Chapter 63 Meeting Again: "Do you like her that much?"
Mo Sheng took a few steps back, about to chant the incantation again to gather spiritual energy, but Jiang Yuhuo did not give him any time to chant.
She lunged forward, sword in hand, ready to pierce him with her blade.
In the face of death, Mo Sheng summoned the last of her spiritual energy and knocked the sword out of Jiang Yuhuo's hand. But her offensive did not diminish; without the sword, she swung her fist and knocked him to the ground.
Mo Sheng was stunned by the punch. He wanted to retaliate, but he couldn't recite a complete incantation and could only fight back instinctively.
Both of them had exhausted their spiritual energy and did not give each other a chance to rest.
At this point in the match, it had devolved into hand-to-hand combat.
Two of the most powerful cultivators from the immortal sects were fighting like ordinary thugs in the mortal world. They used their fists and legs to strike each other's sore spots, showing no regard for dignity, which shocked the onlookers.
I thought this match was exciting enough, but who would have thought it would end like this?
The two exchanged blows, their fierce and brutal fight sending chills down the spines of onlookers. The black robes obscured the white-robed cultivator's face, but the large patches of blood on his body were a stark contrast, evoking the atmosphere of an ancient gladiatorial arena.
But Jiang Yuhuo's fists were ultimately harder than Mo Sheng's. She knocked Mo Sheng down again, restrained him, and pounded his head with punch after punch. Mo Sheng felt as if each of her punches was a ball of fire, causing him both pain and burning sensation, making it impossible for him to think.
Mo Sheng finally fainted and lay on the ground, completely powerless to fight back.
Jiang Yuhuo released the person in her arms and rolled to the side. The blood in her chest could no longer be suppressed, and she knelt on the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood. Her mind was in a mess, and her body was burning hot. It felt like the fire in her body was trying to burn away all her reason, but she managed to hold on and not faint.
She heard the drums fall to the ground by the stage, and then the judge's voice rang out.
"Fishing lights on the Kunlun Mountains and the river, victory!"
finally.
She won; the Spirit-Subduing Wood is hers now.
She tilted her head back, suppressing the surging blood in her chest.
Amidst the ashes, she knelt on the ground, her long black hair disheveled, her eyes shining with an astonishing light, and a faint smile on her pale face, like morning dew, like a spark in the ashes, scattering in the light and extinguished by the wind.
A huge cheer erupted from the crowd for the newly crowned champion.
Li Mengbai seemed oblivious, standing blankly by the railing, watching the fleeting smile on her lips. In an instant, all sound in the world vanished, everyone else became background, leaving only the woman in the center of the scene.
She got up from the ground, her hair swaying with her thin frame, looking so weak she seemed about to collapse at any moment. But Li Mengbai believed that once she stood up, she wouldn't fall easily.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a slight movement in the white hem of her clothing, and Li Mengbai's expression suddenly changed.
The person lying on the ground on the dueling platform had woken up at some point. This person, who had already been declared the loser, used the spiritual power she had just accumulated to manipulate a sharp stone cone on the side of the arena and shoot it straight at her eyes.
Damn it!
Li Mengbai immediately summoned a talisman to block the stone cone, but before his talisman arrived, an ice arrow shot out from nowhere, swiftly cutting the stone cone in front of her.
Jiang Yuhuo first saw the stone cone heading straight for her eyes. The hidden weapon came too fast, and before she could react, she saw an ice arrow whiz past her eyes, accurately shattering the stone cone in two.
The ice arrow pierced through the stone cone and embedded itself directly into the attacker's body.
But the sharp end that was broken off was not knocked off by the powerful arrow; instead, it deviated from its angle and headed towards the cold jade on her forehead.
"bite--"
With a cracking sound, the jade pendant on her forehead shattered.
Instantly, his whole body felt like it was engulfed in flames.
A man wielding a silver bow descended from the sky.
"Mo Sheng, you have already lost."
