay for long."
Chi Wanyin knew that she was talking about the Ye Mansion, but since she was now playing the role of the second lady Ye Zhaotang, she could not leave the mansion easily.
So, she just nodded and agreed, "Tomorrow is the Flower Goddess Festival, and I will leave the house then." The implication was that she would leave the Ye Mansion on the day of the Flower Goddess Festival.
But she just hesitated for a moment before she said, "Okay."
On the day of Flower Goddess Festival, Chi Wanyin was awakened from her bed by Ping'er. Everyone in the city loves flowers, so Flower Goddess Festival is an annual big day.
Ping'er dressed her up carefully and meticulously. Chi Wanyin looked at the person in the mirror. Only then could she take a good look at her face as Ye Zhaotang. The person in the mirror had a bright and flamboyant face and a slim figure.
Chi Wanyin had been wanting to go out for the past few days at the Ye Mansion, but Ping'er, who was combing her hair, said, "The eldest lady came back yesterday and should be going with the second lady today."
Chi Wanyin's eyebrows jumped, "What's the eldest lady's name?"
Ping'er was a little surprised, but her hands kept moving. "How could the Second Miss even forget this? The eldest Miss's maiden name is Yihe."
But Chi Wanyin said, "No wonder..."
No wonder she appeared in the Ye Mansion last night. It turned out to be because of her identity as the young lady of the Ye Mansion.
Although Ping'er didn't understand, she didn't dare to say much. After all, she knew that the second young lady had never liked her, the eldest sister.
After inserting the last crabapple flower into the bun, all preparations were finally completed.
"The Second Miss looks really good today," Ping'er exclaimed. But she didn't care about that. She was just wondering who her eldest sister was.
Lost in thought all the way, she and Ping'er had arrived at the gate of Ye's Mansion, but saw a person standing in front of them. The person was only wearing a yellow and white skirt, standing there quietly.
Chi Wanyin looked at her face and found that it was the monk who saved her last night.
Seeing her stunned, Ping'er gently tugged at her sleeve, and Chi Wanyin said to her, "Elder sister."
Ye Yihe just nodded without saying anything, and the two of them got on the carriage together.
After leaving Ping'er's sight, Chi Wanyin asked, "Have all the servants in the Ye Mansion become nightmare beasts?"
At this moment, the cultivator named "Ye Yihe" simply looked at her and finally nodded gently, "Yes, this illusion is just a replay of the past events. We are powerless to change it."
Chi Wanyin bit her lower lip when she heard that. "What you said reminds me of someone, but I don't think she can be here."
After that, the two of them drove in silence until the carriage reached the city gate, and the two sisters got off.
Today is the Flower Goddess Festival. The city is bustling with people, and everyone holds flower branches in their hands, praying for the blessing of the Flower Goddess.
There were flower vendors on the roadside. In accordance with local customs, Chi Wanyin randomly picked a bright and fiery peach blossom.
But I saw that "Ye Yihe" also picked a branch from them, but it was an elegant lotus.
The two of them were walking on the street holding flower branches, just like everyone else, until they heard a noise not far away. It turned out that the flower god parade had begun, and the person leading the parade was wearing a long veil on his head and holding a flower basket.
Everyone threw the branches in their hands towards the Flower God without any reluctance. After all, this was the highlight of the day. However, Chi Wanyin felt that the person under the veil gave her a sense of familiarity.
Chi Wanyin said to "Ye Yihe," "This city is quite large. Why don't you and I act separately? If anything unusual happens, we can contact each other via sound transmission notes."
"Ye Yihe" had no objection, but just nodded and said to her: "Be careful." Then the two parted ways, and Chi Wanyin seemed to casually ask the passers-by where the flower god was going next.
When Chi Wanyin arrived, she was still sitting on the float with an expressionless face. She jumped onto the float lightly. After a closer look, she found that those who were dressed as attendants of the flower god were all illusions. Chi Wanyin only knew one person who was good at illusion.
She uttered the name "Xu, An, Zhi" word by word.
Of course, the person who came could not be Xu Anzhi's real body, but could only be a puppet for her to control like last time.
Sure enough, the puppet's face, covered by the veil, revealed a playful smile, "So it's you."
A long sword with a cold glow hidden in the sleeve had already been unsheathed, but Chi Wanyin reacted faster and blocked it with the peach wood sword.
The people in the audience thought that this was a new program added to the Flower God Festival, but they saw that the two had exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye. Although she was a puppet controlled by Xu Anzhi, her movements were very flexible. If Chi Wanyin did not rely on her understanding of her in her previous life, it would probably be difficult for her to resist.
Most of the cultivators in Silver Moon Valley use flutes and flutes as weapons. For example, Yin Xuechan's magic weapon is a jade flute. But Xu Anzhi is different. She is better at using a sword.
