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"You sent him flying with just one move?" Bai Chuan, who had been fiddling with the charcoal in the medicine furnace, paused upon hearing this, his brows furrowing slightly, and his tone unusually serious. "How badly are they injured?"
He couldn't help but regret not going to the scene today. His junior brother always fought without restraint and knew no limits. If he really hurt someone seriously, it would inevitably create enmity and make the other party and even their sect resentful.
Despite Qin Wu's rapid progress in cultivation over the years, Yun Qian had already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and her strength was unfathomable.
Ultimately, all that's left on Cangmin Mountain are the three of them.
Although Lingxiao Mountain is not as renowned as Tianyan Mountain or Qingyun Mountain, it is still a top-tier sect in the cultivation world with numerous disciples. If a conflict were to arise from this matter in the future, and the other side had the upper hand in numbers, even with Qin Wu's exceptional swordsmanship, he might not be able to escape unscathed every time.
Ever since Bai Ji betrayed his sect, Bai Chuan felt as if an invisible hand was pushing them forward relentlessly, making it difficult for them to stop. Since descending the mountain this time, he has felt even more clearly that most of those seemingly benevolent sects covet the secrets of Cangmin Mountain's thousand-year-old heritage. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ponder more and have more concerns.
Baichuan was not a coward, but he was afraid. He was afraid that his abilities were limited and that one day he would not be able to protect his senior sister or junior brother.
He had already lost his master and then a junior brother; he could no longer bear any more loss.
After pondering something, Bai Chuan couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough a few times, a strange blush rising on his pale cheeks.
Yun Qian knew what he was worried about, so she shook her head and comforted him, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious."
"That's good." Upon hearing this, Bai Chuan's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Before she could catch her breath, she heard Yun Qian add in a casual tone, as if discussing "the weather is nice today," "Well... I'll need to rest in bed for about half a month."
"What?" Bai Chuan turned his head sharply, his gaze lingering for a moment on Qin Wu's indifferent face that seemed to say "it's none of my business," before looking at Yun Qian in disbelief. "Senior Sister, you call this nothing serious?"
Yun Qian was taken aback by his question. After carefully considering her choice of words, she realized that it did seem somewhat inappropriate. She blinked and readily changed her wording: "What I meant was, is it very serious?"
Well, at least he didn't die on the spot, nor did he lose any limbs. But the internal organs were shaken and the meridians were damaged, which is by no means a minor injury.
Qin Wu's Cangmin Sword Intent was extremely powerful and fierce, and incomparably domineering. Even the most ordinary move contained sword energy that was enough to injure the opponent's internal organs. If he didn't take good care of himself, let alone get out of bed, he would probably have difficulty even circulating his spiritual energy.
Bai Chuan himself had experienced the power of Qin Wu's sword energy during sparring and knew its effects all too well. He immediately understood that when his senior sister said it was nothing serious, she meant that while the body appeared relatively intact, the actual injuries were hidden inside.
"Sigh..." Bai Chuan sighed helplessly, suppressing the itch in his throat as he picked up the warm medicine bowl beside him and drank the bitter liquid in one gulp. It seemed the feud with Lingxiao Mountain was now firmly established. His junior brother had acted so recklessly, showing no mercy whatsoever; how could the other side possibly let it go so easily?
However... on second thought, even without Qin Wu's actions today, would Lingxiao Mountain really be any kind of benevolent people?
Obviously not. Not only Lingxiao Mountain, but among the hundred sects participating in this Immortal Sect Competition, it's hard to find many who harbor purely goodwill towards Cangmin Mountain. Since they will be coveted and targeted no matter what, what's the point of being cautious and compromising?
Thinking of this, Bai Chuan suddenly felt that his previous worries were somewhat unnecessary and had just wasted his energy.
He looked up at Yun Qian, who remained calm and even leisurely sipped her tea. In the past, his senior sister was always the one who thought things through most thoroughly; she must have already considered these pros and cons. Since she hadn't said anything at the moment, perhaps there really was no need to worry too much.
Yun Qian's inner monologue: No, I really didn't think that much this time. I was mainly worried about whether my junior brother's marriage line had been severed by his own hands... As for forming a grudge? We don't care about having too many debts, and we don't care about having too many lice. Anyway, given our current situation, we don't need Lingxiao Mountain to make a difference.
"If I deliberately let her win and then defeat her, wouldn't that be another kind of humiliation?"
Qin Wu, who had been silently observing, suddenly spoke, his voice cold and hard as he defended himself. In his black-and-white understanding, a duel in the arena was a contest of skill. Losing meant being inferior in ability, and losing because the opponent let him win was an even greater loss of face. Rather than engaging in hypocritical maneuvering, it was better to end it cleanly and decisively; a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one.
"That makes sense." Yun Qian nodded subconsciously, feeling that Qin Wu's straightforward reasoning sounded surprisingly authentic.
"Senior Sister!" Bai Chuan put down the medicine bowl, his tone clearly showing disapproval.
“Well… on another note,” Yun Qian immediately straightened her expression and switched to a conciliatory tone, “when you’re out in the world, you can’t always judge others by your own way of thinking. Just because you’re straightforward and disdainful of pretense doesn’t mean everyone can accept such direct good intentions.”
She looked at Qin Wu earnestly: "You think that ending the fight quickly is a sign of respect for both sides, but perhaps in Miss Song's eyes, being defeated by you in one move and falling off the stage in front of everyone is a more unacceptable humiliation. In the future, you should know that extreme strength is easily broken, and it is better to leave some room for maneuver."
Qin Wu pursed his thin lips, nodded coldly, and uttered three words stiffly: "Understood."
Bai Chuan looked at his obvious indifference and said quietly, "I think he didn't take it to heart at all."
Qin Wu frowned, glared at Bai Chuan with considerable displeasure, then snorted coldly, stubbornly turning his head away and showing them the back of his head.
Seeing his childish reaction, Baichuan was amused. His earlier helplessness disappeared, and a genuine tenderness appeared in his eyes. He chuckled and scolded softly, "Really, still like a child."
Who would have thought that this seemingly frail and sickly person, who spends all his time with medicine jars, is actually the only person on Cangmin Mountain who can punish the entire sect?
Although, even including Bai Ji who had long since left, the entire sect only had four members at its peak.
Meanwhile, in the deep woods outside the small courtyard, a disciple dressed in inconspicuous sect attire, like a statue blending into the shadows, stared for a long time at the courtyard shrouded by the array, his gaze unfathomable.
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