Chapter 25: Doubts (Part 3) Who did you learn swordsmanship from? ...
Mu Fuyun was awakened by the aroma of buns.
When I opened my eyes, I was in the dining hall of Qinglu, with Song Xinghe sitting next to me with an expressionless face.
Song Xinghe held a hot meat bun in his hand and put it close to her nose. Seeing that she had woken up, he stuffed the meat bun into her hand and said sternly, "Eat it quickly. I've never seen anyone starve themselves to death from practicing."
Just now, after taking Mu Fuyun away from the trial platform, he went to look for the medical practitioners in the sect, fearing that she had used some inappropriate methods in order to quickly improve her strength, and thus became obsessed with her practice.
Unexpectedly, after taking a few looks at her, the doctor said that she was fine, but just didn't eat well and fainted from hunger.
While he was shocked, he became even more angry.
How clueless was this person, or how desperate was he, to almost miss such a big event as the assessment competition, and faint in public on the trial stage due to hunger?
"Mu Fuyun, I'm warning you. Don't think this is the Tianyan Sect. You can't rely on your senior sister's kindness and expect someone to help you every time. If you continue to be so ungrateful, you'll have to pay the price one day."
"Alright, alright. You're not that old, but you're still so nagging." Mu Fuyun glanced at him impatiently, then ate the meat bun bite by bite. Finally, he felt a sense of peace in his empty stomach. "Why are you in such a hurry? My life is mine. I will always cherish it more than you do. I won't delay you from supplying blood to my sister."
Song Xinghe felt suffocated by her words. He stared at her eating buns, unable to speak.
"Why are you the only one here?" After finishing a bun, Mu Fuyun still felt unsatisfied and picked up a rice cake from the plate. "Where's Chu Ye?"
Normally, how could he be absent in such a situation? He would have rushed over in a rage, mocked him in person, or at the very least, issued a scathing warning on the jade plaque.
Song Xinghe's eyelids twitched, and he stared at her and said, "Big Brother left the sect a few days ago and went to Dongji Island."
Dongji Island...
Mu Fuyun slowed down his eating of rice cakes.
She remembered this place as an isolated island in the ocean off the eastern end of the continent.
The island is uninhabited, yet guarded by numerous ancient spirit beasts. Legend has it that, buried deep beneath the sea, lies a volcano connected to the continent's spiritual vein. An eruption would cause a massive tremor, threatening the spiritual vein.
At the beginning, the first leader of Tianyan Sect gave up his cultivation which had reached the middle stage of tribulation, and directly refined his own body, turning it into a seal covering the entire Dongji Island in order to protect the peace of this sea area.
Later, countless talented people came from all over to find those ancient spirit beasts and guard this place to prevent destruction by people with ulterior motives.
In the battle of Changgeng many years ago, the devil Kun Sheyang almost overturned the spiritual vein, which attracted the attention of all major sects.
Today, Dongji Island is guarded by the Tianyan Sect. Every year, the sect sends people to check the seals and spiritual beasts on the island.
Chu Ye must have gone there for this matter.
It was mentioned once in the original book that after returning from Dongji Island, Chu Ye obtained the Phoenix Heart Blood and used it on Mu Fuyue's lotus lantern.
The phoenix is one of the ancient spiritual beasts. Legend has it that its blood can save lives and heal injuries, and it has miraculous effects on many difficult-to-recover injuries.
I guess it’s the spiritual beast on Dongji Island.
"You said you had no other thoughts about him..." Song Xinghe pursed his lips and muttered doubtfully.
Mu Fuyun raised his eyelids, he had almost finished eating the rice cake, and took a sip of the rice milk in a cup.
"Yeah. If he has any thoughts or not, it won't be him."
Song Xinghe's expression didn't relax. Instead, he seemed to have thought of something and stared at her cautiously: "Then who are you interested in? Is it that Xu Huaiyan from before?"
He remembered it clearly. When she won, Xu Huaiyan's face was filled with excitement and gratitude. His first reaction was to turn around and bow to him to express his gratitude: "Junior Brother Song, I would like to thank you on behalf of Junior Sister Mu for your help today!"
He felt suffocated after hearing this, and he wanted to grab Xu Huaiyan by the collar and ask him who he was to Mu Fuyun to be able to thank her on her behalf!
Mu Fuyun glanced at him in confusion, feeling that this man was just like an unreasonable naughty child.
"Who I have feelings for has nothing to do with you, Song Xinghe?"
"You have nothing to do with me, but Senior Sister and I do!" Song Xinghe said with a stern face, "You are Senior Sister's biological sister, and you have a face so similar to Senior Sister's. I won't allow you to use Senior Sister's name to cause trouble inside and outside the sect!"
"My dear sister." Mu Fuyun repeated these three words and sneered, "I think these are all excuses. You just look down on me. No matter what I do, you think I'm causing trouble. If that's the case, why do you care about me so much? It's better to focus more on Senior Sister and find a way to get her back."
"What do you mean by that?" Song Xinghe caught the words in her words and asked cautiously, "Do you know something?"
He didn't know what to do with the lotus lantern of his senior sister in the back hall, but he vaguely felt that his senior brother seemed to have found the way, and he also made some secret preparations for this trip to Dongji Island.