Chi Wanyin had seen her attacks before, each one was extremely sharp and deadly. Just like at this moment, although this puppet only mastered 30% of her power, it added 50% when she used the sword.
Chi Wanyin felt that dragging it on like this was not a solution, she had to think of a way.
On the other side, Song Qingtang searched everywhere in the city, but did not find anything unusual until she passed a dark alley and found a cultivator standing in front of her. She did not conceal her breath, but only played with the jade flute in her hand.
She had naturally seen that jade flute before. It was in the hands of Yin Xuechan, the cultivator from Silver Moon Valley who appeared at the sword tomb.
Yin Xuechan naturally changed her appearance as well, but she deliberately revealed her jade flute so that Song Qingtang could recognize her.
"Fellow Daoist Song, I hope you are doing well." Yin Xuechan had a smile on his face, as if the two of them were really friends who had met again after a long separation.
Song Qingtang, however, looked wary and held onto the water tightly. Seeing her like this, Yin Xuechan placed the jade flute across her lips and began to play, summoning a swarm of poisonous insects. "I lost to your junior sister last time because I was careless, but I won't do that now."
The poisonous insects naturally went towards Song Qingtang, but she also used the passing water to summon sharp ice spikes to attack Yin Xuechan's poisonous insects. After being hit by the ice spikes, the poisonous insects turned into purple smoke and dissipated.
For a moment, the two were in a stalemate, but Yin Xuechan also knew that although Song Qingtang's sword move was powerful, it would probably cause great damage. As long as she could still summon the poisonous insects, she would definitely be dragged down to exhaustion by her.
Thinking of this, she played the flute even harder, trying to summon more poisonous insects. After all, her goal at the moment was to delay Song Qingtang and prevent her from discovering how to break the illusion of the sect competition.
Song Qingtang held the Shishui Sword, which emitted a chilling aura. The sword spirit reminded her, "She probably wants to consume your spiritual energy and drain it out."
The sword spirit and its master were in tune with each other, so Song Qingtang said, "Since that's the case, let's end this battle quickly."
Yin Xuechan discovered that the movements of the poisonous insects seemed to have slowed down, and the coldness around Song Qingtang became more intense. A large number of the poisonous insects were frozen to death before they could even touch her.
As expected of the chief of Yantian Sect, Yin Xuechan thought to herself, she was already considered gifted in Yinyue Valley, but now Song Qingtang's use of spiritual power was even better than hers.
Seeing that the poisonous insect could no longer hold her back, she stopped playing and raised the jade flute to attack Song Qingtang. This jade flute was also a top-grade magic weapon, which was given to her by the elder in charge of refining weapons in Yinyue Valley when she was building her foundation.
However, when the jade flute touched the Sword of Flowing Water, there was a crisp sound, and a crack appeared on the top-grade magic weapon, which was obviously caused by the coldness of the sword.
Yin Xuechan was naturally very distressed, but now she had to hold Song Qingtang back. After all, this was the instruction given to her by that person. So, she stabbed out with the sword again, and the jade flute was also wrapped in purple smoke, but when it approached Song Qingtang, the purple smoke was actually frozen.
Yin Xuechan was stunned, obviously not expecting that she had such a level of control over the cold air. She held the sword in her hand and pointed it directly at Yin Xuechan's brow. The sword tip landed on it, oozing out a bead of blood, like a dot of cinnabar.
Yin Xuechan knew that Song Qingtang had shown mercy after all. After all, at this distance, it would not be difficult to take her life.
At this point, Yin Xuechan had no choice but to put down the jade flute and said, "I lose."
However, there was no joy on Song Qingtang's face. He just looked into the distance, where there seemed to be flames rising into the sky.
Yin Xuechan could naturally see this, and she couldn't help but taunt him, "Even though you beat me, your junior sister probably can't beat Xu Anzhi."
The passing water still crossed her brows. Song Qingtang asked indifferently, "Why did Xu Anzhi kill my junior sister?"
Yin Xuechan shook her head, "I don't know either. She just asked me to stop you for the time being." What Yin Xuechan didn't say was that Xu Anzhi took the initiative to come to her and make a deal with her.
Song Qingtang took back Sishui and ignored her, flying towards the place where the fire was.
Along the way, the mortals in the illusion were all fleeing for their lives, and Song Qingtang's heart could not help but be gripped by it. It was a scene of broken walls and ruins, and Chi Wanyin lay there in the ruins, with blood on her forehead and lips. However, when she saw Ye Yihe, who was impersonated by Song Qingtang, she forced a smile, "Although I was injured, I also killed her puppet."
The puppet fell not far away, with a bloody hole in its chest, which seemed to be caused by the peach wood sword.
Song Qingtang didn't care about these. She just carried Chi Wanyin on her back and said, "You are seriously injured. Don't talk and try your best to protect your meridians." Although this was an illusion, the injuries and deaths of the monks were real.
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