Mo Sheng scrambled to his feet and knelt at the feet of the newcomer. An ice arrow had pierced his shoulder, leaving a huge hole. He trembled and begged for mercy, his swollen and bloodied face slamming against the stone slab. "Master, please forgive me. Do not expel your disciple."
Jiang Yuhuo was in so much pain that she could barely stand. She looked up and saw the person who had shot the ice arrow.
He wore a white robe and had blue hair; he was incomparably handsome, and his icy blue eyes stared at her without any emotion, sharp as his arrows.
He said, "The outcome is decided, and the Heavenly Palace will not tolerate those who do not follow the rules."
It was telling her, and it was also telling Mo Sheng.
Looking at the incredibly familiar face before him, Jiang Yuhuo wanted to laugh, but as soon as his lips moved, blood spilled out before he could even laugh.
That's absurd...
Her Xiao Hai was originally the eldest son of Tianque Mountain.
During the days and nights she suffered unbearable pain and couldn't sleep in the Zhaoming City palace, she repeatedly wondered what had gone wrong. Why did Xiao Hai leave without saying goodbye? Why did he suddenly disappear when they had promised to be together forever? Why did he refuse to appear even after she begged him so much? She even wondered if Jia Qianyang had found him first and killed him.
For a long time afterward, she treated him as if he were dead.
She never imagined that he was such an important figure in the immortal sect.
No wonder, no wonder...
Why would immortals dwelling atop high mountains linger for mortals on earth?
The lifespan of mortals is short, and at most it can only be considered a pastime in the long life of immortals. This is a common belief among people in the immortal sect.
Ah, those words spoken casually, those spells cast on a whim, only mortals would take them seriously.
This was even the first time she had heard his voice; it was like jade striking stone, clear and melodious. Unfortunately, the merman Xiao Hai never spoke of it to Jiang Yuhuo of Liyue Village.
Jiang Yuhuo's body was as hot as if it were being boiled in oil, but his heart was ice-cold.
Even if it was just a pastime for her, didn't they share some affection? If only he had helped her back then. He could have simply recited an incantation, like Mo Sheng did to her, and her family wouldn't have died. Given Jia Qianyang's abilities at the time, he wasn't a difficult opponent; his magical power might not even be comparable to Mo Sheng's, let alone that of a disciple of the Heavenly Palace Sect.
Of course, she shouldn't force anyone; no one was obligated to help her. But her eyes still welled up with tears—so many lives lost.
A thousand thoughts may run through one's mind, but in reality, they are but a fleeting moment.
Jiang Yuhuo's emotions surged, causing her blood and qi to churn violently once again. Without the cold jade, the fire in her body was completely unrestrained, almost engulfing her in a sea of flames. She could no longer hold on and swayed backward.
"River Fishing Lights!"
As the world turned upside down, she vaguely saw a familiar figure appear in the crowd. Wen Yizhan rushed towards the competition stage, as if calling her name, but she couldn't hear anything.
In the chaotic yet silent world, Jiang Yuhuo had only one thought in her mind—she could finally close her eyes in peace.
The Kunlun youth who suddenly rushed out hugged the woman in black on the ground tightly. He jumped off his sword, looking travel-worn, as if he had just arrived.
He gently wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, repeatedly calling her name, "Junior sister, wake up, junior sister..."
Senior and junior brothers and sisters are naturally close people.
Jia Yue hesitated for a moment before quietly withdrawing his hand, which he had been about to use to help someone. His white robe was so wide that no one could see his movement.
The silver bow transformed back into its silver snake form and was about to slide off his wrist. He knew where it was going and gripped it tightly to prevent it from moving. But the stubborn snake bit him, and it wouldn't let go unless he released it. The two remained locked in a stalemate within his sleeve for a moment before Jia Yue finally let go.