Could it be that she knows too?
"Mu Fuyun, who did you learn your swordsmanship from?"
Song Xinghe's vigilance made him inexplicably aware of more suspicious points.
Although the moves she used on the trial stage were all from the Fengban Liuyun Sword and looked ordinary, he was not one of those outer disciples with shallow cultivation. He could see that her sword intent had been honed, and was not at all like the frivolous and unstable sword intent of someone who had only learned for three or four months.
Could it be that she and Chu Ye did something again without telling him?
Mu Fuyun shrugged and smiled indifferently, but didn't answer him. Secretly, she didn't want to tell anyone else about the senior in white in the back mountain.
After eating and drinking his fill, he glanced at the time on the clepsydra, picked up a few pastries from the plate, took them with him, then stood up and left the dining hall, heading straight for the trial platform.
She didn't want what happened just now to happen again.
Perhaps because of Chen Daohe's sudden defeat and Jiang Hanqiu's clear disdain for this opportunistic behavior of challenging low-ranking weaklings, this time, no one continued to challenge while she was away.
People's attitude towards her changed from contempt and disdain at the beginning to curiosity and observation.
A person who advanced two levels in four months fainted after just one competition. Everyone became more and more confused about her true strength and did not dare to act rashly for a while.
In addition, her points ranking is too low, so even if you beat her, the points you can get are too limited. Few people are willing to take risks for uncertain things.
There was not a single challenge throughout the entire day.
Mu Fuyun became like the other disciples in the back half, as if he was gradually forgotten. He could only stay on the sidelines and watch the thirty or forty people in front fighting in full swing.
These disciples all knew that with their own strength, they would never be able to compete for the top fifteen.
As a sword cultivator who has been in Tianyan for nearly four years, he has some backbone. While he still has some points and has not been eliminated, he simply grits his teeth and challenges the top 30 disciples whenever he has the chance.
The higher the ranking of the challenged opponent, the more points were deducted after losing. After two days, most of the disciples in the second half had been eliminated.
After Mu Fuyun defeated Chen Daohe on the first day, her ranking rose slightly by two or three places, but she still remained in the top seventy. However, as the names of the sixty or seventy disciples on the stone tablet dimmed one by one, she gradually stood out from the crowd.
A disciple ranked 42nd refused to believe in evil and challenged Mu Fuyun on the second day of the points race.
The whole process was exactly the same as the duel with Chen Daohe on the first day. First, there was a period of attack and retreat, and both sides fought conservatively, as if they were afraid to use all their strength. In the end, the opponent was provoked to impatience by this soft fighting style, and could not help but increase the pressure and use all his strength to strike.
Mu Fuyun also almost replicated the move from the first game.
All the spiritual power was poured into the sword, forming a powerful blow that defeated the opponent before others could react.
There was another small gap on the sword, but Mu Fuyun did not faint. Instead, he fell down on the trial platform with a pale face under the shocked gaze of his opponent.
Her spiritual energy was suddenly exhausted after she released the powerful move that faced the opponent head-on.
This sitting made everyone who had just become interested in her strength feel confused again.
"What's wrong with her? It seems like every time she fights, she uses up all her spiritual energy."
"In these two matches, I don't know if she was just too lucky, or if she really has some strength."
"Tomorrow is the third day of the points race, and we should be able to see the real results."
Among the disciples who have not been eliminated yet, Mu Fuyun ranks last. In the third day's competition, if she loses a game, she will be eliminated directly.
If you really want to stay, you have to show your true strength, right?
But who would have thought that on the third day of the competition, Mu Fuyun remained inactive like he had been on the previous two days.
According to the rules, fifteen arenas were reserved on the trial stage that day, and the top fifteen disciples each occupied one arena, waiting for other disciples to come up and challenge them.
Whether it is the Tianyan Sect or other famous and upright sects, they all advocate the courage to climb and challenge the strong, and despise opportunism and bullying the weak.
Therefore, the disciples who have not been eliminated after the fifteenth one after another, challenged the strong ones on the ring.
Most of the fifteen people on the ring were already top students in the Tianzi class, such as Xu Huaiyan, who was firmly in the top five, and Zhan Yao, who stood in the first place from beginning to end, unmoved.
Only a few positions changed several times and finally stabilized an hour before the end of the third competition day.
At this time, apart from the first fifteen names, only Mu Fuyun was left on the stone tablet.
The water in the clepsydra flows drop by drop, indicating the passing of time.
Everyone's attention finally fell on Mu Fuyun again.
"It's time to take action now."
"Has she given up?"
"These are the top fifteen who won after a series of rounds of battles. They are completely not on the same level as the two she faced before."
"If I want to challenge, I can only challenge the fifteenth place."
At this time, the person ranked fifteenth was Yu Cen, the only disciple from Class C who was still on the trial platform.
He seemed to have sensed something and, without being reminded, he had already grasped the sword and relaxed his muscles on the sidelines.
Mu Fuyun glanced at the clepsydra beside him, adjusted his internal breath, and walked calmly onto the trial platform while holding the sword that already had two notches.
"Mu Fuyun challenges Yu Cen."
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