Chapter 1112 Let's Make a Bet
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Song Chunxue was not about to let it slip by.
Moreover, he felt that Xie Zheng's injury was a trivial matter if he didn't let Qingxuan experience the feeling of being unable to advance or retreat.
"Again!"
"Again."
"Again."
Qingxuan tried to concede defeat and end the match, but Song Chunxue wouldn't let him.
"We cannot stop before the outcome is decided, especially with so many people watching, including respected elders and fellow cultivators. If you were to lose to a female cultivator like me so early, wouldn't people laugh at you?"
More and more people gathered on the high platform. At first, they were all busy with their own things, either chatting or playing chess. But after an hour, they all stood by the railing, watching their match intently.
Wuyou felt a little bored, thinking that it was finally his turn to take the stage.
Unexpectedly, he didn't even get a chance to appear.
Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Let her have her fill.
An hour and a half later.
Two hours later.
The platform was less crowded, but mostly filled with older people.
Fellow Daoists who were acquainted with the Moon-Companion Immortal gathered around.
"Your disciple has a stubborn temper, and he's also very skilled. I heard he's a Daoist couple with Master Han's disciple. Where did you find him?"
“When I was young, I had a similar temper to her, but I didn’t have her good luck. I find her aura very strange. After the competition, could I introduce her to my apprentice so that they can know that there are indeed people in this world who put in a lot of hard work to cultivate?”
"I haven't seen such a powerful female cultivator in many years. She's very spirited and doesn't flinch even when facing Daoist Fenglei's disciple. This disciple is a promising talent. You see, she always manages to bring Qingxuan down without losing herself. She's not without cunning, but she's determined to fight him to the bitter end. I wasn't as good as her back then."
A man nearby brought over a wine jug and joked, "You were indeed not as good as him back then, if it weren't for..."
"Sigh, a hero doesn't dwell on past glories. Let's just watch the match properly. How about we make a bet? How long do you think this match will last?"
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal laughed, "I'll keep her waiting for at least four hours."
“I bet seven hours,” Master Han said calmly, leaning against the railing with his teacup in hand, “and no less.”
"Then I'll bet six hours. I heard she practiced with a few junior disciples for a whole day back then," Third Uncle Mo Jiang said gently. "Shouldn't the stakes be something new?"
The others asked curiously, "How fresh is it?"
"How about the loser go to Lingyun Mountain to give lectures for ten days?" Master Han suggested.
“Excellent, excellent,” the Moon-Accompanying Immortal agreed wholeheartedly. “That is very good.”
The others burst out laughing, saying they hadn't expected them to be so clever; they were trying to steal their skills.
But everyone also said that it was rare for Lingyun Mountain to have such interesting disciples, and that the combination of teaching and playing was very much to their liking.
Seeing the elders chatting happily, Lord Zhao approached Master Zhang and asked, "Junior brother, how many hours do you think she will fight Qingxuan today?"
Master Zhang subconsciously made some calculations, but Lord Zhao slapped his hand with a fan, saying, "No cheating, just rely on your intuition."
Zhang Chengxuan smiled slightly, looked at Song Chunxue who was excited but unaware of her own excitement, and uttered a few words indifferently, "Nine hours."
Lord Zhao was astonished; nine hours would have exhausted an ox.
Why do you say that?
He knew that this junior brother knew his junior brother best and wouldn't say such a thing without reason.
"Xie Zheng slept for nine hours that day. Moreover, nine hours is exactly the time of Yin (3-5 AM) the next day. She would stop at that time, meditate for two hours to seize the opportunity, and then eat."
Lord Zhao shook his head slightly, "I don't think so. I'll have to look at her with new eyes after five hours. After all, Qingxuan is no less capable. He's very skilled and also a proud person. Why would he obediently accompany her in a match?"
Zhang Chengxuan smiled and said, "How about we bet two jars of Pear Blossom White wine?"
"Alright, ten jars will do." Lord Zhao sat back in his chair. "Then how about we have a couple more rounds?"
As time passed, the people on the platform gradually left.
Five hours later, as the sky darkened, only four people remained on the platform. Qingyun finally couldn't resist and went.
She stepped onto the dueling platform, pointed her sword at Song Chunxue, and said, "Don't push your luck. Let me fight you instead."
Song Chunxue felt hot all over, as if her blood was boiling. All her muscles and bones obeyed her commands without any discomfort. With each move, she felt a sense of exhilaration, like drinking fine wine.
“Hmph, I don’t like fighting with you,” Song Chunxue stopped and looked at Qingxuan, “but if you admit defeat now, this is the end of today.”
When Qingxuan stopped, he felt his arms trembling slightly and his legs began to shake.
He had never seen such a crazy woman in his entire life!
But as he fought, he found it exhilarating, and he finally made a breakthrough in sword techniques that he had never been able to comprehend before.
He actually wanted to stop, but what he was indignant about was why this woman's breathing was so steady. They had been fighting for so long, and he had taken many punches and kicks from her, but he hadn't even touched the hem of her clothes many times.
He simply couldn't believe that a woman, especially one who had given birth and exhausted so much of her life force, could be more patient than a vigorous man like him.
"Junior sister, you should go back now. We'll come back to you after we've decided who's the winner."
"Senior brother, she's trying to wear you down. She came prepared, while you're just passively accepting the challenge..."
“Go back. I can lose to a woman, but I can’t lose to a woman because of physical strength and patience.” Qingxuan’s attitude was firm. “Let Master go back first. I’m fine.”
Song Chunxue turned the sword hilt, feeling a sense of clarity and rejuvenation from the past five hours.
Qingyun was right, she was determined to see it through to the end!
Another hour passed, and only Master Zhang Chengxuan remained by the railing at the top.
Sweat rolled down Qingxuan's forehead.
He roared, "Again!"
Another hour passed, and Master Zhang returned. Under the starlight, only the heavy, slow whistling of swords could be heard.
"Alright, I give up," Qingxuan lay motionless on the ground. "I'm a human, not a donkey."
The stubborn donkey snorted as it grazed not far away, then walked up the steps to the huge platform and gracefully approached Qingxuan, as if to say: Who are you cursing!
"Pat-pat~"
Then, in front of Qingxuan, the stubborn donkey defecated a large pile of horse manure for him.
Although horse manure doesn't smell that bad, this behavior is very malicious.
It even carried a provocative and insulting connotation.
Qingxuan laughed, "Your horse is called Stubborn Donkey. I think Master Song is no less stubborn, just like a donkey. No wonder they're from the same family."
"Pfft~"
The stubborn donkey paced back and forth on the ground with its well-trimmed hooves.
"He told you to keep hitting him, to teach this bastard a lesson. He's a defeated opponent and he still dares to spout nonsense. If you don't teach him a lesson, you're not a member of the Song family!" Wuyou said indignantly. "He hasn't passed out yet, keep hitting him."
"Again," Song Chunxue said, pointing her sword at him. "One hour is still to go."
"Then it's settled. Fight for another hour, and I'll risk my life to keep you company." Qingxuan was no longer angry; all he wanted to do now was go back and soak in the bathtub.
Song Chunxue smiled, determined not to give up until she had collected nine hours!
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