The silver snake landed on the ground and swiftly twisted its body towards the woman, but it only managed to touch the hem of her clothes before the Kunlun youth picked her up, leaped onto his sword, and flew away. The little snake was left on the ground, frantically spinning in circles, finally able only to watch the two black figures in the sky grow ever more distant.
Jia Yue crouched down and reached out to beg the silver snake to come back. He was already being magnanimous by not holding it accountable for biting him, but the silver snake seemed not to see him at all. It dejectedly coiled itself up on the ground, buried its head in its body, and trembled as if it were crying.
A gentle breeze brushed the ground, carrying the scent of blood and fire. He understood why it refused to leave; the air was thick with her blood.
"Do you like her that much?" Jia Yue asked.
The silver snake seemed to understand him, raising its head and moving slightly, even stretching its neck towards the sky. Jia Yue had no patience to play the chase game with it any longer, forcefully picking up the silver snake and transforming back into its silver bow form.
You still want him to take it to find someone? Dream on.
The match is over, and the outcome is decided.
People left the field one after another, but the person in purple was still standing by the railing.
Li Mengbai crumpled the unused talisman he had retrieved into a ball, his gaze fixed on the now empty arena, his bright and beautiful face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.
The person who launched the sneak attack was taken away, while the winner of the competition was taken away by her senior brother. The senior brother held his unconscious junior sister, and they rode together on a sword, looking very intimate.
"Young Master, that person just now, didn't he seem to be the Eldest Young Master?"
Since the master didn't move, the servant could only obediently wait by his side. He thought Li Mengbai was in a bad mood because of Wen Yizhan. Just a moment ago, he was watching the game with great interest, but the next moment his expression changed.
The world only knows that the Li family of the immortal sect has a young master, but they don't know that there was a eldest son before Li Mengbai. However, because his background is not glorious, his identity has never been made public, but people inside the Li family know of his existence.
However, the young master and the eldest son have always had a bad relationship. In recent years, due to the old patriarch's declining health, he often talks about calling the eldest son back, which has made the young master and the eldest son even more irreconcilable. According to past practice, when the young master meets the eldest son, there will definitely be a verbal battle or even a fight, but this time the young master just watched and left.
"What kind of young master is he? He's just a lowly bastard born of a slave!"
Li Mengbai's face grew increasingly gloomy, and he gritted his teeth.
No wonder she mistook him for him on the street; it turns out she had mistaken him for that bastard.
What a fine "senior brother"! Ha, why did she have to be that lowly bastard's junior sister!
The talisman in Li Mengbai's palm was crumpled to a pulp by him. The expensive talisman containing spiritual power was turned into a useless pile of crumbs. The slight restlessness and numbness in her heart turned into irritability and restlessness after Wen Yizhan appeared. Her mind was filled with the image of her being carried away by Wen Yizhan.
He just took her away like that, as if he was afraid someone else would snatch her away.
That bastard seemed to care about her a lot; the panic on his face was genuine.
Suddenly, Li Mengbai smiled, her eyes narrowing, the gloom on her face vanishing instantly, replaced by a bright and cheerful expression.
He remembered his childhood, how his father favored that bastard son and gave him a delicate little sword. He secretly practiced with the sword, never showing it to outsiders, but Li Mengbai still saw him. Taking advantage of his inattention, he took the sword that he had hidden so carefully. He didn't like the sword, and after only two days, he grew tired of it and had it melted down in the furnace.
However, the sword was indeed a fine one, taking three days and three nights to melt in the furnace. By the time Wen Yizhan returned, the sword had just turned to molten iron. He was furious; someone who had never dared to provoke him was now coming to fight him to the death.
Li Mengbai still remembers what he looked like back then.
That's hilarious.
Li Mengbai's lips curled up, and his eyes glistened with a slight glint of moisture as he smiled. It was as if he had found another "little sword" from Wen Yizhan.
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Author's Note: Butterflies are always drawn to fire, even if it's their brother's, they'll snatch it away! [Milk Tea emoji]
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