Chapter 78 This person only knows how to run away; it turns out I was the one who should have run.
Let's rewind half an hour.
"You? What a big mouth you have." Ye Wentang glanced sideways at the frail gray-robed girl standing in front of him, his gaze lingering on her left leg, and sneered, "The little cripple from the Dingsheng Sect."
Not far from Ye Wentang, there were two sword cultivators who had caught up with him before him. They were dressed in fine clothes and wore jade crowns. They were disciples of the Hongqi Sect.
One of them seemed to sense Ye Wentang's rudeness and frowned as he reminded him, "Fellow Daoist Ye."
Ye Wentang smiled slightly, not even glancing back, and said casually, "What? Is there something wrong with what I said?"
“This Fellow Daoist Ye, perhaps he is worried about you.” Ji Mingran, with one hand on the cane ornament at his waist, answered the question politely: “After all, even a three-year-old child knows that it is impolite to use the word ‘crippled’ to describe someone with a foot injury.”
The implication is that his understanding is inferior to that of a three-year-old child.
"What do you think they are?" Ye Wentang glared at Ji Mingran, then turned to the two from Hongqizong and cursed, "Your Hongqizong actually betrayed the alliance, causing three of my Xiaosu Pavilion disciples to be eliminated. Stop pretending to be benevolent here."
“Even if we are allies, we must still abide by the rules of the competition when it comes to crucial moments. This is a tacit agreement among all allied sects, and Fellow Daoist Ye is not unaware of it,” the more refined disciple among the two Hongqi Sect disciples participating in the competition explained.
Ye Wentang's face darkened, and she cast another dissatisfied glance at Ji Mingran, feeling even more annoyed.
He mistook someone for someone else.
Although it is known that Shen Qingluo is forbidden from using military techniques, who else could have such a speed of sword control besides her?
Xiao Su Ge has been targeted by Hong Qi Zong, and three of its disciples have been eliminated in succession. It urgently needs a trustworthy and powerful ally to fight back against Hong Qi Zong.
The sudden appearance of the Dingsheng Sect was a turning point.
His fiancée, Shen Qingluo, was precisely the perfect ally.
In the urgency of the situation, Ye Wentang, without suspecting anything, noticed the flash of sword light and hurriedly followed. Hong Qizong and the other man naturally relentlessly pursued him.
After chasing for a while, the figure in front of him kept speeding up, and the distance between him and her was not close but far.
Ye Wentang was overjoyed.
Among sword cultivators, there is no one else besides Shen Qingluo who can control a sword at such speed.
Since she can wield a sword, she must have found a way to break the ban.
With a firm resolve, Ye Wentang unleashed his spiritual weapon to accelerate and catch up with the person ahead.
pity!
Until the person riding the sword realized there was no hope of shaking off the pursuers, they gave up on escaping and landed on the ground.
He then realized that the person who had been flying on the sword was not Shen Qingluo, but Ji Mingran, the most inconspicuous disciple among the Dingsheng Sect's participating disciples?!
Ye Wentang was as surprised as he had been at the beginning, and now he was just as disappointed. His tone was unfriendly: "All you're good for is running away. That's all!"
He was indeed secretly surprised by Ji Mingran's speed in flying on his sword, but what good could running fast do?
Ji Mingran's gaze was unfocused as he pondered the meaning behind the words spoken by the three people in front of him.
Hong Qizong is trying to defeat all the disciples of Xiao Su Ge in order to pass the duel level.
According to Ye Wentang, if a participant loses to a disciple from another sect in this round, they will be directly eliminated.
Even if she failed to pass the other challenges she had faced before, it didn't necessarily mean she was eliminated; it might just mean she was punished.
It can be used to compete in levels; if you lose, you are eliminated immediately.
First, the conditions for entering the competitive levels are stringent; second, failure guarantees elimination. Does this suggest that the competitive levels are particularly important and must be won?
Just as Ji Mingran was clearing his mind, he heard his teammate's name being mentioned by a cultivator with an unfriendly expression.
"Your strength is not even comparable to a hair on Qingluo's head, yet you're spouting nonsense here."
Snapping out of his deep thought, Ji Mingran focused his gaze on the speaker: "You know Qingluo?" He then turned to the other two: "Could it be that you are too?"
"Don't misunderstand." The refined cultivator cupped his hands and said, "Our primary target is the Xiaosu Pavilion. Of course, I did indeed initially think it was Fellow Daoist Shen from your sect, and I intended to take this opportunity to have a contest with her."
The refined cultivator did not hide the regret in his words: "I never expected it to be Fellow Daoist Ji."
