"Yun Ying, do you really not want to acknowledge me as your mother?"
"Do I have a mother? Mrs. Su, you'd better get your facts straight. When did I ever have a mother?"
Every word was like a knife, piercing Yin Jiao'e's heart.
Looking at Su Yunying's calm expression, Yin Jiao'e understood that she had never controlled Su Yunying at all.
She took a deep breath, trying to reassure herself: "No, she's already been expelled from the family register, she's no longer recognized. Since that's the case, I can only..."
In an instant, Yin Jiao'e simply dropped her pretense and confronted Su Yunying directly: "If you want to sever ties with the Su family, fine! But you must give the phoenix blood in your body to Xuejiao."
Su Yunying sneered upon hearing this: "Madam Su, do you still think you can make me obediently submit with your standards? You want my blood? Dream on!"
"You are my child, I have the right to take what's on you, otherwise..."
"What else can you do?" Su Yunying smiled slightly, without any fear. "Are you trying to say I'm unfilial, or are you planning to punish me with your family rules?"
"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for not showing any motherly affection."
"We are no longer mother and daughter. If you want to fight, then try it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Jiao'e decisively drew her sword and attacked, using the Fiery Sword Technique of the Fire Phoenix lineage.
Yin Jiao'e's cultivation was approaching the peak of the Soul Sea realm, and she was full of confidence in the sword she was about to unleash.
If Su Yunying is struck by this sword, she will inevitably be seriously injured, which will greatly increase Su Xuejiao's chances of winning tomorrow.
but……
Bang!
A sharp, resounding note echoed, accompanied by a strand of hair falling to the ground.
Su Yunying used her fingers as a sword, passing by Yin Jiao'e.
The ethereal sword light, condensed from sword intent, completely devoured the blazing sword energy. The entire process lasted only one second before everything returned to calm.
With just one move, the outcome was already decided.
Large beads of sweat dripped from Yin Jiao'e's forehead. During their exchange, she could feel an invisible pressure enveloping her on the verge of death.
He also realized the vast difference between himself and Su Yunying, like heaven and earth.
Yin Jiao'e didn't even dare to think about Su Yunying's current level of cultivation; in short, it was far, far superior to hers.
"Your move just now severed the bond between us, mother and daughter. From now on, we'll keep to ourselves."
Su Yunying was not surprised at all that she had defeated her enemy in one move. She finished her move by flicking her sleeves, put her left hand behind her back, turned around and drifted away, leaving Yin Jiao'e looking bewildered and at a loss.
...
As evening fell, Yin Jiao'e returned to the inn with a dejected expression.
Su Xuejiao had been waiting for a long time, and when she saw her mother return, she immediately went to greet her: "Mother, how is it? Is my sister willing to give in to me?"
Yin Jiao'e dared not look into her eager eyes, but simply lowered her head and sat down at the table.
Su Jinyi immediately poured her a cup of tea: "Mother, talking to that brat must be tiring, right? Have some water to soothe your throat first."
Yin Jiao'e remained silent.
Seeing her mother's expression, Su Xuejiao roughly understood that things had not gone well, and she couldn't help but feel angry.
"What a waste! Since arriving in Daliang City, she hasn't accomplished a single thing. It seems that Juzhou City is too small; the Su family is simply not respectable here."
No, I can't just sit here and wait to die. I have to find another way. I must join the Confucian School no matter what.
Yin Jiao'e was unaware of Su Xuejiao's thoughts, and simply sighed, "I really didn't expect Su Yunying to be so strong. It seems that those who can advance to the competition are all extraordinary."
Upon hearing this, Su Jinyi scoffed, "That's just because she's lucky. Compared to our little sister, she's not even worth an ant."
Yin Jiao'e really wanted to tell him the truth: Su Yunying's cultivation level was at least at the Profound Realm.
However, fearing that revealing it would disturb Su Xuejiao's mood for the competition the next day, he chose to keep it a secret.
"Xuejiao, the Immortal Martial Arts Competition is fair and just. The Su family has nurtured you for so many years. You should use your own strength to join the Confucian Sage Sect."
Upon hearing this, Su Xuejiao sneered inwardly: "Just as I expected, she has no ability to handle this matter at all. Heh, relying on strength?"
"What a joke! If I were capable, would I need the help of a bunch of useless trash like you?"
But he said, "Mother is right. Of course I will prove myself worthy of joining the Confucian Sage Sect. Don't worry."
After saying that, she turned around and left without waiting for Yin Jiao'e's reaction.
"Xuejiao, where are you going?"
"Let's go for a walk in the streets."
Seeing Su Xuejiao leave, Yin Jiao'e immediately said to Su Jinyi, "Aren't you going to follow her? Keep an eye on your sister and make sure she doesn't cause any trouble at this critical moment."
"Yes, mother."
Su Jinyi immediately followed, leaving Yin Jiao'e sitting at the table in a daze.
Now, all she could think about was Su Yunying's resolute attitude towards her in front of the palace.
In an instant, she recalled that night when that person entrusted Su Yunying to her care, then disappeared forlornly into the rain.
Hearing the six-month-old Su Yunying awkwardly call her mother again, I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart.
"That's my daughter too~"
At that moment, a tear of regret rolled down Yin Jiao'e's cheek.
...
Inside the Huibin Hall, Shen Zhao sat among a group of members of the public trial team, watching with boredom as these idiots flipped through the personnel information for tomorrow's grand competition.
"This Wang Tang is quite good. He wields two swords with unparalleled skill and has already reached the eighth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm at such a young age. Not bad at all."
"He's not as good as Zhang Si from Tengjian Pavilion. He's a fourth-rank talent, with a clear and profound sword intent. He's a rare talent, and given time, he'll surely make a name for himself in the world of swordsmanship."
Everyone chimed in, commenting on each other's individual characteristics.
At this moment, Kong Lian said, "I think Su Xuejiao is a good prospect. As a woman, she can stand out among so many strong people."
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