The other cultivator's gaze remained fixed on the small cane she was resting on, and he did not respond.
Ye Wentang was quite surprised: "You don't recognize me?"
Ji Mingran carefully examined his opponent in front of him, hmm...
She looked at the cultivator who was staring at her cane and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Meng Yingyang." She recognized him, having met him twice before.
She recognized him.
A fleeting, unreadable light flickered in Meng Yingyang's downcast, wooden eyes. When he looked up, his chaotic thoughts had cleared away. He nodded calmly and said, "Fellow Daoist Ji."
Ji Mingran turned to another cultivator from the Hongqi Sect who had a relatively delicate appearance, thought for a while, and said, "Fellow Daoist Mu Henghui."
Mu Henghui, a disciple of the Hongqi Sect who had previously met the ships of the Unnamed Sect at the port, vividly remembered witnessing Xiao Ji scolding him when the Dingsheng Sect's ships arrived at the ferry.
Mu Huanhui gave a smile in response.
As for the last remaining person, Ji Mingran examined him closely, but... she had no memory of this person in her mind. She asked frankly, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask how you should address me?"
"You know them, how could you not know me?" Ye Wentang's face was grim.
Ji Mingran's eyes showed helplessness.
“We met once before in the Forest Illusion Realm during the first competition of the Realm of All Beings.” Ye Wentang was even more dissatisfied with Ji Mingran. It was one thing for him to be incompetent, but even his memory was so poor.
What terrible people surround Shen Qingluo?
Ji Mingran replied somewhat casually, "Is that so?"
“Even if you don’t remember, you should know that her fiancé is Ye Wentang, the young master of Xiaosu Pavilion.” Ye Wentang emphasized, “That is me.”
“She is my friend.” Ji Mingran shook his head: “I’ve never heard of her fiancé, I’ve never heard of Xiaosu Pavilion, I’ve never heard of the young master of the pavilion.”
"Fellow Daoist Ye." She completely disregarded Ye Wentang's anger, her expression sincere: "I advise you not to spread rumors, or you'll be in trouble."
"You!" Ye Wentang glared angrily. "The matter between her and me is not so easily severed. If she is unwilling, she is welcome to come to me. I would be more than happy to do so!"
“If Fellow Daoist Shen is interested,” Mu Huanhui suddenly interjected, “I would also like to spar with her in swordsmanship.”
"Whether you know her or not," Ji Mingran just wanted to make one thing clear: "Qingluo and I are both doing well. There's no need for you to compare us."
"You?" Ye Wentang laughed again. "Just you?"
Mu Huanhui also laughed in an ambiguous way: "Heh, of course."
"After all that talk," Ji Mingran said, one hand resting on his cane, looking nonchalant, "So what? You're planning to let me go?"
Mu Huanhui's smile remained unchanged as he said, "Although you are not my target, eliminating you incidentally can prevent other sects from passing this test."
"To prevent other sects from passing through." Ji Mingran blinked, murmured, and repeated it thoughtfully: "I see, there's this other consideration."
Ye Wentang drew his sword and sneered, "Your Hongqi Sect broke the alliance first, don't think I'll let you off easily!"
He just wanted to resolve the current situation as soon as possible so he could go find Shen Qingluo.
His gloomy gaze swept over Ji Mingran before pausing. "Fine. Since you're of no use, may you have good fortune."
With a flash, the swordsman suddenly appeared in front of Ji Mingran, the blade pointing right at Ji Mingran's brow!
Before me, dark pupils were serene, yet turbulent beneath.
Ye Wentang's gaze met the person in front of her. Her eyebrows twitched, and she was surprised again.
His original intention was to launch a feint, taking advantage of Hong Qizong's momentary lapse in attention to ambush Ji Mingran and eliminate her from the competition.
Hong Qizong did indeed draw his sword to defend, but his surprise attack was blocked!
What blocked the spirit sword was an unassuming little stick.
It was the little cane she had been stroking!
"Not bad." Without giving it much thought, Ye Wentang quickly refocused his attention on the duel: "But that's all."
He exerted force with his wrist, pressing down on the blade, intending to directly cleave it down.
Ye Wentang exerted all his strength, even taking a step forward to get closer, but the small cane that was holding the sword blade remained motionless.
Ye Wentang then fixed his gaze on the small wooden stick in front of him and said in a muffled voice, "The cane is of good quality."
"Thank you, my partner made it for me so I wouldn't fall." Ji Mingran said in a nonchalant tone, looking at the face so close to Chi's, and reminded him, "But that's not its main function."
With a gentle press of his thumb on the curved part of the cane, a silver light shot out swiftly, heading straight for Ye Wentang's throat.
Caught off guard, Ye Wentang quickly retreated, but he was still no match for the speed of the sword, and the sharp blade pierced deep into his throat.
"You!" Ye Wentang swallowed blood, his sword sweeping forward, the fierce sword energy tearing through the air as he slashed at Ji Mingran.
The gray-robed girl's figure suddenly disappeared. Ye Wentang sensed something was wrong and was about to take a half step back when a chill touched the back of her neck.
"Half left." A completely emotionless voice came from behind.
*Thud.* Ye Wentang heard the sound of a sword blade piercing through the back of her neck and down to her throat.
Everything happened in an instant. Mu Huanhui only saw Ye Wentang draw his sword and slash forward, then stop. After that, his throat was injured, and in a flash, Ji Mingran appeared behind Ye Wentang like a ghost, the blade at the end of his cane piercing through Ye Wentang's throat.
Ji Mingran casually drew his sword, tilting his head as if muttering to himself, "Why aren't we out yet?"
The bloodstained cane and sword blade were pulled out and tossed to the side. The raised left hand easily caught it. A flash of silver light, and the sword and cane blade pierced straight into Ye Wentang's neck.
"Brother Ye!" Mu Huanhui shouted anxiously, for this was his target!
Mu Huanhui's attack was as powerful as a rainbow, and his sword energy swept straight towards Ji Mingran.
With a single flick, Ji Mingran used the blade of his sword, which was inserted into the side of Ye Wentang's neck, to lift him up.
She actually used the seriously injured Ye Wentang as a shield to block the sword attack.
"How could you be so despicable!" Mu Huanhui was furious. He instantly appeared in front of Ji Mingran, aimed at her, and raised his sword to strike again.
thump!
Mu Huanhui heard his heart skip a beat.
A chilling aura rose from behind him, silently enveloping him and gripping his heart.
thump!
My heart felt like it had been squeezed hard, and I let out a desperate scream.
Mu Huanhui's eyes widened as he tried to break free from the endless darkness.
But all efforts were in vain; this was sword intent, the sword intent that only a top-tier swordsman could summon.
Why does she use swordsmanship? Why can she unleash sword intent?
The questions in my mind were overwhelmed by uncontrollable fear, and despair and terror spread throughout my body.
A cold light flashed in the darkness, aimed directly at his eyes.
My sword! My sword!
Mu Henghui cried out in his heart, trying to block with his sword, but his body was out of control, and his trembling hands could not even hold the sword.
He closed his eyes in despair.
clang!
The clash of swords produced a crisp, ringing sound.
Just between the tip of the cane sword and Mu Huanhui's eyeball, a gilded, diamond-shaped silver sword with dark patterns gleamed white light, blocking the short blade of the cane that was thrusting towards him.
The silver sword flipped over, its spines facing each other. Amidst the ear-piercing scraping sound, a white arc of light was about to spill out and spread towards the short blade of the cane.
Ji Mingran retreated and dodged, the blade of his cane retracting back into a small, unremarkable cane.
She looked at Ye Wentang and Mu Huanhui, who were lying limply on the ground, and said to the person who had blocked the attack for her junior brother, "I wasn't lying to you, was I?"
The voice is pleasant and melodious.
Meng Yingyang put down his longsword: "It was my junior brother who was abrupt." He walked to Mu Huiheng, helped him up, and while injecting spiritual power into his heart meridian to calm his fear, he said: "Our sect has already passed this competition. If there is an opportunity... we can spar with Fellow Daoist Ji again."
Ji Mingran opened his mouth, about to respond, when a voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
"Five people enter Liuhuan Valley."
"The Unnamed Sect, five people, enter."
Meng Yingyang looked at the girl who had originally intended to speak to him, and then whispered and repeated, "Unnamed Sect."
The Nameless Sect. Why did this sect attract her attention so much?
A monstrous current of air suddenly swept in from the sky, churning up a huge cloud of dust.
Meng Yingyang looked up.
A giant kite, shimmering with golden flames, was swooping down towards them.
"All done!" A handsome and refined cultivator poked his head out from above, a broad smile on his face. "Grandma, come on up. We're going to fetch them!"
One of the kite's tail feathers grew longer and trailed to the ground.
"Shi Bai." Ji Mingran reached out, grabbed it, and laughed loudly, "You've come at the right time! Come on, let's go find someone!"
The kite carried her away in an instant.
The unspoken words are forever lost, never to be spoken again.
Meng Shibai watched the girl leave, then hung his head in a daze for a long time before his fingers twitched slightly.
A flash of golden white light, and a silver sword pierced through Ye Wentang's chest.
Author's Note: I'm here!
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